Chapter 144: Spring, the Season of Harvest (5)
TL: emptycube / ED: Isleidir
It was great that they weren’t going to kick them off the show.
But an entertainment show, huh?
The two entertainment shows I appeared on briefly crossed my mind. My throat began to burn. Should I say it’s like having a stress disorder after a trauma? Those experiences, especially the last one, left a lasting impression on my mind.
I drank my coffee with a sour expression when Producer Choi tried to calm my worries by saying,
“It’s not a talk show. There aren’t any missions or games like PBS’s ‘From Now On, We’re’. If we were planning something like that, we wouldn’t call it a long-term project.”
It was neither a game or talk show?
“Then what…“
“Writer Hwang, the project proposal please!”
The main writer handed him the proposal as if she had been waiting for his signal.
‘Good Friends’
The large program logo was the first thing to catch my eye.
Then the subtitle below it.
“Web drama collab?”
“Yes, there have been all sorts of collaborative projects in the entertainment industry until now. Chef + Food Eating collaboration, collaborations with sports stars, a collaboration with singers for a concert. These all come up from time to time.”
“That’s true.”
“That’s why we want to try a web drama collaboration.”
Turning over the title page, the proposal was neatly organized into their objectives, methodology, details, and examples. I could immediately tell this wasn’t something they suddenly came up with overnight. The producer supplemented my reading with explanations as I flipped through the proposal.
“The members will personally create their own one-episode web drama, and it’ll even be uploaded onto the Web.”
“The members will create their own?”
“Ah, of course, they have to ask professionals for help for things like directing, filming, and editing. We also plan on having them ask actors to make cameo appearances as well.”
The producer’s eyes particularly shined when he mentioned cameo appearances.
Producer Choi continued,
“Our members are made up of comedians, idols, musical actors, and others so they’ll be able to participate in the web drama in various ways. They may take up actual roles after learning a few things from actors making cameo appearances or even since the OST.”
That was true. If it was a success.
I took my eyes off the proposal and asked,
“So why do you need me, a manager, for this project?”
Did they want me to ask Lee Songha or other W&U actors to make cameo appearances?
As soon as I thought this, the main writer replied with a smile,
“We wanted to ask you to make a cameo appearance.”
“For Songha?”
“No, you, Chief Jung.”
I could sort of guess what kind of face I was making right now seeing as a crack appeared in the main writer’s smile.
“It’s a joke. Just a joke.”
“… It is, isn’t it? I was surprised there.”
“Same here.”
The main writer awkwardly placed her hand on her chest.
“It seems you really hate that idea. And here I was thinking that you had some aspirations to act.”
“None at all.”
“Ah, I just assumed due to your enthusiastic performance with Ms. Son Chaeyoung during the first episode of Royal Family.”
“I had a hard time because of that. I can’t drink cocktails since that incident.”
The reactions from appearing on an entertainment show and a drama were completely different.
After it aired, I received so many call and texts from my family, relatives, and even those bastards I call friends. It also spread online. Sometimes, a screenshot or GIF would suddenly appear when I’m monitoring Neptune on the internet. Every time I saw it, it felt like space and time was crumbling.
I couldn’t do it again.
“We plan on allowing viewers to submit their own scenarios.”
Producer Choi went back to the point.
“The viewers?”
“We think it’ll increase our chances at becoming trendy if viewer participation increases. We plan on inviting viewers to submit their own one-episode scenarios then showing them to our members and professionals to decide which ones to do.”
The main writer blinked in an exaggerated fashion and added,
“Would you help us with deciding?”
***
“Royal Family passed 20% ratings!”
A hand slammed onto the table. The bottles on top shook dangerously.
“Damn it, I wrote 30 articles on this already! I’m sick and tired of it.”
“Alive for me! I have to break down news releases their marketing team provides us into multiple articles. I sick and tired of it too.”
“Are you trying to hold a candle to the sun? There are still people writing articles about it here.”
A reporter with sunken cheeks said. He was tapping nonstop on his laptop on his lap. The other reporters who had gathered in the street vendor to exchange information secretly took glances at his screen.