Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 186



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Episode 186. run up (5)

Misari Live Cafe, .

Eun-joo Kim rested her chin on the table with one arm, and looked around with hazy eyes.

A round table with people sitting sparsely spaced out.

It’s not a very large space. However, if you think of it as a place to eat, it’s more spacious than you’d think.

Anyway, even this somewhat awkward space was not completely filled.

Most of the tables that were filled were filled with people of a relatively old age.

But… … Kim Eun-joo thought this.

‘It’s romantic… … . Something… … newtro… … .’

I’m twenty-seven this year.

A young, novice in society.

But her hidden identity is that she is a member of the Blue Porcelain fan cafe and a keyboard warrior who has been fanatical about idols for nearly 10 years.

aka. .

In reality, she had never walked properly on anyone’s legs, but it was just an idea.

These words came out of Kim Eun-joo’s mouth naturally.

“good night…….”

“Okay? Really? Oh my… I was surprised because I thought you didn’t like it.”

Eun-ju Kim looked at the agent who had been oblivious when it was cold but was now belatedly noticing it.

“Sir.”

“uh?”

“Brother.”

“Haha… … I like you better than the agent.”

I’m just foolishly rambling along, but what makes me look so cute?

I guess that’s why women say that atmosphere is everything.

The first place that comes to mind is Misari, known as the mecca of adultery.

Now that I’ve actually gone inside, I think I understand why people come here.

Moderate lighting, with a suitably dark atmosphere to match.

The tables and interior have a rather old-fashioned feel that you don’t see in restaurants these days. This is so out of place that it’s almost romantic.

It would have been disappointing if it didn’t appear to be there, but it’s also secretly luxurious.

So the man who brought her there also looks very handsome.

So that’s why the lights are red… …the lights are red?

It felt like the light that was shining on a moderately dark place was sharply cutting my brother’s face.

Kim Eun-joo smiled softly as she stared at the man.

“Then what about this?”

“?”

“babe.”

“……uh……?”

“no?”

“No, no no. Okay… … .”

“How are you, honey?” I tried to tease her again, but I held back as I looked at my brother’s face, which was so red it looked like it was going to burst.

It was quite cute.

I’m grateful too.

Kim Eun-joo has now become a working woman, having faced the obstacles of reality, but she is a nerd at heart. So she fantasizes from time to time.

One day, I suddenly ran into my idol.

I don’t dream of love.

That’s so unrealistic.

I’m a fanboy, I love and chase idols. I’m not a delusional person who escapes reality.

I’m just looking for an outlet for my overflowing energy.

To Kim Eun-joo, that was a celebrity and an idol.

Now it’s just a moving blue porcelain.

But the agent in front of me made that imagination come true. The Republic of Korea may be small, but what if I came face to face with my idol in this small land?

Eun-ju Kim knows that the odds of winning the lottery are as slim as that of winning the lottery.

Why?

Because that has never happened even once.

Because this is my first time.

“Uh… … . Here it comes. Blue porcelain. Are you setting it up?”

Embarrassed, I looked away from my sturdy boyfriend who was changing the subject and looked straight ahead.

Members took their seats in front of the instruments and microphones that had already been installed on stage.

The people in the restaurant still don’t seem to know who they are.

Just looking at this makes it unrealistic.

A singer who has moved up to that weight class at Misari Live Cafe?

And all of a sudden, without any promotion through social media or anything?

Ting ting— teeing—.

Kim Eun-joo’s hazy eyes caught Lee Dong-ha hitting the microphone a couple of times.

How much would you have to pay to experience this kind of distance at a concert hall?

It’s the S seat among the S seats… … 200,000 won? 30? … … Maybe 100… … or more?

Every single strand of Lee Dong-ha’s hair is captured in the light.

This distance cannot be bought with money.

If they had sold tickets, it would have been a bloody picketing in reality, and with the added bonus of extra money, ordinary fans would not have been able to get tickets.

Eun-ju Kim pulled up a chair and walked over to her brother.

As I reach out, I grab my brother’s hand, which is slightly sweaty, perhaps because he’s nervous.

Romance itself… … .

At that moment, Lee Dong-ha on stage opened his mouth.

“Hey, if you have a blue porcelain pan, raise your hand.”

Although it was sudden, Eun-joo Kim knows that Dong-ha is originally like that.

So I raised my remaining hand.

But when I looked around, I saw that there was only one person who raised their hand…

This is also romantic.

Anyway, since most of the tables are empty, and they are mostly older people, there might be some people who don’t know who Blue Porcelain is. Even if they do know, most people would just hear about it and let it slide.

My idol is on stage.

His only fan.

‘That’s me.’

Kim Eun-joo smiled very elegantly.

A lethal dose of romance.

But… … Lee Dong-ha waved his hand at Kim Eun-joo.

and.

“Then the rest of you, just enjoy it as if it’s a band you don’t know singing… I guarantee you’ll become our fans in a few hours. Just enjoy it as it is.”

“… … Dong-ha oppa… … .”

“… … Lee Dong-ha was your older brother… … ? Wasn’t he twenty-one?”

My boyfriend’s noise next to me cut in, but I let it go in one ear.

The person on stage is looking at me, or rather, only at me.

And then he smiles like a prankster and moves his mouth again.

“But on this stage, I’m doing it for Dongha-ri-geol-eo, the only fan here.”

“Dongha-ri-ga? Is that you?”

As expected, noise interrupted, but I once again pretended not to hear it.

This is the first time I’ve regretted my fan club ID. It’s not something I can confidently bring up in front of my crush.

But the slight embarrassment melted away at Lee Dong-ha’s next words.

“It’s not rock, but I have someone to listen to today. .”

As soon as the words were finished, Lee Dong-ha’s hands gently grabbed the guitar and the performance began.

* * *

My fingers brush the guitar.

Since it wasn’t an intense performance, I think it would be more accurate to say that his fingers just brushed the guitar.

“Yeah. I know now—to you.”

A plain voice, not an explosive vocal that sounds like it’s going to chew up the microphone.

‘That’s not like me.’

But why is there a smile on my lips?

Maybe it’s because the moment I’m performing right now is the very expression of rock’s spirit of resistance.

Or maybe it was because of that one fan who looked at me with a hazy look in his eyes and nodded his head.

That’s right.

I always wanted to play music for someone.

-Why do you keep coming to my house?

-There are so many delicious things, right? If you keep doing this, I’ll just leave? Huh?

-Hey… I was just saying. Sit down.

-It should have been like that a long time ago.

3 years ago… … In someone’s memory, a moment from 33 years ago was captured on my retina.

Beomseok’s house, which he had been looking for as a matter of course, carrying the acoustic guitar his uncle had given him.

But Beomseok and I. We knew. I didn’t come to his house to eat rare fruits like pineapple or melon.

-Okay. But isn’t this something that everyone can do?

-What are you talking about, X-God? Objectively speaking, don’t you feel like he’s doing a good job?

-You shouldn’t compare it to other singers unless you see them perform it yourself.

―Is that so? But listen carefully. It’s precious time. The future rock star is playing just for you.

A performance for one fan.

It wasn’t a show for Beomseok. It was a show for me.

After all, sound is just a lame thing that is not complete until it reaches someone’s ears.

I played and Beomseok enjoyed my playing.

That’s how we were meaningful to each other.

‘Walking on the bridge. It’s really funny. What are you going to do with your legs walking?’

From this place today, I look at the fans who gave me the meaning of being a singer.

Thanks to that, I was able to avoid being mistaken.

‘That’s just like me.’

Even if it’s not an electric guitar sound with a lot of distortion.

Even if it’s not a powerful vocal that shoots up octaves as if galloping towards the top.

One fan just lets me know that I exist as a person who delivers sound to the ears of fans.

Breaking the genre limitations that one has always had comes by chance like this.

A drama OST that I happened to participate in.

Another little bit of luxury I’d like to sing for a fan I meet by chance.

A rock star isn’t someone who does rock, but someone who can do what they want without being restricted by social norms.

Then I’m a rock star.

I don’t take drugs because I want to, and I don’t covet this woman or that woman because I want to. I’m someone who can perform anywhere I want, and I can confidently sing even if it’s not rock music if I want to.

So after I finished this song, I asked my older sister, who has a nickname that I always want to joke around with, “Dongha-ri-geol-eo”.

“Walk the bridge. Request a song.”

“……yes?”

“I’m taking song requests. I don’t usually give out repertoire. Specially. Preciously. Just for today, for our Dongha-ri-geol-eo.”

When I smile brightly, my face turns red and I look at the man next to me. That keeps provoking jokes.

The hitting sensation is good.

“Ah… … um… … I… … an astronaut. My number one pick… … .”

That older sister is strange. She uses really violent nicknames, but when you actually talk to her, she’s really shy.

“Okay. Astronaut. Go.”

I glanced at the members and then returned my hand to the guitar.

But then I turn my head back to the front… … Hmm?

‘Why did you come? No, when did you come?’

I thought that to myself, but I don’t blame you.

It’s just… …it’s not easy to hide the smile on your lips.

* * *

The Savior chose a more secluded spot than usual.

It’s been a while since I’ve been here, so it’s a bit awkward to say ‘usual’.

“I really don’t know where Dong-ha will go… …. Now he’s back to Misari again.”

Gu Se-ryeong looked at Hong Seon-ah, who said that, with a gentle smile.

“That’s why it’s like Dong-ha.”

“He is a strange friend.”

“It’s strange… … our Dong-ha.”

The lighting here at makes people’s eyes look dizzy.

That was the look in Gu Seol-ryeong’s eyes that Hong Seon-ah saw.

A look that only a woman in love can show… … .

‘Why are you doing this… … .’

Can’t stop it.

Hong Seon-ah, have you never been in love?

Love is like a wick that has been soaked in oil. Before it catches fire, it is just a rope. But once it is lit, it is running at full speed towards explosion.

If it was a fuse that could be blown out by drying it, why did Romeo and Juliet exist? Why did the Titanic sink?

‘Ah… … Titanic… … not really.’

Hong Seon-ah swallowed a bitter smile and took her eyes off Gu Se-ryeong and looked at Lee Dong-ha.

I used to come here often.

Of course, with the Savior.

At that time, there was a clear purpose for the Savior to scout Lee Dong-ha, but today, I don’t know why he came.

It doesn’t seem to be because of Director Gil Min-seok’s worries that performing in a place like this would lower its value…

If that was the reason, I would have stopped it a long time ago.

As if he had read Hong Seon-ah’s mind, Gu Se-ryeong whispered softly.

“Because I’m a fan.”

“Are you really just doing this because you’re a fan?”

“Love is ultimately a fandom. Especially when it’s unrequited love.”

“Looking at what you two are doing these days, it doesn’t seem like unrequited love.”

“It’s true that I have unrequited love.”

After saying that and pausing for a moment, the old man opened his mouth with a long sigh.

“Thank you so much. You saved my life. How can I forget when you tell me to? And also… … You’re so precious… … You’re so good.”

“… … .”

“I’m afraid that if I get caught in love, I won’t be able to come to this moment. Do you know that, Seon-ah?”

“You don’t act like a managing director.”

Gu Seol-ryeong smiled brightly at Hong Seon-ah’s blunt words.

“That’s just me. I’m a person who is afraid of love.”

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