I Became a Producer Who Rewrites Idols

72 – Band Idol (5)

-DESTROY, DESTROY, I WILL DESTROY YOU♪

The quintuplets’ vocals, guitar, bass, drums, and keyboard sounds rang out through the speakers of the concert hall.

The eldest one – Hwang So-rin, who holds the microphone and shakes his head violently and growls.

… He was usually timid and had a bit of a stutter, but when he stood on stage, he transformed into a different person.

Because I don’t know much about metal, it was difficult to understand trainer Song Hyun-seung’s comment that Hwang So-rin’s vocalization was just imitating foreign rockers and could not be integrated into his own body.

From what I heard, if you look at the vocals alone, it didn’t seem to be bad.

However, I felt like my skills were a bit lost because I couldn’t harmonize with other instruments.

“What is this?”

“That’s right, Oppa, I told you to go see a properly proven band.”

“I thought they were a famous band because they advertised so much….”

Right before the performance started, approximately 50 audiences came to hear the quintuplets sing.

Considering that it is a live club with a maximum capacity of 500 people, it was an extremely low number, but it was probably the largest live performance the quintuplets have ever performed.

But even among the 50 people gathered, one or two people turned their heads in dissatisfaction.

Clearly, the quintuplets’ musical instrument skills were not very bad if we looked at them one by one.

… When we play together, we can’t help but wonder what kind of song this is.

I thought each part was the result of the desire to include the sound of one’s own instrument in the song as much as possible.

*

An hour has passed since the performance started.

Only the live club employees, me, secretary Jeong Song-i, and the quintuplets on stage remained.

… Anyway, I thought at least a few people would still listen.

“I won’t do it.”

The second person in charge of bass – Somin Hwang, unplugged the cable connected to the amplifier and left.

The expression on his clenched teeth was clearly visible.

In fact, it was a proposal that could not help but hurt the quintuplets.

It doesn’t work because you don’t have money, because it cruelly destroys the illusion that you can thrive as long as you have money.

First—Hwang So-rin said, “Uh, what should I do…” .” He looked at the three younger brothers on stage in turn.

The third and fourth children, who played guitar and keyboard, also unplugged the cable and walked to the waiting room.

In the end, the eldest one also chased after them.

On stage, only the youngest member, Hwang So-jung, is left in charge of the drums.

So-jeong got up from his seat.

I thought she was going to go straight to the waiting room, but she came to the edge of the stage and stuck her buttocks.

She said and she looked at my face.

It seemed like he wanted to talk to me.

I approached the stage.

Surprisingly, Hwang Hwang-jeong’s expression was calm.

“Did you know it would end up like this?”

In response to my question, Hwang So-jeong nodded her head once. She

She And she let out a long sigh through her nose and then opened her mouth.

“It’s always been like this, actually.”

“It’s always been like this?”

“If we save up money to rent a venue and do a live performance, most of the audience members who came leave halfway through, so there are at most two or three people left.”

This was something that had never been mentioned in the [Idol Producing] Game.

Because it was only briefly said that it was not popular.

“I’ve come this far just with the sense of accomplishment of singing the song I want to sing with excitement.”

However, no matter how much you do it as a hobby, if no one pays attention to it, the sense of accomplishment gradually decreases.

If you’re really just going to be satisfied with just singing the songs you want to sing, it doesn’t matter if it’s in a practice room rather than a stage.

The reason I pay a lot of money to go on stage is because I want to get people’s attention.

“Have you not considered taking on a second job?”

It was a side job, but I asked him if he had ever thought of doing a band as a hobby.

If you really want to pursue the style you want rather than for commercial reasons, the reality is that there is no other way.

“To be honest, we said we would make a living as a band, so we didn’t prepare for college or get a job.”

… The idea of making a living as a band ultimately means considering a certain level of commercial value.

In fact, in Korea, there is no way you can make money by pursuing a minor among minors.

Even if you spend several billion won to promote it, if it doesn’t match the Korean people’s code, it will only be a waste of money.

“Sojeong, what do you plan to do?”

Already, the youngest member, Hwang So-jeong, has almost been persuaded.

Although she was hesitant about the s*xy concept, she seemed to naturally accept it, thanks to the stark conflict with her second child.

In her head right now, she probably has an equation that being an idol means going for a s*xy concept.

“I don’t know….”

[Name: Hwang So-jeong]

[Current Thoughts: What’s the use of being an idol alone now? . Still, I want to keep playing the drums because it’s fun… ….]

The bull must have realized it again with her performance today.

If you want to continue your band life, you have to compromise with reality to some extent.

Then, the country cannot afford to miss the opportunity.

“Sojeong, I have an idea.”

The youngest, who sent her gaze to the floor — Bull Jeong, raised her head and looked at me.

The eyes looked a little full of anticipation.

***

Her youngest child — Hwang So-jeong, who accepted Producer Gil’s suggestion — went to the waiting room where her older sisters were.

The atmosphere in the waiting room was literally like a funeral home.

She sat down on her chair, slumping her shoulders, without even removing a single bit of her makeup.

“Have you decided, sisters?”

At her youngest’s question, the second-eldest child, Hwang So-min, turned her head.

“… What.”

Sound as if the throat is locked.

Normally, the youngest sister would have sensed her second sister’s feelings and would have tolerated her and comforted her.

That can’t be done anymore.

“Should I return home or become an idol?”

“Hey!”

Second — Hwang So-min jumped up from her seat and took long strides toward her youngest.

“Do you have to tell me now?!”

“I’m now going to follow Vice President Lim Boo-gil.”

“What…?” ?”

Youngest — At Bull Jeong’s remarks, the rest of her sisters also widened their eyes.

The second child held both of her youngest child’s shoulders strongly with her hands.

“Come to your senses! “What do you believe?”

“Are you still saying that? “Do you know how much the Vice President spent on today’s performance?”

“… What?”

The youngest took her smartphone out of her locker and showed one of her Internet browser captured photos to her second child.

It was an advertisement posted on a banner in the very center of the portal’s main page.

“I looked it up and found out that this is worth 10 million won per hour.”

“… ….”

“Do you still suspect the vice president of being a strange person?”

“That’s not true…” . Not just an idol, but a s*xy idol…….”

“Yes.”

Youngest — After Hwang So-jeong changed her clothes and removed her makeup, she picked up her bag.

First—Hwang So-rin hurriedly went to the waiting room door and blocked it.

“Uh, where are you going… ?”

“I just said it. “I’m following the vice president.”

The eldest child looks at the second and youngest children alternately and doesn’t know what to do.

She stopped her youngest and sent her eyes to her second-born, but her second-born turned his head and said,

“Sister, it’s no use. “You have to go and get a really bad nose injury to come to your senses.”

“So, Somin… ….”

Youngest — Ox Jeong snorted, passed her eldest sister and went out of her waiting room.

And she walked straight towards her vice president.

*

Semi-basement house in Bucheon.

Only four women with red hair were sitting on the floor.

It had been three days since her youngest child, Bull Jeong, abandoned her older sisters.

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The quintuplets practiced their instruments a little every day, but with the youngest child gone, they all just stayed quiet at home.

Her youngest had a fight with her second oldest — Bull Mindo, and she was worried that she was not letting in any contact.

Have you really been betrayed? ?

I regretted saying that out of anger.

“I’ll make a phone call…” !”

First — Ox Lin said, taking out her smartphone.

The remaining three all gathered near her eldest sister.

Turrr—.

The phone ringtone rang several times.

Anxiety slowly rose in their hearts, wondering if they might not receive it like this.

-Hello.

“I’m doing well these days… ?”

-I’m doing very well.

“Yeah, right…” ?”

Contrary to the group’s expectations, the youngest’s voice is full of vitality.

“I’ve been eating rice lately… ?”

-I want to eat now. Steak. Korean beef 1++. It is expected.

“Wow, steak… ?!”

The first to like her meat — Bull Lin’s neck moved greatly.

As she grew up on her own, she only occasionally bought and ate frozen pork hind legs, which made her oldest child’s mouth water.

-You don’t know how nice the new house is. I can turn on the heating as much as I like, so I start to sweat.

It was such a contrast to the semi-basement room, where even when sleeping with a thick blanket, one had to endure the cold as if it were seeping into one’s bones.

Vice President Lim Boo-gil really seemed to take good care of the youngest child, Hwang So-jung.

Inwardly, I was even jealous of Hwang So-rin.

“Give me the phone, sister.”

“Uh, yeah….”

Second — Hwang Hwang-min received a smartphone from her eldest sister.

Then he put his mouth to her microphone and spoke.

“Hey, what are you doing these days?”

No matter how good an environment you provide, it is meaningless if the work you do is dirty.

I was the second child who thought that a life of eating cup ramen every day in a cold house would be better than doing dirty work.

-Play the drums.

“… What?”

-They even prepared a soundproof room so I could practice drums at home. Oh, I even bought him a nice drum.

“You really only play drums?!”

-Yes. I’m filming myself playing the drums and uploading it to YouTube. I’ll send you the link. Oh, I’ll finish the call after the steak is served.

Tu—, Tu—.

Soon, a text message from the youngest arrived on Hwang So-rin’s smartphone.

The four immediately put on their pajamas and went outside to the front of the cafe.

I accessed the cafe Wi-Fi without permission and played YouTube videos.

-I can’t tell you, I want to meet you~♪

The youngest member, Hwang So-jeong, sang while playing the drums.

It was a cover of some anime song.

And she dressed up as the heroine from that anime.

“What is this?”

Will people see this?

Second—Hwang So-min laughed.

Covering an anime song while cosplaying.

Her face seemed to be intentionally kept out of the camera, but a bit of her cleavage was revealed.

She swiped her finger upward to check the video information.

“Crazy….”

All four people could not believe their eyes.

It hasn’t been long since it was uploaded, and it’s even the first video on the channel, but it’s already surpassed 10,000 views.

“I guess they pressed it because they saw the breasts, men.”

Second – Hwang So-min also looked at the comments.

[Honestly, I came in looking at the breasts, but when I saw the drumming skills, I didn’t even notice the breasts]

[Recommendations: 134]

[Isn’t this posted as a hobby by a member of a famous band?]

[Recommendations: 87]

[The anime song of memories has become metal hahahaha]

[Recommendations: 63]

Although there were many comments about her breasts, there were also quite a few comments that purely admired her drumming skills.

While all the videos uploaded by the band Red Dragon have been either without comments or with malicious comments,

The atmosphere in the comments on the video posted by the youngest member was cheerful.

“…… “I didn’t start the band to do this.”

Second—Hwang So-min put the smartphone in his pocket.

And then, wanting to go back home, he put his foot forward.

The third and fourth followed behind the second.

“Sister?”

But first—Hwang So-rin stood still.

“Ah…. Yes, that’s right! “I had an interview for a part-time job today.”

“… Really?”

“Uh, yes. Then I’ll go to the interview… !”

The first one widened the distance between the three, as if running away.