I Became a Producer Who Rewrites Idols

149 – Audition Main Stage 1 (2)

This Audition is an audition to select Korean-style idols, even though it is a joint audition between Korea and Japan.

All filming for the finals was scheduled to take place in Korea.

For those who passed the finals from Japan, the broadcasting station paid for the plane tickets on their behalf.

I woke up before dawn, got ready, and headed to the studio where the set was.

As there are a total of 100 aspiring idols appearing, it was set up in a large studio.

“I heard that all the hotels are covered by broadcasting companies, but if the ratings don’t come out, it will really fail in many ways.”

“… I know.”

I thought that if this audition was a disaster, I would never be able to host an audition program again.

KCBC and NP TV both assured that, looking at internet trends, they would at least break even. .

This was my first broadcast appearance, so my shoulders were heavy.

After arriving at the studio, I immediately received makeup from the broadcasting station coordinator.

After trying this for a while, I got used to it more than before.

After getting my makeup done, I walked to the filming set.

Producer Jeong Kang-soo, who was busy preparing, ran towards me.

“Here is the person who served as MC this time.”

Producer Jeong Kang-soo dragged me somewhere on the vast filming set.

There, a man who I had seen a lot on his TV was talking to his manager.

“Mr. Moon Deok-seung, this is producer Lim Boo-gil.”

… It’s a bit different from the name I used to know.

Anyway, it was clear that he was a famous MC that I knew about.

The man turned around and took a look at my face.

“Oh, this is the famous producer.”

“No, I’ll just do it for Mr. Moon Deok-seung.”

“hahahaha, you don’t have to be so humble.”

I shook hands with MC Moon Deok-seung and greeted him in the most pleasant manner possible.

And while looking at the script together, we briefly discussed that this place would go this way and that place would go that way.

It was definitely a moment when I thought I was an expert.

The flow of the broadcast seems to be like a map in his head.

Afterwards, I was led by a young male staff member called by Producer Jeong Kang-soo and sat down on a chair in the filming set.

It was a different chair from the ones in the Ilsan Concert Hall or Tokyo Budokan.

… Boss chair? Executive chair?

It was such a luxurious product that I felt a little burdened when sitting down.

Rehearsals proceeded quickly under the direction of producer Jeong Kang-soo.

Unlike in the preliminaries, the interpreter did not sit right next to me, but the interpreter seemed to change Japanese into Korean in real time outside the camera through in-ears.

“Then let’s start filming.”

Tap!

One of the staff members hit the slate in front of the camera.

***

Jisung arrived at the studio by public transportation.

The female staff member who confirmed my identity asked what size my clothes were.

… I put so much effort into wearing it that I never thought there would be a separate set of clothes.

I thought about saying the size a little smaller, but I was worried that the costume would tear if I did so, so I just said it honestly.

Then the female staff member handed me a top and bottom wrapped in plastic from a box.

“The changing room is around to the right.”

“Oh yes, thank you.”

When I went to the place where the female staff guided me, it was already crowded with aspiring idols who were in the same situation as Ji Seong-eun.

I opened one of the lockers where the key was inserted and first put in the items that could not be brought in during filming.

As she took off her top, she took a quick look at the other finalists.

Everyone was also younger than themselves.

… Ji Seong-eun, wondering if he was the oldest among them, tore open the plastic bag of the costume he had been given with a bitter heart.

‘Gym clothes?’

It wasn’t Bulma, but it was a type of gym uniform you might see in Japanese media.

The top is basically a white short-sleeved round t-shirt, with blue accents like a small band at the end of the sleeves or neck.

The bottoms were blue sweat shorts, similar to hot pants, the same color as the pointer color on the top.

When I looked at what other aspiring idols were wearing, the colors were different.

Some people were red, some were green.

Did they just hand them out randomly?

… By the way, perhaps the design of the round tee was intentionally shortened, so even when I tilted my back slightly, my belly button was barely visible.

‘It’s pretty.’

I feel it’s a bit perverted, though.

Is this perhaps pregnant woman’s preference?

I burst out laughing to myself for no reason.

Jisung changed into blue gym clothes and came out of the locker room into the hallway.

Then the female staff member who controlled the idol aspiring idols screamed at the top of her voice.

“Please move to the waiting room where the clothes and door colors are the same!”

Color of clothes and color of door?

Are you talking about blue?

Ji Seong-eun looked at her self, pulling down her t-shirt and her pants lightly with her fingers.

As she went deeper into the dressing room, there were several waiting rooms.

Well, it would be difficult to put 100 people in one room.

But there seemed to be at least five waiting rooms.

Jisung counted the number of waiting rooms in her waiting room one by one with her fingers.

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‘1, 10?!’

Are the 100 people divided into 10 each?

It was surprising that we had to compete against the remaining nine teams and win, but it seemed daunting.

I don’t know if the group joining today is the crew that will continue to be with us.

She found a blue door, the same color as hers, grabbed the handle and opened it.

There was a cameraman, a staff member in charge of the proceedings, and an aspiring idol who seemed to have come in first.

“Hello.”

Jisung bowed his head slightly and greeted her.

Then, an aspiring idol greeted them in a low voice, saying, “Hello.”

She smiled as she remembered the awkwardness she felt when she first joined the dance team.

Other idol aspirants entered the waiting room one by one.

In the blink of an eye, the waiting room was crowded with ten finalists.

Everyone was wearing blue gym uniform.

-Ahh, microphone test microphone test.

Suddenly, MC Deokseung Moon’s voice rang out from the speaker hanging on the ceiling of the waiting room.

All ten people, startled, raised their heads toward the ceiling.

I already noticed that the camera was rolling, but it was really sudden.

-Thank you for your hard work to get here. Let’s start Stage 1 of I’m Idol from now on!

“Wow!!”

Clap clap clap—, someone cheered loudly and applauded.

When everyone else, including Ji Seong-eun, just nodded and clapped their hands.

That’s why the eyes of nine people were focused on the wannabe who stood out alone.

But the woman continued to be excited, as if she didn’t care at all about the gazes of the nine people.

Jiseong thought for a moment about what to do,

“Wow!!”

She also followed suit.

The camera is rolling now.

No matter how long the broadcast time is, Is a program that is close to entertainment.

It was obvious that if it wasn’t fun, it would be edited out, so it was important to stand out from others.

Other idols realized this too late.

They spread out one by one, as if riding a wave.

“”Wow—!!””

The waiting room was filled with ten cheering people.

Two staff members put their heads back because their ears hurt from the noise.

-The first thing you need to do today is put on a name tag!

“Putting on a name tag… ?”

The ten aspiring idols who had cheered loudly just now tilted their heads.

At that time, the staff put a white cloth and a marker on a tray and held it out to the front.

The woman who screamed first quickly took the tray.

-Did you receive all the cloth? If you look there, there is double-sided tape on the back. Please attach it to the front and back of each shirt! Get help from members~

“I’ll put everything on your back!”

Without any time to stop them, the woman who had taken over the tray spread a cloth on another member’s back.

Jiseong also felt a bit absurd, but said, “Thank you!” And maintained her cheerfulness as much as possible.

For idols, or rather celebrities, talent is important, but image is just as important.

But then, at an angle where the camera was not visible, someone said in a very low voice,

“The poor people are getting expensive.”

She swore at the woman and Ji Seong-eun.

Jisung was furious for a moment, but she was aware that there was a camera in front of her, so she looked away.

Still, she made up her mind about one thing.

She said she shouldn’t have anything to do with that b*tch who is also an idol aspiring singer and insults other aspiring idols.

-Did you paste everything? Once you’ve attached everything, please write your name with a permanent marker. Don’t do it yourself, please get along well with the members! Producer Lim Boo-gil, please tell us why you are doing this~

-Well, it’s simple.

When the voice of pregnant producer Gil came into the waiting room, Ji Seong-eun flinched greatly.

Her heart pounded because she said that she had no intention of flirting with her and that dating her was normal since she was a childhood friend whom she reunited with.

That’s not important right now.

– Although they are competitors, they are also colleagues who will debut together if they survive to the end. Not only idols but any other team is bound to suffer when there is discord. To put it simply, just be friendly.

So, as you write down the names of the other members, you are telling us to get to know each other’s names first.

For a survival audition, it was a heartwarming part.

Ji Seong-eun, who worked on the dance team, also knew how important it was for harmony among her crew.

Jisung took one of her macabs on her tray and approached the woman’s overly behaving back.

“What is your name?”

“It’s Yeo Ga-ryeong!”

After opening the marker lid, he wrote three letters of his name on Yeo Ga-ryeong’s back.

“hahahaha, it tickles!!”

… She was so tickled that as soon as the tip of her marker touched her, Yeo Ga-ryeong laughed so hard that she was in tears.

But upon closer inspection, he looked unusually young.

She debated whether to ask her age or not, but since she would have to reveal her age if she asked, she just decided not to.

“What is your sister’s name?”

“Jisung Lee.”

“Can I write it down?”

“Of course.”

She handed Yeo Ga-ryeong her marker and turned around.

Then, she painstakingly applied her ink to the cloth on Ji Seong’s back, one precise stroke at a time.

“But why do you treat me with respect? “As a sister!”

“… “There’s no way I’m the older sister, right?”

“It can’t be!”

Ji-sung is shocked when a large rock lands on her head.

I’ve been taking good care of her, but she looks old… ?

Ah, why did that guy on the pregnant road succeed so late and make me try at this age? He started to resent in the wrong direction.

“I must be the youngest!”

“Youngest?”

“I’m fifteen years old!”

“… ….”

I don’t know if this team assignment was Lim Bu-gil’s intention or random, but

Ji Seong-eun was left speechless by the ironic fate that brought the oldest and youngest members to meet at this audition.