[Professor⊠I think burying me in the mountain behind the school would be faster than graduating. Why do I have to go to school?]
[No⊠And why isnât Black Call making a comeback? Donât you want to work for an agency?]
A graduate student who posted on SNS cursed her professor to her heartâs content today.
Being a late fan was scarier, but she used to be a casual fan when she was a student and it all changed after meeting Black Call Joo Woosung three years ago.
âThis guy⊠Heâs handsomeâŠâ
She shed tears as she re-tweeted Joo Woosungâs photo content, which had been there for almost 3 months, on her social media tweet.
Black Call was a male idol group ambitiously released by a large entertainment company a few years ago and was a top-tier idol group in Korea.
In the first place, Joo Woosung was called Muggleâs fan gateway, but after crossing it at once, she became a true core fan.
She posted curses at the agency in annoyance, but a star notification from Joo Woosung popped up.
Crazy, is it finally a boyfriend shot?
#Advertisement #I thought I was going to die because of the guy who only put up his brand name and didnât show his face properly.
But today, he finally uploaded his face!
After happily moving past it, the graduate student frowned at the next uploaded video.
[Daepasong Entertainment]
It had only been two days, but because I had so many things to do, I felt like I hadnât come here for a long time.
I sighed as the company building looked even more old after a look at Joo Woosungâs apartment. Still, there was a powerful weapon hidden in my cell phone.
As I stepped into the building, I saw Jung Dajoon wandering in the lobby looking anxious.
Jung Dajoon opened his eyes wide, and hurriedly ran towards me and grabbed my arm.
âHoyoon hyung, why arenât you answering my calls?â
âHmm⊠Your diction is good.â
Ugh, I didnât know if he was asking a question or making my ears bleed. I asked, taking my arm off him.
Kang Yichae came out from the side. He shook his head, smiling like a madman.
âItâs been awesome, the last two days.â
âSunghyun hyung made a fuss⊠The atmosphere was really cold. Jiwon hyung covered for that⊠No, thatâs not the point. Have you finally given up?â
âHn? Didnât you come here because you couldnât get the song?â
These punks, they didnât have enough faith in me.
I pressed the back of Jung Dajoonâs head as he innocently looked up at me. At that moment when Jung Dajoon couldnât avoid what happened in an instant and shouted ouch, I made eye contact with Kang Yichae. A look of âno wayâ passed through Kang Yichaeâs eyes.
Kang Yichae, just like I thought before, he looked like an idiot but he was quick-witted.
I replied sullenly. Kang Yichae still had doubts about me, but he calmly headed to the practice room.
There, I saw Kim Sunghyun and Sung Jiwon talking with serious expressions. The two jumped when they saw my face.
Kim Sunghyun to this side. I could also feel Sung Jiwonâs troubled gaze.
Why is your expression so dark?
Sung Jiwon hesitated and approached me.
âYouâve suffered a lot.â
âI heard Composer Lim Hyunsoo has a rough personality and a foul mouth⊠Did you hear anything harsh?â
This was another unexpected development.
Sung Jiwon was probably consoling me on the premise that I had failed.
âWhat⊠What did he say?â
âCrazy punk, crazy, asshole⊠I heard all sorts of things.â
Lim Hyunsoo was still foul-mouthed.
As I objectively laid out the words I had heard, the atmosphere in the practice room, which was already on the verge of exploding, became even more tense.
Jung Dajoon looked sad as if the world was almost destroyed. I thought Kim Sunghyun was going to be sarcastic, but surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut as he considered my feelings.
ââŠYes, good work. Donât be so disappointed that you didnât get the songâŠâ
âWhat are you talking about? When did I say I didnât get it?â
âOf course I got it. I told you Iâd get it.â
Everyone had a blank face, unable to accept reality.
I walked past them to head to the speaker and connected it to the phone. The speaker was dirty. I should buy a new one when I got paid.
And I played the music file that I had received on my phone in advance. I recalled the phone call when Lim Hyunsoo handed over the file.
[Hey, seriously⊠Iâm suddenly inspired! Something comes to my mind. Isnât my talent crazy?]
[This bastard, are you listening?]
At first, it was a hum. as if it were in the water
And after a while, a beeping sound began to play out as if it had come to its senses. An intense electronic beat began.
[I get excited⊠I put this and that. There are parts that I still donât like, so Iâm going to change them.]
At any rate, he was a perfectionist. I thought he wouldnât do it, but Lim Hyunsoo sang the guide song himself. Temporary lyrics were also added according to the concept I conveyed.
It was a husky voice of a woman, but there was no problem changing it to a male key.
[Say it again, weâre at the beginning
I will come back every time
You are afraid of this strange feeling of déjà vu,
âThe lyrics are pretty good, too.â
Even without saying that it was a Blue Tiger song, this was so obvious.
Lim Hyunsooâs favorite beat, song, concept, and style.
He whined and pulled out a real beat and melody.
âYouâre good, Lim Hyunsoo.â
Three minutes and forty seconds passed, and the song was over.
It really came out well. On top of that, we could add more detailed planning and stories, and ask Lim Hyunsoo to revise the lyrics.
I turned to the members with a satisfied face. I thought theyâd be jumping up and down in excitement, but they were allâŠ
âWhatâs wrong? Are you still suspicious?â
Do they think itâs not a Blue Tigerâs song? Sung Jiwon shook his head as I was seriously contemplating whether I should prove it by making a video call to Lim Hyunsoo. It seemed he was able to understand.
Then why the hell? What is this silence?
âHow did you get this, how do you know each other⊠Apart from that.â
Meanwhile, Kim Sunghyun opened his mouth. He seemed hesitant.
I didnât have to say that I received it as a talent donation.
Kang Yichae was silent for a long time before he opened his mouth.
ââŠThe song is good.â
Suddenly, Jung Dajoon sniffled at those words. Everyone was flustered. I was the most dumbfounded.
âNo, Iâm not crying⊠Itâs embarrassing..â
âWhy are you crying?â
Usually, if you asked a crying person why they were crying, there would be no answer. However, I was so bewildered that I couldnât help but ask.
Instead of Jung Dajoon, who was busy sniffling and pretending not to cry, Sung Jiwon patted him and explained.
âI guess itâs because the song is so good. We, really⊠We got a song that I thought only the large agency could get. I canât believe it.â
âDajoon suffered a lot for a year.â
Ah, at least they werenât saying they didnât like it.
At Sung Jiwonâs kind words, Jung Dajoon couldnât come back to his sense and continued to sob.
Then Kang Yichae suddenly stood up and clapped.
âLetâs all clap. Applause to us who are free from the pineapple curse. Give another round of applause to Seo Hoyoon!â
Fortunately, the mood changed. It was a relief that Kang Yichae had a strong mentality.
Everyone didnât say anything, but it seemed they felt grateful toward me. Even Kim Sunghyun.
He didnât say thank you directly until the end.
I quickly changed their image.
âArenât these guys going to get their assurance wrongâŠâ
Because they were all naive. I waited bitterly for this sudden warm atmosphere to subside. And when Jung Dajoon stopped sniffling, I clapped my hands.
âYeah, guys. Then letâs talk.â
Wondering what else to bring up, the other members kept their mouths shut and stared blankly at each other.
Knowing that they would be defenseless and unprepared, I nodded and threw them a print I had prepared. Kang Yichae who was nearby snatched it swiftly.
âPicking a song isnât the end. Dance, lyrics, planning. Iâve picked all the trends that are trending these days.â
As Jung Dajoon was confused, Kang Yichae and Kim Sunghyun seemed to have noticed and were already looking through the data.
Thatâs right, idols need to be quick-witted.
âMake a plan according to the song and put it together.â
âYou canât apply Pineappleâs plan here. Iâll tell the president to revise this completely.â
Originally, it would be correct to plan first, then compose, write lyrics, and choreograph, but we only had one month left.
Itâs better to think youâre already dead.
Everyone nodded their heads vigorously as if they were all cheered up.
âHn! Letâs do that!â
âItâs 2 oâclock nowâ.
I looked at my cell phone.
âFinish it by three. Then Iâll go to the planning meeting.â
You guys have to pay for the meal now, too.
âT-Thatâs impossibleâŠâ
When the manager and Jung Dajoon opened their mouths, Seong Jiwon jumped in. His eyes were full of venom.
Iâll leave this to you.
I beckoned to the manager.
âHuh? Hoyoon hyung, where are you going? Arenât we supposed to do this together?â
Nope. Of course, since I was a PD, I could do it with my eyes closed when it came to planning, but now there was something more urgent than that.
In response to Kang Yichaeâs question, I pointed upward.
âTo meet the president.â
Everyone opened their mouths wide.
âItâs because I have to turn it all over.â
âHoyoon-ah, Iâm sorry that you have to take the bullet.â
Even the system window, which had been sarcastic, was at loss for words and sighed at the naive members.
I turned my head, grabbed the manager, and strode toward the presidentâs office.
The manager was restless, but he had to take care of his errands.
âYou said youâve fixed the contract, right?â
âUh, t-that, itâs not a work that requires contacting the presidentâŠâ
âIâm going to revise the entire plan, so I should go in and have a consultation.â
âŠwas actually an excuse.
I needed to confront the president alone.
When I arrived at the presidentâs office, the president that I saw last time was still looking at the documents with a frown.
âHello, this is Seo Hoyoon.â
âAre you here to talk about the contract?â
The president narrowed his eyes.
âSeriously. Contact me next time. You keep popping up all of suddenâŠ.â
Itâs because I canât trust you, asshole.
I couldnât trust this damn enterprise where nothing was done even though there was only one month left until the comeback date.
As I stayed still, the president sighed and gestured to the manager.
The manager quickly brought it out behind me. I sat in front of the president and quickly skimmed through the contract.
Usually, people in their early 20s and those who rolled into the practice room to become idols didnât know what this was and stamped it first.
âI looked it up and found that there was no proper contract yet. So I made it again according to the standard.â
The manager gave me a detailed explanation. I asked after dryly flipping through the 10-page document.
âDid you tell the president that Iâm going to overturn the plan?â
âHuh? Uh⊠I told him about it roughly, butâŠâ
It seemed it had slipped through.
âYouâre going to overturn the plan? Why?â
âItâs a waste of time.â
I watched the president frown. He must be thinking it was just bravado.
Then the manager suddenly jumped in from next to me.
âHo-Hoyoon isnât just saying this! He brought a song from Blue Tiger!â
I was going to use that at the critical moment. He was trying to cheer me up, but he was clueless.
After giving the manager a cold glance, I turned to the president. The president looked interested.