184. Paper Airplane
The completed recordings are piling up one by one.
A total of two out of six songs were actually recorded offline at the studio.
All of them were recorded by my brother’s company.
From noble mtl dot com
YM said they would set up the company’s recording studio whenever necessary, but he didn’t even call and there was no one to go first.
In the first place, it was a group of many vertubers, but I thought it was strange that when asked to come out to work rather than play, they came out obediently.
[Thank you for your hard work!]
When the recording, which seemed like it would never end, was finally finished, we had a chat time with cheers among ourselves, like college students who had just finished their semester.
[aaah! It’s over!!!]
If you ask who is the happiest person, the answer is fixed.
Unrivaled 1st place in re-recording rankings.
Miss Humuring.
She was throwing out emoticons, almost sobbing.
[Luca, sis… We are alive now…]
The desire to play pranks creeps in.
If we weren’t face-to-face, my fighting power would be twice as high, so I immediately fired a long sentence for the sake of dripping.
[Hey… It’s a bit funny that I say this, but I feel a little bad about being lumped in with the same ‘bad song’.]
[Well… I still go to singing academy and do ‘music activities’…]
[I heard you ‘re-recorded’ yesterday as well.]
The members who had seen the meme burst out laughing, and Leah was asking herself what it was and asking questions.
[Wow… Luca… She’s really crazy. They say I don’t remember the frog tadpole.]
[Yeah~ I don’t know~]
There is only one more staircase below me, and this is such a comforting fact.
I didn’t even want to go any higher.
And I didn’t think it was something that could be improved.
It’s subjective, but isn’t our members’ song tier probably around this level?
Whooping ＜ Luca ＜＜＜ Jennifer ＜ Clover＜＜＜＜＜＜＜＜ Leah
Before, it seemed similar, but now I feel like I’m slightly better than Muringi.
[Have you seen the music video, guys?]
[What music video?]
[I think we’re almost done with the ‘I Support You!’ Group choreography avatar work.]
As expected, Jennifer, who had the most interaction with the manager and her staff, was the first to ask about this information.
[hahahaha, I want to watch it too.]
[You know you shouldn’t leak it somewhere, right?]
It was a 10-second video, but inside there, our avatars were all doing cute choreography in harmony.
I think it would be closer to say choreography or dance.
My avatar with flowing pink hair.
The more I looked at it, the cuter it seemed.
[Wow… Then we’ll be shooting VR soon.]
[They said they would announce that separately.]
[ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ The center of this album is me!]
Having five members means that there is also a clear center.
I was able to do the ending fairy once for the 1st album, but I couldn’t do it for the 2nd album.
It would be a lie to say we weren’t greedy, but none of us found fault with the distribution.
Anyway, everyone took turns telling us that we had a chance, and that was because we never actually got to go on stage and do something.
What’s the use of having a seat when you’re fidgeting in the corner of the room?
[Ah… But after we release this album, isn’t there really only one album left for us?]
1St album. 2Nd album. Participatory album. And finally, the 3rd album.
A song was supposed to come out once every season, so when this one ended, the ‘end’ we had been so afraid of would come.
[Is there no extension…?]
I tap my thumb with regret.
It feels like a karaoke bar with little time.
As the remaining time decreased, the desperation and nervousness about the extension grew more rapidly.
[Nothing has come out yet. But… I heard that they are preparing for season 2 or the next project.]
We all became solemn at Jennifer’s words.
[As soon as the 2nd generation members come out, will our expiration date go out?]
[Hey! We’re not discarding convenience stores, so what’s the expiration date?]
The person who got upset at Muringi’s words was Rover.
[It definitely won’t end like this. Because we are so popular, it would be a loss if the company abandons us.]
I’m not saying this to cover up, but it seemed like it might be the truth.
The goose that lays the golden eggs. Closer 1st season.
Dismissing all five of us at once would not have been an easy decision for us and YM.
[Just keep working hard on broadcasting and they will contact you again.]
I hope we are all waiting for news that will make us happy in the fall.
The sound of the fan spinning round and round was soothing the heat in the muggy room.
* * *
“It’s old. Contract.”
The gap between the person delivering the message and the content contained therein was quite large.
“Is there something flashy?”
“I didn’t make it. This is all provided by the company. When hiring artists.”
Somehow it looked too neat and tidy to say that the teacher had prepared it.
I was particularly impressed by the Bitdam logo and calligraphy decorating the outside.
I caressed the shiny vinyl coating and turned the pages to look at the contents.
“What? “You can just read through it, do you need an explanation?”
“Uh… It would be nice if you could do it, right?”
“Ah. Okay. “Anyway, whether you belong to us or not, you need to know how to respond when given work.”
The teacher brought a chair and sat down next to me and began explaining in her characteristic lecturer-like tone.
“First of all, what seems most important? “If you see something like this.”
“Um… Um… Copyright?”
“Yes. Just listen. “Are you just explaining this once?”
He asked only a variety of questions, then flipped through the pages and pointed out key points that composers generally need to check.
“But! In the end, of course you have to read it all! Know!”
“Of course.”
“I’ve seen a few kids who signed only after looking at the number and ended up in hell.”
“I will keep this in mind.”
As predicted, the contract followed the standard contract presented by Bitdam.
Honestly, I thought there was nothing more credible than hearing that the teacher also wrote the same contract.
I need to read it again and sign it.
“Hey. Taemin. But it’s not like I’m going to tell you anything, but please clean up your desk before you leave today.”
“Yes. “I’ll clean it up later.”
What was a little unfair was that my desk was not wide.
One laptop. One keyboard. With the books given for reference and a tablet placed next to it, the desk seemed full just by placing a coffee cup.
There was even a container of ramen left after eating it yesterday and forgetting to put it away, so the teacher’s complaint was well justified.
“What is this? “Did you do origami?”
The teacher picked up the paper airplane placed next to the cup where the pen is inserted.
“Ah… Yes. What.”
“Hey. “I bought this for you to take notes in class, you bastard.”
He was trying to scold me with a playful tone, but he slowly opened the paper and looked at the contents inside.
“…Huh?”
Write it down. Should I have just thrown it away?
Leah’s contact information that I left behind just in case.
I never imagined that the teacher would find out about this.
“What is this? “Did you write it?”
“No. “My handwriting isn’t that cute?”
“Then who wrote it?”
“My name is the owner.”
Teacher, her eyes weren’t that big, but now she’s as big as Doa’s.
“What! Leah gave this to you! Then? When!”
“The last time the teacher didn’t come… When I recorded…”
“…Me?”
I was at a loss for words for a moment when he said, like a child, why don’t you give me your own?
“But I asked you to contact me if there was anything wrong with the recording.”
“You never told me that! “When I’m working on my song!”
“I guess it was because the teacher praised me for being so good at eating that day and that I was an amazing person who could finish in one cue.”
It was funny that she said that and then hoped that Leah would come and say that she would do it again.
“aaah! Then I’ll just say I can’t sing!”
The teacher must have been so frustrated that he pulled my hair out.
“Why did you record again with Leah, but didn’t tell me! “When did you do that?”
“I didn’t do it.”
“…Huh?”
“I didn’t do it. “I don’t really need it.”
If we had done that, we would have already talked about studio rental. Teacher.
“Then the number is…”
“I did it like that because I didn’t really need it, but I’m just going to dispose of it.”
When I took the note out of his hand and tore it into pieces, an earthquake began to erupt in his pupils.
“Yaaa! “Why are you tearing it up?”
“It’s personal information. “What if I leave it in that state and someone calls me prankingly?”
“No! That’s not it! Taemin Han, you bastard!”
Look at this.
If left alone, it would definitely be used for evil purposes.
“Teacher, you said you never do that when working with idols. Why do you do that?”
“That’s 3D!”
Leah, you also walked here in 3D?
When I laughed as if I was attacking him, he snorted like an angry bull.
“Go down.”
“Will I be excommunicated for something like this? I.”
“You bastard. “Give me the contract.”
“Ah~ Why are you like this!”
The teacher, unable to put the shredded note back together, knelt in front of the trash can in frustration. I called Doa on the way home as usual and explained to her about my day.
[Wow… But that teacher seems to be quite a fan of Leah too.]
[Don’t even talk. He was completely sincere.]
[But oppa.]
[Huh?]
[Why didn’t you tell me that Leah left her phone number?]
