Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 17

The super musician has captured the emotional chords with his melodic yet powerful vocals.

“You guys are having a hard time too.”

From the perspective of someone who eats from the same broadcasting station, it is impossible to simply rejoice at the other person’s downfall.

Moreover, I felt sorry as a person in the same industry, thinking that it was inevitable that such an artificial story would be given to a promising contestant, since the broadcast had to be pretty.

“Sister.”

The presence and sounds felt ahead.

This is Kim Du-ri, number 2 in the Naeppodol writer’s studio, who came in and sat down at some point.

Also known as Dooly.

At the broadcasting station, they were a duo that was sung one by one as a set with Ohana.

“huh?”

“Take that hand away.”

“Why… … .”

“Put it away.”

Kim Du-ri reached out and took down Ohana’s hand that was covering her mouth.

“I don’t feel sorry at all.”

“Tina?”

“Wow. I laughed so hard I thought my mouth would fall off.”

“I need to make a phone call.”

“To whom?”

“To Eun-jeong.”

He is a friend of the same age as Ohana, who joined Super Musician as a writer.

“Why?”

“Yeah. Of course. It’s like adding fuel to the fire. It’s exciting. It’s thrilling.”

* * *

The conference room of .

“F*ck… … .”

Main PD Choi Dong-hoon swears softly, but there is no echo in return.

That’s because none of the people being cursed at here are the main culprits.

The one who recruited promising candidates in advance, gave them stories, wrote scenarios, and then sent them to the preliminary round was the main producer Choi Dong-hoon, who was the one who made the accusations.

However, this does not mean that the production staff who are keeping their heads down are innocent.

Anyway, broadcasting is something that cannot avoid the perspective and intention of the production team, and I agreed to it because I was used to such manipulation that was not manipulation.

At that time, Choi Dong-hoon said that it wasn’t manipulation, but that he just added a little ‘seasoning’ to make the show go well.

“Contact Moon Gil-yong’s agency and tell them not to do any interviews or express their opinions. Tell them to strictly enforce internal controls.”

“yes.”

“My pick… … My pick… … Move… … Ha, fuck. Seriously.”

Choi Dong-hoon shook his head.

No matter how much I think about it, I feel like my woman was stolen by that bastard.

Move on, that guy is a real musician who should be a musician, not an idol.

The picture itself would have come out much prettier.

The twist of going from not having any style at all to suddenly looking cool is something that Super Musician is much better at.

No, to begin with, it’s normal for idol audition contestants not to have such a twist.

Given the nature of aspiring idols who give it their all from the beginning, there’s no way they’d get a twist.

If you can’t advance to the top ranks in the beginning, you’re eliminated.

The guitar skills that could only be briefly shown at the beginning of the idol audition show could have been packaged more coolly and pushed as the main focus on Super Musician.

Unlike those who tried to make up a story without one, this one was overflowing with material.

Even the comment that he had tried to support Super Musician but could not participate because the deadline had passed stabbed Choi Dong-hoon in the heart.

A few days apart.

Because the golden toad that was in my hands was taken away.

Because of that, it gave both its buzz and freshness to a program that was not even considered a competitor.

“When was it found out?”

Choi Dong-hoon, who was full of regret, looked at Kim Eun-jung.

I’m talking about asking a detective agency.

Find out all the information about the move.

Kim Eun-jung had been working as a writer for for several years, so she gave instructions to her.

Choi Dong-hoon’s intention was simple and clear.

If we can’t rise up, we will bring others down.

This is something that often happens in any industrial sector in Korea.

“Uh… … , it takes a week.”

“What’s taking so long?”

“… … It’s not like detective agencies hack into things like in movies or dramas… … They go out and do things. They ask around… … That’s why they do that… … .”

“Report to me immediately as soon as you find out.”

Kim Eun-jung swallowed hard.

I read the malice in Choi Dong-hoon’s words.

Not hiding anything at all.

Choi Dong-hoon is a person who is confident no matter what he does.

The problem is that it’s mostly bad.

* * *

Hong Young-pil is happy every day these days.

Although he didn’t show his true colors as a judge, he’s still a regular.

Fixed means that the income is also fixed.

Besides, the show was a huge hit, so inquiries about casting are pouring in from all over.

“Dad!”

“Ahhhh!”

As I get older, I feel my physical strength improving.

Or maybe the child is just growing so quickly.

Hong Young-pil put his son, whom he had been holding, down on the floor and went into the small room for a moment.

25 pyeong, 3-room villa for rent.

Of course, the room was small, but Hong Young-pil liked this small room.

It is also a space where you can reflect for a moment.

Deering—

I pressed the synthesizer.

When you turn your eyes, you see musical instruments crammed into a small room.

Electric guitar.

From acoustic guitar to bass guitar.

It’s a fairly well-equipped practice room, complete with Apple computers for music work.

But I’ve never really played a proper gig here.

reason?

Isn’t that simple?

Working in an apartment building without proper soundproofing is a huge nuisance to your neighbors. Even if the soundproofing is done properly, music still leaks out.

Still, the reason why the studio was so well-equipped was simple.

My wife’s love.

Hong Young-pil gave up music for his girlfriend who had supported him for over five years, and did not hesitate to become the laughing stock of the broadcasting industry.

It didn’t take much courage.

I ran out of the night stage and wandered around the broadcasting station to find an old PD whose face I had only seen a few times and said hello.

Without an agency or a manager, he handed out business cards himself and said this.

– I’m really rich in episodes. It was a long time ago. It was when I debuted in a band.

―There’s also this. I’ve played on night stages. When you work in places like that, you see a lot of things you shouldn’t see. One time… … .

―I can play instruments like crazy. Guitar, piano, drums… There’s nothing I can’t do. I don’t need much of a guarantee. If you just use it once, it’s really… … .

Even though he told the story like that, he never mentioned the story of his old band that fell apart right before their debut.

Because it is a painful memory that cannot be put into words.

Anyway, after I started appearing on broadcasts once or twice like that, the number of people who came to see me gradually increased.

Cheap guarantee.

The sincerity to always respond to inquiries.

Countless episodes unfold as the age and hardships one endures.

Plus, there are tricks to playing this instrument and that instrument.

The most important thing was the attitude of not caring how things would turn out on the air.

B minus or C class celebrity.

An entertainer specializing in humiliation episodes.

It was a tag that had started to hang on Hong Young-pil’s butt before he knew it.

‘It’s a medal.’

Hong Young-pil truly thought so.

Because all those things that made the label brought money to Hong Young-pil.

Late wedding.

He put a ring on his sobbing girlfriend’s hand and made a promise.

The dream of becoming a poor musician has now been abandoned.

Still not rich though.

Even though I’m not living in my own house, but rather renting someone else’s house.

Two-room monthly rent for a three-room owner’s household.

Monthly rent is now converted to a deposit.

I piled it up like that, layer by layer.

A wall that can protect your family.

So, for Hong Young-pil, this room is not a space for performance, but a space for determination.

Holding on to a heart that sometimes crumbles.

Suppressing the desire to pursue one’s dreams.

Making a man who always wants to go back to being a boy exist as an adult.

“Honey, let’s eat.”

My beloved wife opens the door and smiles.

“I told you to clean this room… … .”

“I clean it. Every single day.”

A wife who passes it off as a joke.

As the saying goes, there is not a single speck of dust on instruments that are not played.

Even my work computer doesn’t even turn on.

The man gave up his dream for the woman.

A woman is protecting the dreams that a man has abandoned.

That’s why these two were a match made in heaven.

“… … Shall we eat? Wow, it smells so good. My wife is really wow… … .”

Hong Young-pil slowly closed the door.

These days.

I’m becoming more and more afraid to open this door.

* * *

In Idol of My Choice, each of the seven judges is called a master.

Kim Nam-gi, a dance and choreography expert, is Master Kim Nam-gi.

Vocal trainer Hwang Yu-ra is Master Hwang Yu-ra.

Something like that.

On the Internet, the dominant reaction is, “So what kind of master is Hong Young-pil? Is he a master of entertainment?”

Although I didn’t show anything special.

“Good. You’re good. But when you sing, don’t use your throat. Use your stomach a little more. Say “Huh!” and hold your breath for a moment. Yes. Yes. The part that’s stiff right now. Think about putting strength in that part and take a breath at first.”

Hong Young-pil looked around at the children practicing and offered some coaching and words of encouragement.

-Mental Master.

I somehow ended up getting that nickname.

A good judge who consoles, encourages, and says nice things.

It could be relative, as the other six judges, excluding Hong Young-pil, seemed to have made a promise to praise once or twice and whip him a hundred times.

Even more so because of the broadcast concept.

hmm.

Of course, there are characters like Jang Pil-seong and Kim Yu-seok, two people whose personalities are straightforward and sarcastic.

―It’s not that you’re being nice, it’s just that you can’t say anything. You have to know something to give me such harsh advice.

As the comment says, it could also be because Hong Young-pil has been more distant from music compared to the other judges.

It doesn’t matter what the reason is.

All you have to do is go on any show that calls you, do whatever you’re told, and make money.

With that in mind, he looked around at the children practicing in the large space and gave them advice.

“Ugh!”

“… … .”

“Huh! Is this how I should do it? Oh, it doesn’t work well. Please explain it properly, Piri hyung.”

An idol trainee who is 30 years older than me keeps calling me “Piri hyung.”

“Huh! Is it okay to do this? Oh! My stomach feels tight. Do you want to touch it?”

“you…….”

“Why? Why, are you curious about me and… what are you thinking about?”

Hong Young-pil unconsciously glanced around at the trainee’s words. Until the end of the broadcast, private conversations between the judges and trainees are prohibited.

I’m not saying you should treat them mechanically and without any kind of friendliness.

How is your father? We have the same thing.

You shouldn’t say things like that.

This guy knows that too, so he’ll just hang around and keep talking nonsense.

“……no.”

I barely managed to hold back from asking why he kept calling me “Piri-hyung.”

Are you a ghost?

Or did Dong-ha leave behind a child before he died?

That doesn’t fit your age.

Could it be that she was alive and gave birth to a child, and that’s it?

I can’t help but imagine such arrogance.

But I can’t ask.

Whatever happens, once this show ends, I don’t plan on seeing that guy again.

Not because of the rules of broadcasting, but because of fear.

Opening a closed door is not about going back in.

So Hong Young-pil thought.

He said he was fine with being treated any way he wanted, whether he was Scrooge or an entertainer. But he was not allowed to meet Jacob the Ghost.

I have to live blindly as a father and husband, without seeing the past, present, or future.