The issue that had been burning from Friday night through Saturday morning beca even more intense by morning.
In the anti, the voting for Team 2 and Team 3 was underway.
In addition, the 'Rental Lover' team released an official statent as if it had all been orchestrated.
《‘Rental Lover’ production team says, ‘To us, he’s not ‘No. 1', he’s ‘Writer Kang Chul-soo’》
Yes, it had indeed been coordinated between the two production teams.
anwhile.
While the entertainnt industry, including the dia, public opinion, and broadcasting circles, was in turmoil, the person who dropped the nuclear bomb, Kang Rojun.
‘Whoa- shit, so many articles are blowing up!’
He felt like he was flying. After all, his face was everywhere he clicked. How could this feeling be described?
‘Like being the protagonist of the world??’
It felt like he could do anything right now. Still, Kang Rojun did his best to contain himself. Because there was sothing PD Jung Soo-ryeong and PD Woo Han-suk had advised him about. That the hotter it got, the faster it would cool down.
‘They said this atmosphere that feels like it’ll last forever will actually fade faster than expected.’
They had also told him to look at the whole mountain, not just the tree in front of him. At the ti, Kang Rojun hadn’t fully understood that, but now he was starting to get it.
‘No matter how long the buzz lasts, don’t get lost in it, just keep doing what you’ve been doing.’
It was advice from veterans in each field, so it had to be right.
The entertainnt industry is a glamorous place. Often compared to fireworks. It’s so dazzling in the mont that people lose themselves, but it’s fleeting, and many make mistakes after getting intoxicated by that light. They flare up for a mont and then vanish.
On the other hand, a very small number continue to shine and reach the top.
Skill, ability, talent, effort, all of these must be honed and polished to continually present sothing marketable to the public. That was likely what PD Jung Soo-ryeong and PD Woo Han-suk were trying to tell him.
Kang Rojun’s guess was more or less correct.
At the broadcasting station, PD Woo Han-suk was thinking,
‘It’d be a problem if Rojun ssi is already satisfied at this level, because he has more than enough potential to go beyond Korea, even overseas. Whether as an idol or in his side job.’
At the filming site, PD Jung Soo-ryeong thought,
‘Writer-nim’s aura is too impressive to end with just being a top figure in Korea.’
They already had a clear picture of how far into the future Rojun could rise. Soday. No, very soon, he would be beyond their hands, but they had a deep desire to see how far Kang Rojun’s presence could grow.
No matter what, Kang Rojun suppressed his heart, which was soaring into the sky, and carried out his scheduled routine.
He had a lot to do.
The mont he woke up, he had to complete his workout and daily mission. After stretching, he moved alone to the practice room to practice. He repeatedly practiced the dances he had already learned: ‘Brake’ and 'Produce'. After finishing dance practice, he repeatedly sang ‘Farewell’ for his vocal training.
Maybe it was just his mood, but
‘Is it because I gained confidence? I feel like I’m getting better and better?’
It felt like he was producing results beyond what had been taught. Then, in another practice room, the restroom, he checked the ‘AI Simulation’, and after enhancing his stats, he repeatedly worked on vocals, dance, and rap, which were currently growing.
Even after lunch, there was no ti to rest.
Though he had completed all his missions, he went through another round of workouts to keep in shape, then grabbed his laptop and headed to the lounge.
‘First- lyrics writing.’
He intended to fulfill the lyrics request from Song Min-geun. In fact, he had already been working on it for a few days. Today was the third day.
The demo track played through the earphones plugged into Rojun’s ears.
-♬♪
The mood of the track, the story, emotions, and sensibilities, various elents filled his head. Having listened to it several tis, Rojun’s hands began to move. He searched for sothing on the laptop while also writing in his open notebook. About two hours passed in this state.
‘Okay, this part’s done.’
Stretching his arms wide, Kang Rojun transferred the notes from the notebook into his laptop. Then, as if switching tasks, he closed the notebook.
‘Next is the writing part.’
Switching from lyricist to writer Kang Chul-soo, Rojun folded his arms and thought for a mont before coming to a conclusion.
'Should I write a movie for a change?'
He had previously written both short and feature-length dramas and films. Though the situation now was slightly different from the ti he considered his work trash writing, his mindset remained the sa. Kang Rojun opened a mo saved on his laptop. It was like a collection of ideas he had gathered since the ti his face looked grotesque.
“Hm-”
After deciding on one.
-swish.
He began writing the overall synopsis, and with that, Kang Rojun’s day, having completed all his tasks, ca to an end.
‘Oh- It's already this late.’
It was dusk before he knew it.
The next day, Sunday morning, the 6th.
Around 9 o'clock. A recording studio with various musical instrunts attached to the wall as decorative items. The rather spacious studio had three or four people present. Two were setting up equipnt nearby, and the other two were chatting on the couch in the back.
One of them was the hit song producer, the chubby Song Min-geun.
Chewing on a sandwich a colleague had bought for breakfast, Song Min-geun laughed.
“Hahaha, I’ve been keeping an eye on No. 58, but No. 1 is just sothing else, I’m telling you.”
“For sure, that No. 1 guy seems to know how to control the public. But when you look at No. 1, doesn’t it feel like God really tried for once?”
“It’s even more so in person. Your jaw drops. And he’s super charming. He might look like he acts on impulse, but when you look deeper, everything has a result.”
“I was seriously shocked that he wrote ‘Rental Lover’.”
It was a topic still blazing in the dia and public opinion. Since Song Min-geun was one of the judges, the conversation in this studio was naturally about 'Produce That 100!' and No. 1 was frequently ntioned.
"By the way, what happened with asking No. 1 to write lyrics? You said you were curious and wanted to get lyrics from him too?"
At the thrown question, Song Min-geun crumpled the sandwich wrapper and replied casually.
"I did ask him, but it's only been a few days, so he's probably still listening to the demo song and trying to get a feel for the mood."
“Yeah, that makes sense. Still, I never thought the great Song Min-geun, who makes professional lyricists line up, would actually accept lyrics from an amateur? Didn’t you already pick the lyrics you liked? Can’t you just start working with that? You said you were only taking No. 1’s version for confirmation anyway.”
Getting up from the sofa, Song Min-geun brushed off the crumbs clinging to his clothes.
“That’s right, I can start the work.”
It was at that mont.
-♬♪
His phone rang from inside the pocket of his jeans. Song Min-geun paused for a mont and checked the caller ID on the screen.
-No. 1
He recognized it as No. 1 from 'Produce That 100!', whom he had saved in his contacts a few days ago. Slightly surprised, Song Min-geun brought the phone to his ear.
"Hey, No. 1."
“Hello.”
"Yeah. Good morning? What’s up so early? Is there sothing you wanted to ask about the lyrics?”
From the other end of the phone ca No. 1’s calm voice.
“No, I’m calling because I’ve finished the lyrics.”
Blinking both eyes, Song Min-geun furrowed his brows and replied.
“...W-wait, you’re saying you’re already done??”
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