The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 57

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The hit song of this life is revenge.
57
Even the second hand seemed to have stopped.
“Did a Broadcast Accident just happen…?”
Someone in the center of the Audience Seating whispered to the person beside them.
“I don’t know either.”
The one being questioned kept their eyes on the Stage, answering half-heartedly.
Submerged beneath a wave of concentration that swallowed everything around them, their mind couldn’t reach that far.
When the high note climbing up the skin reached its peak, the sound cut out.
If anything, the severing made the electric thrill all the more vivid and sharp.
“……I…”
The sound flowing through the Microphone was so thin it was impossible to tell whether it was a lyric or a breath.
That delicate tremor swept away the goosebumps rising on exposed skin.
The protagonist on Stage slowly extended their arm.
Then, as if grasping someone, they clenched their fist and let a low voice spill out.
“Can I really not see you….”
A sound scattered like wind.
Yet that voice did not merely brush past—it shook the entire sealed space.
A lump in the throat.
The sound showed no sign of growing louder, but the ears kept opening wider and wider.
Before the meaning of the lyrics could be understood, the body reacted first.
Without knowing why they were concentrating so deeply, they were pulled into the Stage without resistance.
“Any day, any moment—it doesn’t matter. Please come see me.”
In the instant when only the voice completely wrapped around the heart.
Memories that could only breathe within those lyrics rippled forth.
A warmth thought to be forgotten and a heart left unspoken crashed in at once.
Emotion rising from the depths finally touched the corners of the eyes.
It was when they hurriedly swallowed, trying not to let tears fall.
“Hhh…hic.”
Someone sitting a little distance away lowered their head first.
The person seated in front was also holding their mouth shut, enduring.
The sound of sniffling came from far away, then spread here and there.
It was strange.
Without anyone going first, everyone was falling apart at the same point.
People rubbed their eyes while never tearing their gaze from the Stage.
What spread across the Audience Seating was not commotion.
It was a moment when one collective weeping took its place like a permitted emotion.
To the side of the Stage.
At the moment when everything tangled into one, Baek Song-ha stood alone, apart.
With every breath between the lyrics, the chest sank again and again.
Though there was no applause, no cheers, the Audience Seating itself felt turned toward Lee Jae-i.
Even she herself.
The concentration created in this moment was not the kind that could be stolen.
It was a first.
Feeling already left behind before even a result had come in.
‘No. No, it can’t be like this.’
She absolutely could not acknowledge the emotion that had flashed past in that instant.
Baek Song-ha bit down hard on her back teeth, denying everything.
The lyrics that began cutting through the silence gradually grew in volume.
Lee Jae-i’s voice reached to the smallest corners of the space.
The Chorus erupted.
Exactly where she knew it would be.
“Shi…X.”
It was a sound that couldn’t be spit out only inside.
The time accumulated for this moment came crashing down all at once.
In just a few seconds.
Without even stepping on the Stage yet, the song was disappearing as if finding its owner.
‘Should I not go on Stage?’
The fleeting thought made her want to tear at her hair.
Avoiding—such a thing was impossible.
Baek Song-ha traced Lee Jae-i in the memory that pricked painfully at her brain.
She’d seen the Rehearsal and said nothing.
Even when she deliberately brushed past Lee Jae-i to test her reaction, the expression remained serene.
Nothing seemed odd.
For she too had noticed: when she’d received the Sheet Music from Yoo Young-jae and imagined the sound in her head, it sounded different from the actual recorded sound.
How could she, not even a skilled composer, discern the entire melody from just a few notes?
But Lee Jae-i had brazenly hidden her expression and switched the Music Recorded right before taking the Stage.
‘That cunning X.’
Her back teeth ground together.
A urge to grab her by the hair and drag her down flared up, but she forced it down.
The Live Broadcast had no editing.
The thought that immediately followed was the path the song had taken to reach her.
‘That’s why she used Kim Cho-a.’
It was when Baek Song-ha’s vacant eyes sharpened.
“Um… Director Kim suggested that you perform your next Stage A Capella.”
At the Staff’s words, her lips twisted up of their own accord.
So that was all they’d come up with.
Baek Song-ha answered coldly.
“Why me? That way it’ll look like I copied her song. I’m doing the Rehearsal version as planned.”
Lee Jae-i’s Stage, singing the second verse entirely A Capella, had ended.
Letters spread across the large Screen.
[-I want to see you.-]
* * *
“Pfft!”
Son Hyun-joo, who had been watching the broadcast, spat out the beer she was drinking.
Hoping to borrow the power of alcohol because of her nerves, she instead choked on the carbonation, which stung her throat sharply.
Son Hyun-joo confirmed the top of the screen again with disbelieving eyes.
[I’m Your Singer Season 3]
The Broadcasting Station logo and program name displayed clearly.
Even knowing, she was so flustered that her eyes went blank first.
She had waited for just this moment.
Thinking one of them would react immediately once the Stage ended.
Naturally, an objection would come in.
She had anticipated that.
But this was not a scene she could have imagined even if she’d been reincarnated three or four times.
“What did Hwang Seong-su do?”
Her jaw had sagged so much her temples ached.
It was shocking enough that the Music Recorded had changed during the Live Broadcast Stage, but the sound had cut out in the middle.
Was there even a main PD in that position?
The carbonation of the bubbling beer came up uncomfortably.
But when the Trainee Lee Jae-i’s breath burst out, her gut sank completely.
‘Was it direction?’
The thought flashed past briefly.
But she had the Music Recorded.
There was no gap or cut in the middle.
It was a clear Broadcast Accident.
‘But that helped.’
Rather, with concentration heightened, that single burst of a word came crashing in like a wave.
Even if it had been direction, it would have received rave reviews.
The emotional expression delivered by Trainee Lee Jae-i in that situation was far too perfect.
For several seconds, she’d even forgotten to think and simply listened to the song.
Still, her heart began racing with anxiety again.
Because the broadcast wasn’t over yet.
Trainee Lee Jae-i had performed the Stage with the overlapping song.
‘Next is Baek Song-ha.’
The ending coming right now seemed the most realistic.
Abandoning was cleaner than being caught in plagiarism rumors.
The broadcast really could have stopped due to the Broadcast Accident.
If the cutting of Trainee Lee Jae-i’s Music Recorded wasn’t intentional.
But Trainee Baek Song-ha walked onto the Stage.
At the point where the introduction started, Son Hyun-joo’s curse burst out.
“Crazy…!!”
Baek Song-ha’s final Stage beginning with the same melody as Lee Jae-i’s song.
Even a rough simulation of that was a disaster.
What on earth was happening behind that Stage and the Studio Set?
From the walkie-talkies, ‘PD!’ must be exploding frantically.
An accident bursting in a situation with no alternatives.
Her hair stood on end.
“Oh my….”
Son Hyun-joo quickly brushed her arms to sweep away the rising goosebumps.
Her eyes landed on the laptop left on on the desk.
“Huh.”
The community window she’d left open for monitoring out of habit was rampaging like a vehicle with broken brakes.
Post titles cycled up and down in real time.
Under normal circumstances, the Production Team would have loved the numbers, but not now.
└?????? Is this real ??????
└Baek Song-ha’s mental fortitude is insane ㅋㅋㅋㅋ she must have seen the Stage just nowㅋㅋㅋ
└ㅇㅇ downgrade self-certification.
└ Even the director seems to not know what’s happening.
└We never wanted it to be this chaotic.
└National Truman Show.
Comments so identical that they couldn’t be said to borrow another’s hand—each one had transferred their inner self.
But this was no time to be absorbed in that.
Son Hyun-joo turned down the TV volume sharply.
Then she immediately clicked on a name in her Cell Phone and made a call.
“It’s me. Team Leader. We need to prepare the file preservation memo for I’m Your Singer Season 3 filming right now.”
It was a sentence she had prepared for this moment.

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