The Road To Glory [EN]: Chapter 1381

< Unlucky Day - 138 >

-Insu, you always want to get things too easily.

-Senior, don’t you like getting things easily then?

-No, who would dislike that? But if you try to get everything too easily, you’ll get into trouble, you rascal.

Why did the advice of a retired senior suddenly come to mind?

Park PD [Production Director], now one of the pillars of JBC [broadcasting company], self-deprecated.

“Right, there’s no way a coincidence would happen again.”

He felt foolish for expecting it.

How wide is the world that a chance encounter would repeat not once, but twice?

“Everyone, you’ve worked hard!”

Park PD, who ultimately failed to meet the beloved and cherished popular star, applauded, encouraging everyone who had worked hard.

That’s how the final filming of *Spring Again* in front of the Eiffel Tower ended.

However, the filming was just the end.

The cheers of the audience, unable to escape the lingering feeling of the ‘When we meet again’ chorus, continued to be heard.

The masterpiece that might remain in history and the famous singers from one country. Their chorus sufficiently created the picture Park PD wanted.

“PD-nim…”

It should be. The youngest [junior staff member], who had been freely chattering, approached cautiously.

The one who had confidently claimed that he would meet Noh Hae-il on the Champs-Élysées wanted to slap his past self.

“Why are you so down?”

“PD-nim…”

Although there are times when he wants to hit the youngest, Park PD patted him on the shoulder, saying that even hate can turn into affection.

“You’ve worked hard filming.”

“!”

“But you know it’s not over yet, right? The real start is when we return to Korea. Let’s keep our heads straight.”

“Yes, sir!”

To be honest, it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed.

But at the same time, he realized that the coincidences so far were just luck. It was strange to encounter each other in this vast land.

-If you try to get everything too easily, you’ll get into trouble.

Park PD decided to abandon his greed and try not to get into trouble until the day he returned home.

But was it because he liked to get things too easily?

Not meeting Noh Hae-il was no small trouble.

The seafood he ate for dinner caused the filming crew to have stomachaches, which was the first trouble. And to make matters worse-.

“Flight delay? Again?”

“No, how long is the delay? They should just cancel it, instead of torturing us with hope every hour.”

The midnight flight was continuously delayed due to aircraft defects. He would rather they cancel it so he could re-ticket, but it was delayed, giving hope that it would depart in an hour.

After four delays, at four in the morning, the airline announced the cancellation of the flight, as if foreshadowing an ominous premonition.

The compensation of a $10 voucher that could be used in the terminal was meaningless – only McDonald’s was open at 4 AM – and the flight exchange, which they said would proceed sequentially, was not received positively.

Was it because the filming went too smoothly? Misfortune seemed to have come all at once on the last day.

The celebrities with schedules immediately booked first-class seats, but the filming crew with budget constraints found it difficult to do so.

“PD-nim, what should we do?”

Everyone looked at Park PD with eyes asking what to do.

The youngest also looked at Park PD cautiously. Suddenly, he remembered the conversation of his seniors who advised him when they heard that he would be filming *Spring Again* with Park PD.

-Park In-soo? What should I say about him? He likes to get things too easily. He’ll get into trouble someday.

-But isn’t he not bad?

-Why?

“First-”

-He takes good care of his people. And his improvisation isn’t bad either.

“Send Mi-young and the sick people back first.”

Park PD calmly instructed in the face of the sudden crisis.

“Our ticket is for noon at the latest…”

“I’ll contact someone I know in the airline industry. But if that doesn’t work, let’s cut business class. I’ll take responsibility.”

“Yes!”

The youngest PD found something to learn from Park PD, who had always accepted his jokes.

“PD-nim, are you going on the 12 o’clock flight then?”

“No, the ones with schedules go first. I’m the chief in charge, where would I go? Don’t worry, I’ll get there somehow. Youngest, are you okay?”

The youngest PD, seeing Park PD handle things neatly, turned his head.

“I’m fine. I’ll take care of PD-nim.”

“Take care of what. Go and talk to the cast members.”

“Yes, I’ll go and coordinate the schedule!”

Due to the sudden flight cancellation, the cast and crew were scattered, but unlike when it was first canceled, the atmosphere was not bad.

That was probably thanks to Park PD making a quick decision without panicking, and because A team, who had been friendly until the end, cooperated by saying that those in a hurry should go first.

“I was sad to only see the Eiffel Tower, but this is good.”

“Paris in the rain is also beautiful.”

“If the rain stops tomorrow, shall we go busking?”

“Sounds good, sounds good.”

Saying that, even the uncomfortable people felt relieved.

“Oh! Teachers, can I come with you then?”

“Park PD always likes to get things easily.”

“Hehe.”

“Do as you please. Even if I tell you not to bring a camera, you’ll hide it and bring it.”

“Thank you!”

Park PD bowed, taking a small camera.

Outside Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, winter rain was still pouring down.

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Hae-il shook his long umbrella.

Even on weekdays, quite a few people passed through the underground passage.

Then, when he shook the leather jacket and guitar case that the umbrella had not fully protected, water dripped down.

Water droplets flowed and formed a puddle in one place.

In the stagnant puddle, the sound of horns from above, the voices from below, and the melody of the violin created vibrations.

He slowly walked into the passage.

In a place where countless people passed by, there was a violinist. Oasis’s ‘Stop Crying Your Heart Out,’ which went well with the rainy day.

It was just a violin performance, but it felt like the lyrics were being heard.

[All the stars have faded away]

[Don’t you be afraid]

Hae-il hummed and took out a coin from his wallet and threw it into the violin case. The violinist, who made eye contact, nodded and devoted himself to the performance again.

[Cause someday you’ll find me again]

Hae-il moved on again.

To where the bright light came in.

Above the stairs, the symbol of Paris.

The Arc de Triomphe, the Arch of Triumph, unfolded.

The Arc de Triomphe in the center of the Paris square was built to commemorate the soldiers who died in the French Revolution and the Napoleonic Wars.

Four sculptures are engraved on the pillars of the Arc de Triomphe. The sculptures, which combine history and mythology, symbolized freedom, peace, resistance, unity, and revolution.

Hae-il, who passed the winged goddess of freedom, joined the line to go up to the observation deck.

The long umbrella was like a Venetian mask.

The wide black umbrella blocked each other’s view and formed a personal space. In that space, people freely talked to others, praised, and chatted.

“Your guitar case is cool.”

“Thanks.”

“Can I ask where you bought it?”

Fewer tourists than the Eiffel Tower. And due to the problem of rain, Hae-il passed through without difficulty, and soon he was greeted by a spiral staircase like a whirlpool.

Thud.

A drop of water at the end of the long umbrella was sucked into the whirlpool below and soon made no sound.

“Wow!”

When he came out to the observation deck after passing the souvenir shop, people exclaimed. The rain, which had been pouring like a torrential downpour, gradually thinned, and the sky cleared. A huge rainbow hung in the sky, enough to elicit admiration from people.

Hae-il, who had been quietly watching the rainbow, soon grabbed the rib-like window and cast his gaze down.

There was a rotary [roundabout] that revolved around the Arc de Triomphe and twelve streets that stretched out.

Since there were no high-rise buildings in Paris, the cool city of Paris came into view at a glance. Also, the things on the ground were more visible than he thought. It wasn’t that it wasn’t raining, but that it was raining less, so people were walking around with umbrellas on the ground.

The black umbrella and the black and white car spinning around the circular rotary. It was like watching a black and white movie.

He leaned against the window for a while and looked at the view of Paris. There was still time until his dinner appointment.

He had told Chairman Arbo, who said he would pick him up, to meet at the Arc de Triomphe, and he decided to spend the day at this observatory.

The day in winter flows quickly.

Meanwhile, the streaks of rain repeatedly became thicker and thinner. The sight of cars spinning around the circular rotary and the 모습 [sight] of tourists glancing at the boy humming the song of Oasis continued to change.

It was then.

“I think those people over there are going to busk?”

“The rain has stopped a bit now.”

The voices of a family came to his ears.

Are they performing today? Let alone an underground passage where it doesn’t rain.

Hae-il turned his head and looked at one place.

One corner connected to the round rotary.

Several people were holding guitars on the wide roadside, probably the Champs-Élysées.

Hae-il leaned against the window and listened.

“…I can’t hear it.”

Of course, there was no way the sound of the guitar would reach the Arc de Triomphe observatory, which was dozens of meters away.

He, who had decided to spend the day here, glared down. To be honest, he was curious.

If it rains again soon, they will definitely stop busking.

Now is the only time he can hear it.

The moment of 고민 [deliberation] was short.

The moment rain started pouring over his head, Hae-il raised his umbrella.

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It was late afternoon when the veteran singers of *Spring Again* were able to leave the hotel. Exhausted from the flight delays and cancellations, they collapsed as soon as they checked in and woke up after 11 a.m.

And they’ve been in the hotel ever since.

They would perform if the rain stopped a bit.

At this rate, they’ll end up just watching the rain and going back.

‘Do you think we’ll give up that easily?’

The veteran singer, who had been quietly watching the sky, snorted and got up.

“Let’s go.”

As if they had been waiting for that one word.

Team A all 벌떡 [suddenly] got up.

“Let’s go together! Teachers!”

Busking after filming was more tiring than expected.

The remaining members had to carry guitar cases and umbrellas, and there was no practice or even song selection. But strangely enough, the singers’ faces were full of excitement.

After the filming. Park PD followed, but in a way, now that they can sing the songs they want, isn’t this the real busking?

While they were walking down the Champs-Élysées and finding a busking spot, the fact that the rain didn’t seem to stop was a problem.

However, while walking straight towards the Arc de Triomphe, the weather cleared and a rainbow appeared, as if compensating for the misfortune so far.

“Here it is.”

Like 운명 [fate], everyone’s opinions matched.

The end of the Champs-Élysées.

And they found their place where the Arc de Triomphe and the round rotary came into view at a glance.

And there was no need to say what the singers who had taken their places would do.

It’s good to sing their songs, and it’s good to sing songs that Parisians know.

They knew very well that they shouldn’t get water on the guitar, but they sang in the light rain. It was more fun than any filming.

However, the time they could enjoy was not long. The rain started to get heavier again.

The people who had stopped to watch them put up their umbrellas and soon began to scatter one by one.

It seems like today is not a very lucky day.

Starting with flight delays and cancellations

To the broken sky that constantly sheds rain.

Giving them hope as if it would stop, but eventually pouring heavy rain again.

Those who realized that it wouldn’t work eventually finished their last performance.

Someone sighed in disappointment and squatted down to grab the badly 벌어진 [damaged] guitar case.

I have to go. No one said they had to go, but everyone knew.

터벅 [thud].

At that moment. Black boots stopped in front of him.

He wondered what it was and raised his head, and money was put in the case.

“···Merci [Thank you].”

He hesitated and thanked him. And his gaze slowly goes up.

A brown leather jacket was visible over the water-soaked and darkened jeans, and above that.

The face that had been hidden by the long umbrella gradually revealed itself, and at the same time, his eyes widened.

“Hello.”

The boy, whom Park PD had once eagerly waited for, smiled and greeted him 여상하게 [calmly]. As if it were in front of a Seoul broadcasting station, not Paris.

“Huh?”

“Noh Hae-il?”

“How did you get here.”

The boy asked, not caring about the surprised reactions around him.

“Are you filming?”

“The filming is already over.”

“It ended yesterday. You’re too late. Yesterday was amazing.”

Hae-il, who came after seeing a familiar face from afar, nodded. I think they said they were preparing for the ‘When we meet again’ chorus for the last time. Then that would be over too.

“Noh Hae-il…”

A man’s disgusting sob was heard next to him. Park PD was looking at him warmly.

“I really, really wanted to see you.”

He shuddered as he spoke as if he were a woman who 열렬히 [passionately] loved him.

He didn’t seem like this when they first met. I don’t know what’s going on, but it was creepy.

“I’m so glad to see you even now. Maybe dinner on the way back today-.”

“I don’t think that will be possible. I have an appointment.”

“Ah.”

He didn’t feel sorry, but it was like being 차는 [rejected] every time he met.

“Then the chorus ended yesterday?”

“Yes, yes. It would have been better if you had come and sang together at the ‘When we meet again’ chorus yesterday. 크윽 [sob].”

“Well, it’s okay.”

It would have been fun to sing together too.

“I sang it once recently.”

Hae-il said with a smile.

“Yes? Yes, ah. You’ve already sung it.”

No, how could he miss that precious thing.

Park PD, who thought Noh Hae-il had gone to a karaoke or something, felt like he was going crazy with regret.

“It would have been nice if more people had seen it…”

“I’m satisfied.”

“That, well…”

Park PD, who didn’t know that the song was broadcast live in Venice and is still spreading around the world, felt sorry for the boy’s simplicity (?).

“It’s a shame it’s raining so much. I wanted to sing together.”

“Really, I even prepared a set list.”

A young singer who had just turned twenty 늘여놓았 [laid out] a pop song list, and a veteran singer who saw Noh Hae-il for the first time shook off the water on his shoulder.

“That’s a shame, honey. I wanted to hear your song once. I was going to go to a concert, but they said ticketing is like picking stars in the sky, and it’s even harder to see on TV. When will I be able to see you again.”

“…”

Hae-il looked at her without answering.

When she stopped talking for a moment and realized the meaning, he opened his mouth.

“Then shall we do it now?”

“Now?”

“Here?”

It’s raining so much.

The boy shrugged as if he didn’t care.

“How about a song on the set list?”

“Oh, which one?”

The young singer tilted his head.

“This is-.”

The veteran singer 피식 [smirkingly] laughed and nodded.

“I’ll do the chorus, so you sing.”

“Then I’ll play the guitar-.”

The young singer, who saw the boy opening the guitar case, opened his mouth and changed his words.

Noh Hae-il is already famous for playing the guitar well, so it would be better to do something else than play. For example-.

“I’ll hold the umbrella for you.”

So that you don’t get hit by the rain that’s pouring down like a torrential downpour.

This was like when he 정리했던 [handled] the sudden situation at the airport. They each realized their position and started to move.

The singer, who was shorter than Noh Hae-il, lowered his head, being careful not to let the umbrella frame hit Noh Hae-il’s head.

It was a guitar case that I thought was pretty from the first time I saw it.

The singer, who was going to ask where he got the 유려한 [elegant] curves and 수놓아진 [embroidered] butterfly 금 곽 [gilt frame] later, stopped breathing when he saw the guitar that came out of it, thinking it looked familiar for some reason.

“Oh? That, the guitar is…?”

The singer lost his voice as he made eye contact with the boy and was captivated by the intense gaze.

Soon Noh Hae-il 아무렇지도 않게 [casually] held the guitar and took a 자세 [stance]. The singer trembled and held the umbrella.

The melody of the acoustic guitar is heard softly.

People 잠깐 [briefly] listened to the familiar accompaniment.

Meanwhile, a rainbow blooms in the 기름이 낀 [oily] puddle. The world is filled with 오색빛깔 [multicolored] by car flashing lights and electronic displays, and the fleeting umbrellas and time.

In that-.

[How many special people change(How many special people change)]

The voice of the boy soaked in the champagne galaxy 울려 퍼졌다 [echoed].