Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 16



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Episode 16. Chechola (2)

A small waiting room behind the public broadcast stage of the idol I chose.

‘Today is a jackpot!’

PD Ahn Chi-seop was confident.

I knew to some extent that the original was good-looking, but when I decorated it, it was on a whole other level.

It is the director’s job to write a scenario that contains a twist, but in the end, it is the actor who does the acting.

Of course, this wasn’t a movie or a drama, but Ahn Chi-seop, who had been dreaming of his own twist, felt it.

‘This kid was born to be an idol.’

There is an old saying in the broadcasting industry that says stars take over stars.

The stars that are occupied like that are said to shine from their bodies.

An Chi-seop felt an unidentifiable light from the sleeping Lee Dong-ha.

“You should hide as much as possible. Follow me to the bathroom. Don’t let anyone see you until you go up on stage. Got it?”

“What about the waiting room? The group members share the waiting room. Don’t you have to coordinate with the other kids one last time?”

“Okay. What difference does it make if we get along now? Don’t bring her around and expose her in advance. Just leave her here. She’s sleeping. That’s good.”

“yes!”

Today, the writers of the idols I choose are full of energy.

Looking at those writers, PD Ahn Chi-seop even felt compassion.

‘Oh my… … These poor things. Slaves to fandom… … .’

There is no one in this world who doesn’t know that the income of broadcasting station writers is about the same.

An uncertain future.

Uncertain income.

Even more uncertain working conditions and welfare.

Young people drifting in the blind spot of human rights and labor rights… … .

So what drives them?

dream?

Or for success?

Or maybe future money that might one day be worth a lot of money?

They were all wrong.

Ultimately, it is idols who heal these poor souls.

“PD-nim, I think you’re feeling sorry for us right now… … ?”

An Chi-seop flinched without realizing it.

“No. Why would I feel sorry for you?”

“So please, don’t feel sorry for us, even in your heart.”

“Yes. Because we are happy now.”

“right.”

An Chi-seop replied, looking at everyone with pity.

“Why are you all here? Huh? Go out and check other places too.”

“You told me to protect Dong-ha?”

“She’s been sleeping ever since I started styling her, so why are you guarding her four times?”

“So let’s see a twist, a twist… … .”

“NO WAR! Against war!”

“Are you guys completely crazy?”

In response to Ahn Chi-seop’s words, main writer Ohana raised her voice like a leader.

“It’s crazy. We haven’t been able to rest properly since the broadcast started. Do you see her hair? This isn’t hair essence. It’s oil. Her hair isn’t even oily, so what is this?”

“… … .”

Things are taking a turn for the worse.

An Chi-seop quickly declared a retreat.

“I’ll look around the other waiting rooms. … … Just rest for a bit.”

* * *

These days, I’ve developed a strange habit of falling asleep as soon as I put my head down on it.

Should I call this a habit… … .

Or should I say it’s eccentric?

Actually, the correct answer would be that I’m tired.

Because I haven’t slept properly since the training camp started.

The goals are different, but the direction is the same.

The thought that I shouldn’t get in the way of someone’s dreams, even if I can’t help them, was enough to keep me up at night.

If you play rock, what’s the law that says you can’t dance?

I learned dancing from Junho every day, splitting my sleep.

As I worked hard, Wooyeol hyung cut down on his sleep and joined me.

Thanks to that, Junho was able to rest well for a few days.

It wasn’t just help that I received.

-You too, teach me how to sing.

We work hard to fill in each other’s shortcomings.

As those days piled up, my body rotted away, but it developed its own rhythm.

Experience is a good thing.

Why, I don’t know who said it, but there’s this thing.

Not experiencing something means giving up learning something.

like that.

I learned new things by having experiences that I would never have had if I were my original self.

Dancing requires tremendous physical strength.

It inevitably ruins the vocalist’s breathing.

Why, I felt told to do abdominal breathing.

The cartilage surrounding the vocal cords, or larynx, rises during normal breathing.

This means that there is a congestion in the vocal cords of the throat.

Naturally, the sound cannot extend as desired and proper volume cannot be produced.

Even the squirrels.

When you stand and play guitar and sing?

At that time, I did double breathing.

But who would have time to worry about that while dancing?

It’s hard to keep up with the dancing.

So, I felt what happens when my breathing breaks down, and I realized why I need to keep my breathing strong even in normal times.

I am not finished yet.

It was a joy.

Not yet conquered.

The joy of a climber who encounters a huge mountain whose peak is obscured by clouds and whose height cannot even be estimated.

I also learned a little bit about how to get maximum vocal volume with just short breaths when you are not prepared.

The moment right before vocalization when you want to vocalize stably while moving your body up, down, left, and right.

You should try to get as much air into your stomach as possible with a short inhale.

Many rockers show that as they age, their vocals are worse than they were in their prime.

That’s why it was both exciting and disappointing to time-slip into the future and see old rock bands still active.

alcohol.

cigarette.

drug.

All of those things are ruining my throat.

But what ruined them more than anything was their pride.

A voice so innate that it’s enough to warrant such pride.

If they had ever sung dance music live, wouldn’t they have let go of some of that pride and put in some effort?

So, this experience was a blessing for me.

It’s embarrassing, but that doesn’t mean I should put myself down.

I too was born with a natural vocal talent.

He admitted that because he was a natural vocalist, he neglected practicing more than playing the guitar.

Now that I admit it, the advice that Youngpil hyung used to give me is starting to make sense.

“… … Haya, … … Donghaya?”

It’s Youngpil’s brother’s voice.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Youngpil smiling.

“Huh? Hyung!”

“Why are you so surprised?”

“Are you really tired? Are you going to school or coming to practice? Are you going to make time at night to perform?”

A new voice intervenes.

“Rock is inherently difficult.”

Whoosh – I turned my head and saw Tae-joo hyung holding a bass guitar and lightly plucking the strings.

“Brother Taeju?”

“Yeah. I’m Taejoo. School is nothing. Look at me. Because of you, I can’t sleep every night because I have to practice my bass again. Look at this. Do you see that I lost weight?”

“Is there anything more to lose from there?”

Thick voice.

Even Dongshik hyung.

“Brothers… … .”

“Huh? Dong-ha is crying.”

Dongsik was surprised and got up from his chair.

“What happened? Who made the noise?”

Taeju hyung has a sour look on his face, as if he’s about to hit up anyone.

“You must be having a hard time, Dong-ha. Talk whenever you want. I’ll listen to everything.”

Youngpil came over to me, sat down next to me, and patted me on the back.

I finally ended up crying like a baby.

Like Zhuangzi who woke up from a dream of becoming a butterfly.

“Let’s meet again. I’ll go look for you.”

“What does that mean?”

Taeju Hyung tilted his head as if he didn’t understand English.

“You can age as much as you want. Remember.”

“What are you talking about? What do you remember?”

“The dream. The dream of us going on a world tour on a private jet and performing at Woodstock. Never forget that.”

With those words I woke up from my sleep.

* * *

“Our Dong-ha. Why were you crying? Did you have a scary dream?”

She’s the writer’s older sister.

As soon as the writer finished speaking, Cody came running and fixed the makeup around her eyes.

Thanks to that, I was able to quickly grasp the situation.

Oh, I fell asleep again.

I want this.

I think it’ll be embarrassing to meet my brothers again.

From my brothers’ perspective, I may be just an old love that has passed away. But it seems like I’m the only one who’s holding on to that memory.

‘It was incredibly vivid for a dream.’

I habitually checked the area around my mouth with my hand.

“Hey! Hand! Stop! You’re not drooling! Don’t touch me!”

The door bursts open at the same time as Cody’s sister’s urgent shout.

“Trainee Lee Dong Ha. This is your position.”

I got up from my seat.

“Follow me.”

As you walk along, guided by the staff, you will see the crew members waiting at the end of the passageway after they have finished their styling.

“Oh my. You’re the main character, really.”

The leader of the group is Wooyeol.

Even though I was treated specially, I smiled and spoke to my crew members first so that I wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Brother. Here. Next to me.”

Junho pulled me next to him with his signature crescent-shaped eye smile.

“Since Dong-ha is here, can I just say something?”

Everyone nods.

We gathered our heads together in a circle.

“We practiced a lot, didn’t we? So let’s just do exactly what we practiced. Don’t be nervous.”

“Come on!”

“go for it!”

“Ppashot!”

Everyone put in their best effort.

Wooyeol opens his mouth again.

“Dongha-ya.”

“Uh. Hyung.”

“Just do as you practiced.”

“… … .”

“Show those people you cursed at. How hard you worked. What a good guy you are.”

At Wooyeol’s words, the other kids in the group also patted my back for no reason.

The broadcasting station made me curse at them to give me a twist.

This time, I’ll decorate it nicely for you.

Even most of the level tests used in previous broadcasts were focused on dance and rap.

I feel like this stage was created just for me, who specializes in vocals.

That’s probably right.

Because the broadcasting station guys like plot twists.

Even though kids who dream of becoming idols are young, they are not stupid.

I was okay, but my colleagues who had been with me for several weeks comforted me as if it were their own business.

… … Is this why my brothers appeared in my dream?

Are you worried that I might end up with them?

Are you afraid that you will be dazzled by this light and abandon your brothers?

‘Don’t worry, guys.’

I swallowed a single word and whispered to my brothers in my mind.

For me, my only eternal members are my hyungs.

I have to have some fun today.

“Thank you all.”

With those words we walked onto the stage.

We see a dazzling light waiting for us.

* * *

“Why isn’t our Dong-ha oppa here?”

Kim Mi-so bit her lip as she watched the final group come up to the center of the stage to perform and form a formation.

“Didn’t you step down voluntarily?”

This is Park Min-jae.

These days, even when we’re getting a little closer, he always breaks up with me like this.

“it’s crazy?”

“Hey… … What’s the center?”

“It’s shining… … .”

“That’s so cool. That’s ridiculous.”

Friends who came to the workshop together, including Lee Yu-jin, each said something.

“Wow… … This is crazy.”

“A genius face. No, he’s almost like a face gangster… … He looks like he’ll beat everyone up with his face.”

“But who are you?”

“Is this your first time seeing me?”

“Does that make sense?”

Under the stage.

The roar of the fans watching the performance grew louder.

That’s understandable, it’s a face you can’t forget once you see it.

Forgetting the face of someone like that is a basic quality problem for an idol fan.

The fans who come here to see the future idols who have yet to bloom are people with virtues that go beyond basic qualities.

For those fans, seeing their faces for the first time means that the center member who shines so absurdly is appearing for the first time on My Pick.

That was something that should not have happened in an idol audition program where members are sequentially eliminated and selected.

Leaving everyone’s surprise and confusion behind, the music started.

Episode 5. It’s been over 3 weeks since the training camp and it’s been a month, so now things are starting to come together quite nicely.

And the moment when the voice of the center member in charge of the first part spreads through the microphone.

All the fans in the concert hall stopped moving.

That unique and refreshing voice tone and the cool vocal power that can be delivered like an idol has already been proven as a name tag.

“House… … house hunting… … .”

Park Min-jae let out a single groan.

The fans in the concert hall, who had been in silence, burst into cheers as if they had made a promise.

Louder cheers and screams than any other stage.