The Reincarnated Idol Hard Carries an Indie Band - Chapter 87

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A Former Idol’s Hard Carry of an Indie Band
Chapter 87
-Sub-Control, what’s that ad right now? Is it an error? A glitch?
The Main Control Room spotted the ad that wasn’t on the Cue Sheet and immediately called the Sub-Control Room on the hotline.
Unable to give a straight answer, the production staff hedged their words until the furious CP came down to the Sub-Control Room himself.
“What’s going on? Explain the situation.”
“CP, the thing is, the PD suddenly…”
After hearing the explanation, the CP spotted Lee Jong Myung the PD standing blankly in the corner of the Sub-Control Room.
“Have you lost your mind? You’ve actually lost it, haven’t you? Now that things are going well for you, you think this broadcast station is your personal living room? Huh?”
Lee Jong Myung the PD stood there, drenched in cold sweat, repeating nothing but apologies.
“Get out of here, you bastard.”
Lee Jong Myung the PD was thrown out of the Sub-Control Room, and the CP had to take direct command of the field himself.
Lee Jong Myung the PD just stood blankly in the broadcast station’s lobby.
“What have I… done?”
He seemed to have plummeted into a panic state somewhere between watching Oktop’s stage and now.
If it became public knowledge that someone had died because of him, and if public opinion swayed in that direction, it was only a matter of time before he was branded a murderer.
That had to be stopped.
But what about this situation right now?
The live broadcast?
The advertisement penalty fee and his position?
Lee Jong Myung the PD had become far too intoxicated by this broadcast.
The world had looked up to him, and he was the hottest PD at the broadcast station.
He hadn’t considered that even if the story of Lee Do Hyun and Lee Do Young came out, the public would learn that it was connected to Devil’s Editing.
He’d done it for four whole years, and hardly anyone knew about it.
And many PDs did this kind of editing, and it wasn’t usually considered a serious problem.
He thought the weight of this situation had only grown because Lee Do Hyun happened to die.
He was certain that if he could just get through this live broadcast cleanly, he might even have a shot at the next CP position.
But what lay before his eyes now was nothing but tens of billions in penalty fees and the threat of dismissal.
Just a few hours ago, everything had been perfect.
“When exactly did things start to fall apart…?”
He couldn’t know the answer, but only one person came to mind.
“Cha Seo Ha…”
What Cha Seo Ha had said just before the live broadcast.
Naturally, Lee Jong Myung the PD reached the conclusion that all of this was Cha Seo Ha’s scheme.
“That damn bastard…”
Lee Jong Myung the PD, with nothing left to lose.
He swore to himself that he would take revenge on Cha Seo Ha no matter what.
* * *
“Thank you!!”
The moment the stage ended, I gasped for breath and offered my thanks into the microphone.
The audience erupted in enormous cheers.
Applause and shouts that felt far more genuine than when we performed an exciting stage.
Had our sincerity reached them?
Not a few of the spectators had tears streaming down their faces, unable to shake the lingering emotion.
Looking around, the guys were also sharing a moment with those audience members, meeting eyes one by one, lingering in that feeling together.
Of course, the mood of everyone else at the venue—everyone except us and the audience—was entirely different.
After a moment, just as we’d rehearsed beforehand, we stood before the stage to listen to the producers’ impressions, organized our instruments, and came down to the backstage.
The scene was, plainly put, pure chaos.
Since things weren’t flowing according to the Cue Sheet, a moderator had to be brought in immediately to explain the situation.
And given that there could be any number of unexpected incidents during the upcoming Maruru Band stage, every nerve had to be on high alert.
And we walked straight through it all.
Naturally, there was no sound in our path.
For now, it had to remain a secret from these people.
They would think we knew nothing.
We were walking through the lobby heading to the waiting room when—
“Cha Seo Ha!”
Lee Jong Myung the PD came striding out from the end of the corridor, breathing heavily.
Looking at him, it was clear he’d been thrown out of the control room.
And so we faced Lee Jong Myung the PD in the middle of the lobby.
“Oh, hello, PD!”
“Hello…?”
Lee Jong Myung the PD, with blood vessels visibly bursting across his face.
I could feel the rage boiling to the top of his head.
If this had been a broadcast station from ten years ago, I would’ve taken a punch.
“Huff…”
Lee Jong Myung the PD seemed to be fighting to regain composure, breathing hard.
“You did that on purpose, didn’t you? Tell me honestly.”
“Yes? Did what?”
“Those lyrics!”
“The lyrics…? Did I mess up? Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Hey!”
Lee Jong Myung the PD let out a roar that echoed down the corridor.
At that sound, even staff members far down the hallway turned to look this way.
And they went pale.
Someone who should’ve been in the control room was walking the corridors—they must have thought something catastrophic was happening.
“What you said back at the PD’s office. You thought I wouldn’t know anything? Huh?”
His voice kept rising.
I couldn’t know exactly what had happened in the Sub-Control Room, but seeing him come at us like this, I could make a rough guess.
“Listen, you kids. Let’s think about this carefully. We can still turn this around. If something happens to you guys during the live broadcast, if we just think it through from here, there’s got to be a way.”
Now Lee Jong Myung the PD was asking for a deal.
We just watched him with no particular expression.
“And you, Do Young. That… I’m really sorry about that. I can give you as much money as you want. So let’s think about this together, okay?”
It’s true we could actually help him.
We could go on stage without raising any objections, and there could be some accident during our performance.
The broadcast station could step in to cover it up.
Of course, we’d have to seal the mouths of everyone on-site, but if we stepped in directly, it wasn’t an impossible task.
But would Do Young agree to that deal?
I stepped back to watch and hear Do Young’s answer directly.
“Please, the broadcast station is everything to me…”
And then Lee Do Young spoke.
“My brother was everything to me too.”
At Lee Do Young’s short reply, the color drained from Lee Jong Myung’s face.
He was completely crushed by the weight of the word “everything” that Do Young had uttered.
“If you destroyed everything that mattered to me, then you should face the consequences of that.”
There was no mercy in Lee Do Young’s voice.
The cold gaze of the guy and the draining expression of Lee Jong Myung the PD.
“Experience what it feels like when your world comes crashing down, PD.”
We turned back to the waiting room, leaving behind Lee Jong Myung, who was now on his knees and frozen in place in the middle of the broadcast station.
* * *
After the heavy silence of the corridor was shut out, Oktop let out a breath and sat down.
Heo Jun Sung and Kang Min sprawled out on the floor, and Kim Ji Hu sat in a chair, just staring at his phone.
That was their way of respecting Do Young’s state of mind.
And Cha Seo Ha closed that distance.
“You okay?”
“It’s cathartic, but I feel weird about it too.”
Lee Do Young, with such a good heart, still felt discomfort even after taking revenge on a villain.
Being harsh to someone was something he’d never done before in his life.
“Still, you did well. I was thinking I might step in and say something myself.”
“This is enough of a miracle for me.”
Lee Do Young was smiling broadly.
The miracle that Lee Do Young had been talking about all this time.
And this time too, Cha Seo Ha had shown him that miracle.
Lee Do Young, who had trusted and followed him, confirmed it clearly with his own two eyes.
“Thanks, Seo Ha. I feel like I’ve set down a burden.”
“Don’t mention it. This is just the beginning.”
Not everything was finished yet.
The Final Round stage was still underway.
And Lee Jong Myung the PD hadn’t yet received the proper punishment he deserved.
For Oktop, there was now only the task of sitting back and watching.
* * *
The Maruru Band had no choice but to finish their Final Round stage with an uncomfortable feeling.
After Oktop’s stage, the host Yoo Hwan apologized to the viewers for an accident during the broadcast.
Naturally, the Maruru Band, who were next in line, also learned about the incident.
Of course, they performed the stage itself to the best of their ability and displayed a quality befitting the title of a final stage.
Even so, it was unavoidable to feel that this wasn’t a fair competition.
And it wasn’t just the Maruru Band thinking that.
Viewers watching Dampa’s broadcast were feeling a similar sense of unease.
-Maruru was genuinely good, but it’d still feel awkward even if they won
-Ugh, the broadcast suddenly got boring? There’s no tension at all
-Maruru’s gonna win
-Seriously, that ad cutting into the middle of the stage is so messed up right?
-This is the worst finale in audition program history
-What even is this…
-But the drama’s gonna be insane lol
Viewers who watched the Maruru Band’s excellent performance yet expressed only frustration with the situation, not appreciation of the stage.
Dampa found the phenomenon of the public having these thoughts even more unfortunate.
The artists’ stage wasn’t even being fully shown.
The stage had gone well, yet viewers couldn’t even focus on that.
He could only wonder what was happening at the broadcast station right now.
As he continued these thoughts, Dampa’s expression suddenly grew serious.
“Bear with me just a moment, everyone.”
Dampa stopped the broadcast and pulled out his phone to search for something.
It took quite a while.
-Is he seriously using his phone while broadcasting?
-He’s texting his girlfriend lol
-With that face? Like he’d have a girlfriend
-Did your mom call you, Dampa?
-His expression doesn’t look good—is something wrong?
-Hey, who touches their smartphone that long during a broadcast!
-Is something up? This looks really serious
“Ah…”
On Dampa’s smartphone was information about a broadcast.
-Royal Band
-Director: Lee Jong Myung
A broadcast that Lee Do Hyun had appeared on four years ago.
The PD of that broadcast had also been Lee Jong Myung.
And the scene where the problematic Lee Do Hyun had cut in during a session battle.
The broadcast provided a replay service, so it wasn’t hard to check.
After watching the entire video, Dampa finally spoke.
“Everyone, do you happen to know about a program that aired about four years ago? It was also a band audition program…”

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