Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 22



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Episode 22. The Invention of Lies (2)

No… … Is this a dream right now?

An Chi-seop blinked his eyes without realizing it and then realized, “Oh no.”

Did I look stupid just now?

“Sit down.”

The voice of the man sitting at the head of the TVK president’s office was very dry… … Ahn Chi-seop thought as he sat timidly at the end of the chair in the reception room.

There is only one reason why Ahn Chi-seop ran to the broadcasting station naked.

The point is that it was the boss’ call…

The president of TVK, who had called him, was sitting on the sofa across from him, always smiling kindly.

On the top seat.

“I’ll give you Yoon Tae-joo.”

“Good,” a low, low-pitched voice introduces itself.

As soon as Chairman Yoon Tae-joo, who was sitting at the top, finished his introduction, Ahn Chi-seop suddenly stood up and bowed.

“It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Chairman.”

Then I glanced around and saw the TVK president… … .

The president of the broadcasting station is a big shot to Ahn Chi-seop, but he doesn’t know what to do with that big shot like a child.

Although he’s forcing a smile, you can tell he’s really nervous.

Seeing that kind of appearance, it is true that Ahn Chi-seop also becomes more nervous.

An Chi-seop looks funny because he got up and said hello.

After looking around, he hesitated and laid his butt back down on the sofa cushion.

Although it is an affiliate of Jaemin Group, Jaemin Group has more than one affiliate.

The broadcasting station is just something that Jaemin Group has for media management purposes.

So, according to Ahn Chi-seop’s memory, he never heard of Yoon Tae-joo coming to TVK even once.

Why on earth did Yoon Tae-joo stop by TVK?

And why did he call Ahn Chi-seop himself?

While Ahn Chi-seop’s head was spinning, Chairman Yoon Tae-joo opened his mouth again.

“I’m watching the broadcast well.”

broadcast?

The CEO of a large corporation is watching an idol audition show?

Think short, speak long.

“Ah… …! Yes. Thank you! It’s all thanks to the chairman and the president here who have supported and cheered me on. I’m working hard.”

As I put it in slightly and checked his reaction, TVK President Yang Hong-soo’s smile deepened.

But, Chairman Yoon Tae-joo, who actually gave the compliment, has no change in his face?

What the heck.

These past few days have been full of really incomprehensible things.

Chairman Yoon Tae-joo, who had no idea whether he knew Ahn Chi-seop’s intentions or not, answered as if he was saying something.

“Shall we shake hands?”

“Yes… … ? Ah! It’s an honor!”

Chairman Yoon Tae-joo stood up and extended his hand, and Ahn Chi-seop also stood up and took his hand.

‘Your fingers are so long… … .’

As expected, the thought was fleeting.

Yoon Tae-joo continues speaking while holding hands.

“A good parting is what completes a good meeting.”

“yes?”

“Whatever it is that’s on your mind. Don’t do it. It means to break up beautifully.”

What the hell are you talking about?

No matter how much I rack my brain, I can’t understand what Yoon Tae-joo is saying.

What’s that on your head?

If that’s what’s on Ahn Chi-seop’s mind right now… … and if it’s about meetings, breakups, and things like that… … .

“Move?”

The words just came out of my mouth without me realizing it.

But it seems to be correct.

I can still feel the strength being applied to the hand that is holding on.

‘You came to the broadcasting station to see me because of Lee Dong-ha?’

No, why on earth?

Why did the conglomerate leader move?

When I asked Lee Dong-ha, he said that it wasn’t a hidden child.

What is this?

I guessed the answer by guessing, but I don’t know the solution process.

I want to meet Yoon Tae-joo who is moving.

Did Yoon Tae-joo come to find himself for Lee Dong-ha?

The question of why never left my mind, but the hardened office worker’s desire to extend his life overcame curiosity.

“Yes! I understand. I understand what you are saying.”

At Ahn Chi-seop’s words, Chairman Yoon Tae-joo finally let go of the hand he had been holding.

“Good. I feel good because I had a good meeting today.”

And when Yoon Tae-joo sits down again, an awkward silence falls over the president’s office.

This is a curse.

Now that you’ve finished your business, go out.

As if the position of broadcasting station president was not something that was won through Go-Stop, President Yang Hong-soo joined the conversation for the first time.

“Mr. Chairman. If you have nothing else to say, should I ask Producer Ahn to leave?”

“Let’s do that.”

Ahn Chi-seop, who was a broadcaster before becoming an office worker, asked with a little greed.

“That… … Chairman. Trainee Lee Dong-ha wanted to meet you… … Do you have any plans to meet him?”

Once you make room, Idongha will return, and everything will be resolved.

“Not yet.”

Looking into Yoon Tae-joo’s eyes, which seemed to have become hazy, Ahn Chi-seop thought for the first time that this man was a person with blood like him.

That sparked my curiosity.

I’m afraid that I might offend the Chairman by asking for no reason, but I feel like I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t ask this.

“Is it okay if I ask what kind of… relationship you have with trainee Lee Dong-ha?”

Chairman Yoon Tae-joo looks at Ahn Chi-seop for a moment and then opens his mouth.

“I made some… promise.”

* * *

-Wooyeol-hyung: It’s hard without you.

-Jiha: The song was good.

-Junho: Traitor.

When I checked my phone, I saw that the members who had shared a room had left messages in the group chat.

When I checked the time on my phone, it seemed like he picked up his phone and sent me a text message as soon as he finished his work for the day.

I tapped my fingers to send a reply.

– Me: Be sure to sing the song I gave you. Don’t clap your hands at the end.

I was so scared that my phone started buzzing and vibrating while I was texting, so I just turned off the screen.

As I was rubbing my body hard against the floor, enjoying my long-awaited freedom, a familiar voice called out to me.

“Were you a longboard in your past life? Get up quickly. Let’s eat.”

“Oh… … Even when looking from below, I can’t see the hair.”

“I think I’ll step on it.”

“But why do you always talk about food whenever you see me? Let’s get some rest. It’s been a while since I’ve had such a nice break.”

“If anyone saw you, they would want to feed you. You seemed to have gained some weight at the beginning of the show, but you haven’t changed much.”

“That’s because I practice dancing. Damn, these are all real-life compressed muscles.”

He answered like that and rolled over to get up from his seat.

Home… … Well, this is my home now.

anyway.

It’s been five days since I returned home.

“Meat again?”

“Eat and be happy that you have a wealthy father who can cook meat for you three meals a day.”

“Dad, you said. Ugh… … It’s gross.”

“……mistake.”

“You said it was a mistake, so it’s really gross. Don’t say things like that, even if it’s a mistake. It gives me goosebumps.”

“… … Mom. You have to keep practicing. That way, you won’t make mistakes when you’re around other people.”

I just smiled and took a bite of the roughly cooked beef in the frying pan.

“So delicious.”

“I can see why TV is an idiot box when I look at you.”

I don’t know.

Anyway, I’m enjoying a break after a long time, and I’m feeling free. I like that I don’t have to dress up when I’m with Beomseok. Dressing up isn’t necessarily something for a celebrity… … I’m a little different. From other people.

“I registered for a driving school.”

“Well done.”

Beomseok, whose appetite had suddenly increased while feeding me, answered while wrapping up a large wrap.

“You take a look at the contract documents.”

“I’m already looking into it. I have a friend who specializes in entertainment, so I asked him to do it for me. Are there any poison pill provisions? What’s more advantageous?”

Even though he voluntarily stepped down from the Nae-Pwa-Dol, does he still have value as a product?

As soon as I stopped talking, my phone started blinking nonstop.

If you sign a contract with their company, how will they take care of you in the future, how will they distribute the profits, what conditions are you looking for, etc.

Something like that.

No matter how smart I am, my experience cannot keep up with contracts and legal matters.

So I asked Beomseok.

After putting a large piece of cheap ssam in his mouth and chewing it awkwardly, Beomseok asked this question.

“Have you finished coordinating well with PD Ahn Chi-seop?”

“Huh? Surprisingly obedient?”

Actually, I had no intention of doing anything like tuning, but since Ahn Chi-seop was so friendly and approachable, we ended up exchanging a few things.

At the meeting, Ahn Chi-seop said this.

In a voice that said it didn’t matter anymore.

As if we were talking person to person, not between a PD and an audition participant.

-You didn’t plan on becoming an idol in the first place, did you?

―I don’t mind if you do a solo later, but if you become an idol, this choice will come back to you like a boomerang. That’s why I’m asking in advance. I… … don’t intend to hurt you.

-Yeah, well. It’s better for both of us. If we debut, we can roll with it, but it’s good that you don’t have to worry about what others think. Since you’ve raised your profile, you’ll be able to do whatever you want.

―Let’s wrap it up nicely though. I’ll wrap it up nicely. If you voluntarily step down and go on air, no matter how you wrap it up, it won’t look good. Let’s change the plan to have you produce the kids. I have music that I want to do personally, not as an idol, and I’m stepping down for health reasons. What do you think?

―You only need to do the two songs you wrote this time. I’m done talking with producer Jo In-chang. Didn’t he contact you?

―We had some issues at the end, but I was still grateful. Thanks to you, we were able to bring the broadcast this far.

I tilted my head as I recalled that day.

The more I think about it, the stranger it gets… … .

He acted like he was going to make a big fuss, but he was still a gentle sheep. Unlike before, when he would just give me a vague direction, he explained things as clearly as possible so that I wouldn’t misunderstand.

“That’s good.”

I nodded at Beomseok’s words.

Whatever the process, it went well.

I heard that Nae-Ppal-Dol contacted Beom-Seok in advance. They said that if he joins the debut group, they will have formal contract negotiations, but they already knew about it.

The guide for the contract presented thus is 5:5 with a period of activity of 5 years.

Details about the number of albums and activities will be decided later and coordinated after the debut group is confirmed, but in my case, since I am a strong candidate, it would be better for you to know in advance.

Five years is terrible.

I also really like the kids I sweated with.

It was so much fun practicing together.

It was also fun to compose dance music or songs that fit the current trends.

It was fun because it was just entertainment.

I’m not trying to disparage idol music itself, but it’s purely my taste and direction.

What I want to do is rock, but if I had to live as an idol for 5 years with my hands and feet tied… … Ugh. My body trembles just thinking about it.

I’m shaking, but to the members of our rock band, if we spend 5 years here… … Oh man. Some of them might be dead.

Thinking about that makes me want to hurry up and write some songs and meet people.

As if a thought suddenly occurred to him, Beomseok asked.

“Oh, but why blue porcelain?”

Blue porcelain.

It’s the name of our band that went awry right before our debut.

So, that’s the name of our band that I’m trying to revive.

I opened my hands and started folding them one by one.

“Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Blue Porcelain.”

It was a name I made up.

There was a time when rock bands often named themselves after a combination of colors and shapes.

Is there no such name?

It’s an English name because we need to expand overseas while maintaining our identity as a company that started in Korea.

“So why is it called blue porcelain? It’s just a color and stuff. Did you just make it like that?”

“The original band name is just randomly chosen. The Beatles mixed the word ‘beat’ with ‘beetle’ to create an ambiguous name. Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin, as I mentioned earlier, are all funny names when translated into Korean.”

“It doesn’t mean anything?”

“It makes sense.”

“what?”

“Celadon. Blue is Cheong-e, and porcelain is Porcelain in English. Combined, Celadon. This is how we introduce ourselves when we go on world tours. The world’s best rock band from Korea, Blue Porcelain! Combined, it becomes Goryeo Celadon. The very definition of national prestige. Wow.”

Beomseok stops using his chopsticks and asks quietly.

“When you named it, what did the band members say?”

“You liked it… ? It was a nice name.”

“What are you thinking now?”

I want to hit Beomseok’s face, who is holding back laughter, with a hot frying pan.

“It may sound funny now, but in the end, if the band is successful, that’s all that matters. You understand?”

The band is originally confident.

“When are you going to meet Youngpil hyung?”

Well… that’s the problem.

Since I’ve stopped picking mine, I could meet him anytime, but this guy doesn’t even think about meeting him.

Even if you go to see him, he just avoids you and leaves you alone.

Just ignore the contact.

I answered, putting meat in my mouth.

“I plan to observe it for a while.”

I wonder if he has no intention of doing rock anymore.

What is the reason for avoiding it?