Chapter 50

I became the older brother of a top star, Chapter 50

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In the studio, gathered were the PDs, Jung Yuna, and for some reason, my father, who was standing behind them, swallowing his saliva and waiting.

Feeling those burdensome gazes, I put down the headset.

“Hey, how was it, bro?”

Yuna asked, tapping her fingers together.

Looking at Yuna, I said,

“It’s fine.”

“What?”

“This is enough. It’s really good.”

At that, people suddenly cheered.

“Wow-!”

“Right!”

Everyone seemed very pleased.

“Yeah. This time, the recording really turned out well.”

“Surprising, isn’t it? I thought the previous one couldn’t be topped. But this is even better.”

“Yunseong, you really have perseverance. Honestly, you could have compromised halfway through, but you pushed through to this quality.”

After countless trials and errors, we finally completed the first album tracks for Yuna and me.

“No, Yuna worked the hardest.”

At first, I just wanted to finish it off easily by pushing Yuna.

But halfway through, things changed completely.

“Haha. In the end, didn’t Yuna push you more, Yunseong?”

“Yeah. I was okay with it, but Yuna wanted to do it all over again because it didn’t meet her standards.”

“You two really do seem like siblings.”

Even when I wanted to finish the recording, Yuna kept shouting, “Again!” and I got dragged into recording the same song all night many times.

From this, I learned one thing.

‘Yuna has surprisingly strong vocal cords.’

I was worried that her thin voice might hurt her vocal cords if she pushed too hard, but it turned out to be an unnecessary worry.

Even after singing for a long time, Yuna was fine.

Later, her voice even loosened up, producing an even better tone.

“But, Yunseong, you did take good care of Yuna.”

“Yeah. Every time we recorded, I brought her doraji juice, hot tea, and other things to take care of her voice.”

Of course, there might be some innate talent, but I think my efforts played a small part.

“Now that we’re done, let’s go eat something delicious. Something delicious!”

“Yeah. After finishing the recording, we should have a celebration.”

“Ah, the rule is to drink after finishing the recording. But since Yunseong is still young, it’s not possible yet.”

“Grow up quickly, Yunseong. I wish to have a drink with you.”

At that, my father, who was standing behind, cleared his throat and said,

“Hey. I’ll be the first to drink with Yunseong. After all, it’s the father who should teach drinking.”

Although he said that, my father can’t drink well.

Two cans of beer are enough for him.

Oh, my father.

I can drink a lot.

Of course, I don’t know how well I can drink with Jung Yuseong’s body, but I think I can drink more than my father.

“Now that the tracks are all completed, we just need to solve the most important thing.”

“The most important thing?”

“Yeah. You two need to shoot a music video.”

It’s standard for a music video to accompany an album release.

“Wow, that’s right.”

“Why didn’t we think about the music video?”

“Hey, if Yunseong and Yuna are in the music video, just putting them on screen without doing anything would probably explode in views, right?”

The PDs were excited, and my father, as if to say he was the only one to trust, said,

“For my cute kids, we can’t do it half-heartedly. Wait. I’ll bring in a fantastic music video director.”

“No, you don’t have to go that far.”

“No, this is your first album. We can’t just let it pass.”

Seeing my father’s determined look, I felt a bit uneasy.

Is he planning something huge?

It’s normal to feel scared, right?

‘But isn’t a music video about acting?’

In idol and regular singer music videos, they often act according to their concept. Some do it well, while others make the video awkward.

‘Should I absorb some aura from the acting students at school?’

I seriously considered whether I should start practicing acting from now on.

* * *

As a human, I had some prejudices. I thought that Jeonho Arts High School would be different from other schools, with students quietly immersed in their own worlds, each doing their own thing.

But I often heard that students from arts universities are the ones who play the most in the world.

As if to prove this, there was no quiet day here except during class.

They were just like regular kids.

Who’s annoyed by whose class, who has too much homework, who’s dating whom, what happened in the game last night.

The subjects they study are different, but it’s a normal high school classroom.

Everyone seems to be an insider, good at talking, and good at studying, which makes me feel a bit betrayed.

“Yunseong, I heard the first-year orchestra concert will feature a song you composed?”

“I heard from the seniors that this is the first time a first-year original song is being used for the concert.”

“No, it’s not just one person’s composition. It’s a song created by several people working together.”

But today, the talk about the concert was unusually loud.

Jeonho Arts High School holds a school event once a semester.

This event includes concerts, plays, films, art exhibitions, and more.

For the concert, each grade forms an orchestra and invites parents and Jeonho Arts High School alumni.

It’s like a regular school cultural festival, but many famous people in various fields also attend, so it can’t be prepared casually.

Depending on who notices you, your life can change.

“Is it the song that Yunseong played spontaneously last time?”

“Yeah, that song was really amazing.”

“I’ve never seen Teacher Park Mi-hye so surprised.”

“But was it really an orchestra piece?”

Perhaps the most anticipated school cultural festival schedule was revealed today.

According to my friends, once the concert date is set, each grade decides which song to use and who will be the members.

This is decided through discussions and evaluations by the teachers.

However, it’s rare for the concert song to be decided before this process.

“But the fact that it was decided to be an original song right away...”

“The song must be really good.”

I thought it was just that, but it seems this event shocked the students of Jeonho Arts High School more than I expected.

“Are you Yunseong?”

“We are third-year students. Could you show us the score of the song that was selected for the first-year concert this time?”

“Could you upload it to the school’s shared cloud? We all want to see it.”

Even second and third-year students came to my class to ask if they could see the score.

“I don’t have the score right now, but I’ll upload it to the school’s shared cloud.”

“Wow, thanks.”

“And I’ve been watching your videos lately.”

“When are you and your sister debuting? I want to see you on music shows.”

It seems the situation is getting a bit bigger.

But since they’re not taking the score with bad intentions, I’ll upload it when I get home.

“We won’t do a concert with our own songs as long as we have Yunseong.”

“Ugh, that’s a relief. Performing my mediocre work in front of so many people at the cultural festival? Just thinking about it makes me want to vomit.”

“When we collaborate on a composition, I’ll just ride on Yunseong’s bus.”

I thought there would be fierce competition or jealousy, but sometimes these kids seem to just go with the flow.

How did you guys even get into this school?

“Jung Yuseong.”

In the chaotic atmosphere after class, Teacher Park Mi-hye called me.

“Ah, yes, Teacher.”

It seemed like I was being called everywhere today.

“After today’s class, go to Teacher Yang Tae-hoon. They’re starting the orchestra practice today.”

“Today? Are the members already decided?”

“Yes. In fact, we’ve been evaluating since the start of the semester. That’s our job, right? We’ve already identified the talented first-year students. When you go to Teacher Yang Tae-hoon, everyone will be there.”

Yuna said she would come straight here after school.

Before going to Teacher Yang Tae-hoon, I sent Yuna a text message.

-Yuna, I have an orchestra practice today, so I might be late. Go home first.

Immediately, I received a reply from Yuna.

-:( I’m already at the school gate.

-What, already?

-Yeah. But I’m hiding somewhere else in case people gather again. :D

I chuckled at the text.

Yuna and I have waited at the school gate a few times to go to the studio or practice room, but people always gathered, so we ended up hiding somewhere else.

-Wait a moment.

I thought I should go outside the school gate before going to Teacher Yang Tae-hoon.

I went outside and looked around.

If it’s our directionally challenged Yuna, she wouldn’t hide in a complicated place.

Sure enough,

‘There she is.’

I found Yuna crouched next to a building, clutching her phone, waiting for a reply.

“Jung Yuna.”

“Eh? Big brother!”

Yuna jumped up and ran to me.

“What? You said you couldn’t come because of the orchestra practice.”

“I wanted to see you go home. Did you leave anything behind at school?”

“Really? Do you think I leave things behind every day?”

“I brought you an umbrella because it’s supposed to rain today. Where is it?”

“Ah...”

When I was Yuna’s manager, this happened quite often.

She often left things in the car or at the filming site, to the point where it was joked that she could set up a household there.

Back then and now, her forgetfulness hasn’t changed.

“Ugh, why did I forget that?”

“Find it tomorrow. I’ll send you a reservation text.”

Thanks to this, I developed a habit of checking if I left anything behind, which seems to have improved my memory.

“I’ll go home directly today since you’re not there.”

“Why? You should practice.”

“Ugh, no. Playing the piano alone in that big place? What if a ghost appears?”

Well, I would also feel a bit uneasy playing a sad piano piece alone in that big place.

“Okay, be careful.”

“Yeah~. Practice well, big brother. Fighting!”

I smiled as I saw Yuna waving at me as I got on the bus to go home.

Although I worry a lot about her clumsy behavior, seeing her like this makes my heart warm.

“Ah, I’m late.”

I quickly ran to the auditorium where Teacher Yang Tae-hoon told me to go.

When I opened the door, all the students were already gathered.

“Oh, so the main character is the last to arrive?”

I bowed at Teacher Yang Tae-hoon’s teasing reprimand.

“I’m sorry for being late.”

“Haha, no. You arrived right on time. I was going to scold you if you were one minute late. Sit down for now.”

“Yes.”

Among the students selected as members and gathered in the auditorium, there were quite a few who were in the same class as me.

They greeted me warmly, but not everyone was like that.

‘They’re glaring at me as if they want to kill me.’

They were the students who mainly study conducting under Teacher Yang Tae-hoon.