The Hit Song of This Life Is Revenge - Chapter 73

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My hit song in this life is revenge.
73
“I’ll keep an eye on the monitor, so just relax and don’t be nervous—.”
“Naturally, like we discussed. Got it!”
Lee Jae-i picked up his comment with playful flair.
An assistant adjusting the angles from behind the lights held up his fingers.
“Going live in thirty seconds.”
Maybe it was because she was always surrounded by crowds on set.
A space with minimal staff felt unusually vivid and clear.
Lee Jae-i steadied her breathing and nodded.
Prepared nerves pulsed through her body—thump, thump—drumming against her chest.
She rearranged the order of events in her mind.
Opening remarks, flow, timing.
She swept her hair back and made one final adjustment.
Han Myeong-geun checked the monitor and traced numbers with his finger.
3.
2.
“We’re on!”
Lee Jae-i’s gaze fixed on the small camera mounted above the laptop.
One small, black lens.
Yet beyond it, countless eyes waited for her.
A red ring filled on Star Entertainment’s official account logo.
Live broadcast initiated.
The moment her face appeared on screen, access notifications flooded in.
Numbers that had started at 1 spiked in seconds.
‘200…? 400. What—?’
Without even a moment to catch her breath, the viewer count surpassed 500.
Lee Jae-i’s reaction froze for an instant.
She caught Han Myeong-geun’s urgent gesture.
Only then did she steel herself and open her mouth.
“Hello. I’m singer Lee Jae-i.”
A brief greeting.
In that instant, the chat’s pace shifted.
The first sentences to catch her eye were ones that made her blush despite trying to ignore them.
Congratulations about last night’s award quickly flooded the screen.
Yesterday’s award was different.
Baek Song-ha had never held a trophy like that before.
Some might have tilted their heads in confusion.
Did it really matter—an award given simultaneously to multiple recipients at the very beginning of the ceremony?
But this was her first record, made entirely by her own hands, untouched by the past or anyone else’s shadow.
“Thank you. I’ll show you even better performances going forward.”
Lee Jae-i smiled brightly and smoothly steered the conversation.
If the chat kept going at this pace, they’d spend the whole time talking about the awards ceremony.
“Actually, today I wanted to share some important news with you all.”
Her focus on the camera sharpened.
Chats waiting for what came next came pouring down in torrents.
Lee Jae-i rolled her chair back slightly from the screen.
Then she pushed her wheeled chair to the side, adjusting her angle on screen.
Her face shifted to the left.
Empty space opened up in the center.
And into that space came an announcement she’d posted on the wall, naturally visible on screen.
“I rushed to get this ready because I wanted to see you all soon.”
Cheers, gasps, and questions erupted all at once.
└Not rowing—more like she’s got a motor and is ascending to heaven.
└ㅠㅠ Isn’t that pushing yourself too hard?
└What? You brought an album?!! Lee Jae-i, you’re truly guilty. Life sentence for my heart.
└Call it an album, but really it’s a textbook on vocal technique.
Lee Jae-i explained the album with a serene smile.
“I wanted to share it whenever you remember a moment you want to hold onto. That’s why I called the album Memories.”
She’d rehearsed this introduction dozens of times beforehand.
Yet watching the reactions flood in in real time, her chest felt a strange flutter.
“Phew… I thought I wouldn’t be nervous.”
Lee Jae-i pressed her palm to her chest.
It was different from the nervousness she’d expected.
Not the sharp tremor of stepping onto a stage.
More like the thrill of handing over a carefully prepared gift and watching someone tear open the wrapping.
That small gesture alone set the chat ablaze again with energy.
└A moment you want to remember? That’s now—release it immediately!
└If that’s the case, you should’ve brought the album the moment you first appeared before me!
Lee Jae-i squeezed her eyes shut at the embarrassing comments.
As she gently bit her lower lip, her ears flushed first.
└Guys. Our Jae-i’s getting shy. Let’s turn up the fanboy energy so she builds up immunity.
└Get your preventative shots on the way out.
└So cute. Honestly, I think I like women now.
└Our Jae-i’s great in every way, but there’s one hole.
.
.
.
Rapturous.
└ㅋㅋPrevention my ass, it’s just a sting ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Even though she’d seen comments like this before, the embarrassment redoubled.
There was a difference between looking at photos and watching video.
The fact that she was facing them in real time gave the words a living quality.
Meanwhile, Han Myeong-geun, who’d been watching from the corner of her vision, signaled.
Lee Jae-i touched up her lips and looked back to the camera.
“Is there anything you were curious about?”
The chat shot upward at a speed her eyes could barely track.
Her mouth fell open in shock.
But Lee Jae-i snapped to attention and caught at the messages.
“I’m sorry in advance. I really want to answer every single one of you… but for now, I’ll do my best within the time we have.”
She selected the questions she could answer fastest.
Favorite color, favorite food, songs she listened to often.
But one username kept catching her eye.
Castle.
‘Castle?’
└You were honestly shocked you came in first, right? You thought Baek Song-ha would win?
A name mentioned pointedly.
This kind of question had come up even during the meeting.
There was no need to stiffen her expression or hesitate.
Not engaging was the answer.
Lee Jae-i lowered her gaze lightly and read a different message.
“Oh, what was the hardest part about I Am a Singer? Um…….”
Baek Song-ha’s name passed in a flash.
To be honest, being face-to-face with her was what bothered her most.
What would be a good answer?
Then it came to her—a moment she’d shared with Yeon Eun-soo.
“I think I started being self-conscious about it after Eun-soo mentioned something.”
Lee Jae-i broke into a small laugh and continued.
“I was worried the camera would catch something weird while I slept, so I wrapped myself up completely in blankets. My whole body ached every morning, so that was pretty tough.”
The conversation went on like casual chatting for a few minutes.
Soon it was nearing the end.
Fans who sensed the closing began to grow restless.
In that sea of messages, one chat shot up again.
└When you hurt your hand—was that really from broken glass that Baek Song-ha dropped?
The careful line she’d been walking snapped in two.
Lee Jae-i caught sight of that message, but the fans didn’t let it slide.
└Castle, that person. Such an annoying troll from earlier.
└Just enjoying stirring up drama.
└Parasites who extend their lifespan by dragging other people down.
└Are your lives really that ruined?
└2222 Don’t give that any attention.
Soothed by the wave of dismissal in the chat, she relaxed.
Lee Jae-i clasped her hands together to signal the end.
“Everyone, time’s really up.”
Her voice held back disappointment.
“Next time I’ll try to set up an in-person fan meeting.”
The chat lit up as if waiting for that very thing.
Anticipation and cheers mixed and flooded the screen.
Lee Jae-i smiled softly and held up two fingers.
“It’ll be in two weeks. I’ll come back with a new song. Just wait a little longer. Thank you.”
As she bowed slightly, Han Myeong-geun clenched his fist and gave the end signal.
“Then everyone, see you at the comeback!”
Her first fan meeting had wrapped up smoothly.
She exhaled in relief and looked up.
That was when it happened.
The face on screen froze, contorted ever so slightly.
‘Is there a glitch?’
And the next moment, a voice came pouring through the speakers.
“Tch… This is bullshit.”
She wondered if she was hearing things.
The voice was far too familiar.
It sounded so much like her own.
The screen was frozen, but the chat was still alive.
Numbers and messages raced across at a speed she’d never seen before.
Crackle—crackle.
Cut.
As the signal died with a sound like electricity cutting out, the screen went black as if the power had gone out.
A blank expression flickered dimly across the dark screen.
‘What… what just happened?’
Han Myeong-geun was equally confused about the situation.
“What did you just… say? Lee Jae-i?”
“Did I… say something…?”
The question tumbled out reflexively.
As panic passed the breaking point, memory twisted.
What had she said?

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