Chapter 107. Not Narrow-Mouthed Frogs, but a Shepherd
"If the actress who passed was a ten out of ten, then Serin would be... about an eleven?"
"Ah... Is that so?"
"Eleven out of ten. Serin interpreted the character a little differently from how I had imagined her. You remember the scene she performed during the audition, right? The one where she eats bibimbap made with ingredients her father stole from an American market."
Of course I remembered.
The setup was that her father had been beaten several times while they were escaping.
It was the scene where she described the bibimbap as tasting like blood.
Serin was especially good at monologues, so I had suggested that scene myself.
"I had originally planned to direct it like an ordinary kid picking at the bracken because children usually don't like it. But in the notes Serin wrote, she interpreted it as something she couldn't eat because it was neither a plant nor a mushroom, and that strange in-between state reminded her of herself. I didn't really understand the emotion at first, but the more I thought about it, the more I liked that emotional line."
"So?"
"So I want to cast Serin and adjust the character slightly in the direction she interpreted her. But she's so busy these days..."
The reason Serin had become known as being busy lately was because of 〈The Stranger〉.
If she was busy because of 〈The Stranger〉, then that meant it was now officially part of Serin's schedule.
As expected, I wasn't the only one who thought highly of her acting ability.
"Understood. Thank you very much. Serin is going to be thrilled."
"No, not at all. Her interpretation of the role was honestly incredible."
"By the way, remember when I asked about the music director last time? I have a proposal regarding the main OST. Would that be possible?"
At my question, Choi Gyu-sik gave a small laugh.
"CEO Do Jun-hyeok already changed the entire set with one word. You think you can't change the music?"
"The set could always be changed back."
"It can't. Odu-ri is an extremely popular set too. I checked the other day and construction has already started there. Apparently some music program is using it."
So that's how it ended up.
Well, it was a great set.
Who could've known it was actually a time bomb being passed around?
Whoever got it next was about to get a full taste of narrow-mouthed frogs.
"Anyway, I choose the music myself. I'm thinking of something in the mellow hip-hop range. Once I pick a track, I send it to the Shin brothers, they make a few adjustments, and we insert it directly. You could almost call them the music directors."
"The Shin brothers?"
"Yes. They're famous in the film industry, so remember their names. Director Shin Yo-han and Director Shin Woo-ram. Shin Yo-han is the music director, and Shin Woo-ram is the production designer."
Production designer.
Come to think of it, 〈The Stranger〉 was supposed to win Academy Awards in every category except production design.
Just then, I heard the notification sound of a text arriving.
I kept message notifications on even during calls because texts came in fairly often.
I checked it.
As expected, it was future spam.
"Anyway, thank you. I'll tell Serin. Ah, and I'd like to meet those Shin brothers today if possible. Could you send me their numbers?"
"Sure. I'll let them know first and send you their contact information. Thanks for taking such an interest. Oh, and I'd also like to ask Actor Kim Min-jun from Universe to make a special appearance. Should I discuss that with your actor team?"
"Yes, that's right."
"Then I'll see you again soon!"
It felt like things were finally starting to fall into place.
Now then.
What kind of gift was the spam sending me this time?
I opened the message with excitement.
[Title: 3/10]
[Recorded: 2023.12.24. 11:21]
[Free Opt-Out: 02-xxxx-xxxx]
I played the video immediately.
What the spam showed me was shocking.
The footage itself was disturbing.
But more importantly, it made me realize I'd misunderstood something.
There was another reason 〈The Stranger〉 failed to win the production-design award.
"Look at this. Maralak isn't just good at rap. She can drink too."
Revick had grown much closer to Billy lately through their shared interest in Do Jun-hyeok and had started visiting Billy's studio all the time.
He was here again today, sitting there with headphones on, staring at his laptop.
The studio belonged to the company, of course.
Billy personally didn't think they had become quite as close as Revick seemed to believe.
But Revick was almost ten years older and constantly acted friendly toward him.
It was difficult to treat him coldly.
Billy walked over with both hands in his pockets and lightly tapped Revick's arm.
"What are you watching that's so interesting? 〈K-Hip-Hop Star〉 again?"
"Ah, sup, bro."
Revick paused the video and removed his headphones.
"Giving Maralak that track was the right choice. I've gained quite a few Korean fans. Shouldn't I help boost the views too?"
"Really? Koreans think every American rapper has at least one or two bullet scars. Won't they be disappointed?"
"Then I can live up to their expectations."
Revick rolled up both his pants and sleeves.
There were scars.
He pointed to one on his thigh.
"California, 1999. Got hit during a mass lynching by a drug gang. Two holes. And this one..."
"They're real. I guess I've been rapping on easy mode."
Billy had actually been feeling somewhat down.
He had just received a call saying the new-song project would be postponed indefinitely.
The reason was that a sudden retro trend had begun in Korea, making Billy's song impossible to use right away.
Once he heard the explanation, he could understand.
The debut-group members all belonged to different agencies, so they couldn't simply wait until the trend ended.
And if the song went to Blue Moon instead, the debut-group fans would curse them endlessly.
Billy understood.
But remembering how much he'd bragged about it to Emil Lipa still made his stomach hurt.
Billy had always achieved good results with experimental songs.
And just as he was starting to run out of new things to try, this had looked like a perfect opportunity.
It was a shame.
"They won't use my song, but they'll use Revick's beat. That's depressing. Do I need to get shot a few times too?"
"Ooh. Greedy, aren't you? You already appeared onstage as a feature last time. Honestly, I was trying to hint that I wanted a special appearance here too, but he never asked. Would've been cool if I came out going, 'Yeah~ Revick in the house~!' with fireworks and everything."
Billy had never really felt superior just because he was a famous singer.
Still, after Do Jun-hyeok repeatedly pushed and pulled like this, even Billy's pride was starting to sting a little.
It wasn't that he disliked him.
He just felt strangely unsettled and couldn't quite explain what kind of feeling it was.
"Hey, Revick. You want to perform on a Korean stage too?"






