[Korean entertainment] The world of power is here

2005, Berklee College of Music

"Filipino maid~" (Please use your imagination, the following conversations are all in English~) The person on the bed yawned and rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes. Shouted, "Our Filipino maid! What time is it!"

"I told you not to call me Filipino maid! Call me Joker!" Someone in front of the computer with all his hair up slapped the keyboard, and replied fiercely, then glanced at the lower right corner of the monitor, "10:30."

"10:30, um, what would you like to have for lunch today? Bread? Corn?" Dudu murmured as he lifted the quilt, kicked on his slippers and walked to the sink, lowered his head and began to squeeze a tube of toothpaste seriously.

"Bom, you've been eating these two kinds of food for two weeks." Joker looked at the person who was still struggling with bread and corn with distaste, sat back on the chair, bent his legs and scratched his feet, "Change food, I heard that the school The seafood soup in the nearby restaurant is not bad, do you want to go?"

"Don't go, it doesn't sound delicious, ask An Hai." After saying this, Pu Chun opened his mouth to the mirror and brushed his teeth up and down, and so on, as if he forgot something important ".. ..Yeah, what time do you say this time?!"

"10:30, what's the matter?"

"Ahhh! It's over, it's over!!" Throwing the toothbrush and rushing out of the bathroom, he rushed towards someone who was sleeping happily under the blanket.

"...En..." Shocked by the sudden weight, An Hai opened his eyes in a daze, looked at Park, who was lying on his body and spraying toothpaste foam, and yelled, and murmured, " Pu Chun, what are you doing... the little girl is not selling herself, but acting."

"You're really going to sell yourself if you don't get up! Didn't you ask me to call you at nine o'clock!"

Let's turn the time back to three o'clock in the morning of this day----

Park, who was playing games until three o'clock in the morning with his feet up and eyes shining, roared angrily under the sudden power outage.Flicking the keyboard, kicking off the slippers and jumping to bed, after a long time of deliberation, I finally cultivated sleepiness. Just when I was about to fall asleep, I was awakened by a strange knock on the door.The first reaction was that An Hai was back, but then I thought it was wrong, she has the key, why did she knock on the door?Could it be...

Wrapped in a quilt tremblingly, he called his Filipino friend Joker, who had already fallen into a deep sleep. After calling to no avail, he suddenly remembered that the door was locked by himself.Sighing annoyedly, she rolled out of bed and walked all the way to the door under the moonlight.

"An Hai, why did you come back so late?"

"Don't mention it, the monitor speaker failure recording didn't end until three o'clock." Trembling, he squeezed into the room and rubbed his hands, "Why don't you turn on the heater?"

"power cut."

"Huh? Ah, my phone is out of battery and I have to go in the morning. Please set an alarm clock for me and call me at nine o'clock in the morning."

"En, good." With a satisfactory answer, An took off his jacket and rolled up the quilt and fell asleep quickly.And Park also strode back to the bed, took out his mobile phone in the dark, first browsed around Facebook, and then carefully checked the weather in South Korea recently.

So...the matter of setting the alarm clock was completely forgotten, and in the end, I just touched the phone and broke it...

"Ah, I'm going to die." Pushing away the person who was pressing on him, An Hai jumped up from the bed, and the recording started at eleven o'clock today. He originally planned to get up in the morning and take a shower before going there. Can he make it there now? Not necessarily, thinking of the stinky face of the music director, putting on shoes while brushing his teeth, and finishing grooming vigorously.

"Oh, what a girl like the wind." Joker finally finished digging his feet, looked at the back of someone rushing out of the dormitory with a bag on his back, and gave a slight comment.

She turned her head to see that the program download window was still moving slowly on the screen, moved the mouse to click on the music player, and turned the volume to the maximum.Tapping on the tiptoes and singing along with the song, "inorout, amiinorout? (amiinorout?)~inorout, amiinorout? (amiinorout?)inoroutsana'yokaysa'yoatdinakomagtatampo~~"

"Filipino maid, you've been listening to this song since the beginning of school, don't you get tired of it!!!" Pu Chun, who started to change his clothes after brushing his teeth, expressed his collapse when he heard this song that had brainwashed himself and An Hai. a blank stare.

"Oh, you don't understand, this is Sandy's song~ Hey, hey, she is still Korean! We are the leader of the 'anti-Korean wave' in the Philippines!! Eh?! Speaking of Korean wave, didn't you say this I’m going back to participate in that YG audition in two days, have you bought a ticket yet?”

"Well, it's already booked, and it's for tonight. Aww, it's the third time, it would be too much for me not to choose me!" He complained as he put on his coat, shaking his head and automatically following the lyrics, "inorout ~"

"Yes, yes, it's all about Yang Xianshuo, a good girl who has no vision and is so persistent! Since you are leaving today for lunch, let me do it for you!"

"Okay, why are our Filipino maids so sensible!"

----South Korea

In the YG planning room, Yang Xianshuo, who was wearing a peaked cap, sneezed for no reason, sniffed and looked up at the staff at the conference table and the company's signed singers, propped his chin and asked Sean, the director of the planning office next to him, "Are you right about this project?" Any suggestions?"

"Well, it's true that YG hasn't launched a boy group for too long. Although our company's main line is hip-hop, how can I say it? The current trend in Korea is idol groups. It's okay for us to follow this trend, but since we want to do it, then Do the most special."

"En... That's right." After thinking for a moment, Yang Xianshuo cleared his throat and announced the project that he had been planning since the end of last year, "Okay, then I will make my debut as an idol group, and the style will be black music. The tentative number of members in the group is four You need to pay more attention to the publicity and draft. Oh, yes, Zhilong and Yongbai are also counted, and recruited on that basis.”

"Yes."

As if thinking of something, he turned his head and said to se7en, "Remember to bring those two children to the recent concert in Japan."

Quan Zhilong turned the pencil in his hand at the white paper in front of him, scratching his brows. The homework assigned by the president is really much more difficult than the homework assigned by the school.I used to write a song every month, but now I am required to write one song a week, and occasionally I have to write two or three songs a week when the old man is in a good mood.

Sometimes it’s really hard to understand what the president does. I originally liked dancing. Although I mainly focus on rap now, after all, I have laid a solid foundation in dancing during the four years in *company. I don’t use this advantage to let him What is writing songs for...

The sound of the rain outside the window was inexplicably irritating, and I threw the pen on the table and walked to the window, feeling no inspiration at all.I lit a cigarette and looked downstairs through the foggy glass. The broken street lamps were flickering on and off by the wall to guide Wangui in the direction. I looked away. I really hated the rainy day.

Rainy days are always easy to remind people of the past.Just like what happened in the corridor last year, it is still vivid in my mind.

Holding the idea that she might come down after a while, she waited for Jin Zhenna at the entrance of the corridor until five o'clock in the morning, and when she was about to give up and leave to go home to wash and go to school, she was blocked at the entrance of the corridor.

"Still waiting for Jin Zhenna?" The person who came was wearing white cotton short sleeves, with long black hair covering most of his face, and blocked his way by stepping on a pair of muddy slippers.

"You are?" Although he is a man, it is still scary to meet such a strange-looking person early in the morning. Thinking of the perverted murder case he saw on the news recently, Quan Zhilong went silently. He took a step back and distanced himself from her.

"Aren't you out of your mind? Do you want to wait until she goes to school? Why wait when you know she won't come, idiot?! To tell you the truth, Jin Zhenna doesn't live here, understand?!" In the corridor The voice-activated light of the girl turns on when the girl's last voice falls.

"I don't live here... what do you mean?"

"Idiot." The man looked at the withered roses at his feet, pushed him away and ran upstairs without saying a word.

Only then did he finally understand, ah, it turns out that people's hearts can't be warmed up no matter what.Since that day, he never bothered Jin Zhenna again, and made up his mind to live a good life even without her.

But when it was her birthday, she came to leave a message on her CY homepage. What was ridiculous was that just because of her simple happy birthday, she had the urge to look for her again.

He once read in an article that a man's memory of his first love would be taken to the grave.It turns out that this is really the case. If you say you forget, it is mostly a lie for the sake of face.In any case, to have loved is to have loved.

"It started to rain in the middle of the night, and I thought of you again... I struggled in the depths of my wet memory..." Pulling out the chair and sitting back at the table, I buried my head and picked up the pen.

"Goodbye." Holding an umbrella and waving to the staff, An Hai turned around and walked towards the bus stop. YG's audition seems to be about to start, Park Chun will definitely go again, I can't figure out why she is so obsessed with that company, she has been rejected twice, if she had already tried another company.

What about him, is he still in that company?Looking up at the bus stop sign drenched in the rain, I remembered his eyes, which were also as wet as this weather.After saying such cruel words to him in the corridor that day, seeing his injured expression, I felt a pain in my heart for no reason.How is he now?Do you still like Zhenna, or do you already have someone else by your side?

Just when An Hai was in a trance, a bus slowly pulled up from the bus stop and drove away slowly.After realizing that the last bus had long since disappeared, he thought he was a prodigal and collected all his money, carefully counted the number of people, and finally decided to walk back.

The rain mixed with the mud and splashed the trousers. After walking for seven or eight minutes, I felt some water in the shoes. I kicked the gravel on the side of the road depressedly, and sighed in my heart, An Hai, you are really down.