Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: The Revised Script
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The day after stamping the contract.
I called my manager and let him know about my movie role.
[Oh....]
"You're not that surprised?"
I figured I should tell him, so I did, but his reaction was a bit lukewarm.
I thought he'd be more shocked.
[No, I kind of figured you had the visuals for TV. What's more surprising is that you know Actor Moon Chang-sik.]
"Oh, we just happened to cross paths."
[Can that really be a coincidence? Anyway, I'll make sure to watch the movie. You won't have too much filming, right?]
"Yeah, it's a minor role, so probably just one or two scenes."
Personally, I thought it could be wrapped up in one take. It wasn't like I'd appear in multiple shots.
Should I practice my acting more at home before going? They said I was fine as is, but this wasn't some school play—it was a real film. Learning the basics seemed like the polite thing to do.
[Good. We need to finalize the setlist for the year-end concert and make a practice schedule anyway.]
"Oh."
Come to think of it, singing wasn't just about learning the dance—you had to practice the vocals too, right?
Plus, the concert wouldn't be ten or twenty minutes. It'd be at least an hour, so I'd have to memorize that many songs.
[It won't be as many as you think. There are a few group songs, and everyone gets at least one solo part.]
Still sounded like a lot, but if the manager said it wasn't, I'd take his word for it.
[The key is picking the songs. And remember, Murasaki Tenshi-san is your guest, right? You need to decide what to sing with her.]
"Oh, me?"
[Well, you should discuss it with her. Better to pick something you're confident in than have us choose. For the group songs, talk it over among yourselves.]
Hmm... We'd definitely do the two official Heavenly Realm Project songs, and pick the rest ourselves?
I wasn't great at this kind of thing. It'd be so much easier if the company just decided.
[There's still time, so choose carefully.]
"Got it."
[Oh, and don't forget you'll have to dance too, so keep that in mind.]
"Yes...."
With that, the call ended with just more homework assigned. I flopped onto my bed.
Why did everything feel like so much?
It was like yesterday that I had all this free time.
"Ugh, whatever!"
Come to think of it, I'd been out and about a lot lately, doing all sorts of stuff.
And yet, there was still so much left to do... Screw it.
Nothing on today's schedule anyway, so I'd just goof off all day.
No streaming either! Tomorrow's Miro could handle that!
I rolled around on the bed, just scrolling on my phone.
Caught up on some overdue novels, snacked a bit, played with Boksil who'd invaded my room again.
A few hours of rolling around like I was determined to get sick of it.
And yeah, I was sick of it.
Now what?
I'd planned to waste the whole day resting, but now I was bored stiff....
Lying there thinking, I remembered the art account I'd left dormant.
It'd been a while—maybe it was safe to check now?
I jumped up and headed to the soundproof booth.
I could check on my phone, but since it was something I'd shelved, better to use the PC for comfort.
Zing—
It booted up quick anyway.
Logged into Bluebird on the computer that started in five seconds flat, and whoa—the notifications were piled sky-high.
Opening them felt like unleashing Pandora's box, and yep... total chaos.
People who'd come to trash me, and people trashing those people—it was a mess.
The silver lining? The hype from around Chuseok had peaked and crashed, and now it was fizzling out.
Time really was the answer. Not even a month later, and it was already dying down.
Not much heat left? Maybe safe to post art now?
Once you taste that reaction, you crave more—human nature.
Streaming was one thing, but people always liked my art posts, so I'd been itching to upload again anyway. Perfect timing.
I posted one of the drawings I'd done before and closed the Bluebird tab.
I'd check reactions tomorrow.
After finishing with the Bluebird account, I headed to the living room.
Mrs. Jang and Boksil—the one I'd just played with and shooed out—were watching TV together. Mrs. Jang spotted me and clicked her tongue.
"You go out for a bit, and now you're holed up in your room all day. Get some exercise!"
Ugh, nagging. I plugged my ears with both hands and plopped on the sofa. She gave me that exasperated look.
"Sigh, what did I do to deserve this?"
"Who's prettier than their enemy?"
"You're as shameless as the president."
"What."
"Anyway, you free next week?"
"Next week? What day?"
"Saturday."
Next Saturday... Dance lessons were weekdays, and I hadn't gotten the exact film shoot date yet... So, yeah, free.
"Pretty much?"
"Then clear your schedule."
"What's up?"
"You know it's your dad's birthday on Saturday? Let's go out to eat as a family."
Huh, Kim Bu Jang's birthday was right around the corner.
Come to think of it, didn't I promise something for his last one?
Oh, right—a trip to Japan.
Japan, huh...
A great idea hit me.
"How about we skip eating out and do a quick trip to Japan instead?"
"Japan out of nowhere?"
"I've got stuff to do, and we should travel abroad sometime."
"You think? Your dad would love that."
"Yeah. I'll meet an acquaintance there, so you two can have a date in the meantime."
"An acquaintance? You know someone in Japan?"
"Yeah."
One, at least.
She'd invited me last time, so this was a good chance.
Where was she again... Osaka? Tokyo?
Memory fuzzy—I'd have to ask.
"...A guy?"
"Ugh. Don't even dream."
A boyfriend? Would something like that ever happen to me?
Sorry, Mrs. Jang and Kim Bu Jang might be doomed to miss out on cute grandkid antics.
"Sigh, wasn't expecting anyway."
"What? Then why ask?"
"I had to check."
With that, she stared at me fondly, then swung her hand and smacked my back.
Smack!
"Ow! Why'd you hit me?"
"You're so infuriating! I finally get a healthy kid, and you're glued to the house!"
"You told me to come home!"
"Who said drop out of school?"
"I'm making money!"
"Sigh, whatever!"
She thumped her chest like her heart was bursting, but whatever?
I was still 21. Sure, I probably wouldn't change much in a few years, but point was, I was young and full of promise.
What was it? That feeling like anything was possible?
Couldn't even imagine what I'd be like in ten years.
Would I still be streaming?
Maybe millions of subs by then.
Or the VTuber market could crash entirely, and I'd be unemployed.
Eh, time would tell.
Dodging the bursting Mrs. Jang, I retreated to my room.
Checked my phone—while I was out, the manager had passed on all the info, and the Heavenly Realm group chat was blowing up.
Everyone agonizing over song picks.
Hmm... I needed to decide too.
Maybe narrow it to five candidates?
Talk to Tenshi-san separately for our duet.
Songs, huh... First one that came to mind was my audition cover debut.
Symbolic, so fans would love it... but it'd lack freshness.
Go totally different—Korean song? Sounds silly, but with the group chat full of J-pop, pivoting to K-pop could work.
Problem: I didn't know this scene well.
Roa seemed to—maybe get recs from her?
Sitting on the bed mulling songs, my phone rang.
Who? Heavenly Realm member?
Calling to ask my opinion on songs? But no—the name on the screen wasn't what I expected.
[Moon Chang-sik]
Why was he calling?
Shoot date set already? He mentioned discussing properly with the writer.
Whatever it was, picking up would tell me.
"Hello?"
[Ah, Moon Chang-sik here. Kim Suhyun, right?]
"Yes."
[Can you talk now?]
"Yes."
[It's about something I need to pass on. The director thought it'd be better coming from me.]
Hmm... Actor thing? Even over the phone, he was polite.
Probably from dealing with big shots often.
"What's up? Go ahead."
[Well then... I showed the screenwriter that video you filmed last time.]
The test shoot? He'd shared that? Kinda embarrassing.
Did I act well?
Not great, but not awkward, right?
"Yeah, and?"
[Well, he tweaked the script a bit based on it. Want to see?]
Script changed?
Makes sense.
They mentioned possible revisions when signing.
"Send it over—I'll read."
[Got it. It's short, so check now.]
Short was good. I sighed in relief and read the revised script Moon sent.
Early parts same as original.
Then...
Huh...
Did I read that right?
Read again.
Then the whole thing once more before realizing yes, I did.
So...
[What do you think? More character volume, right? Looks good....]
"No way!"
[Pardon?]
"Absolutely not!"
What the hell....