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Episode 219: The Piper (1)

“Voting is stronger than bullets.”

-Abraham Lincoln

‘Whoever participates is the owner. Anyone who doesn't is a guest.'

- Dosan Ahn Chang-ho

‘No one will ever lose the right to vote but yourself, and the only way to do that is by not voting for yourself.’

-Franklin Roosevelt

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'vote'

Voting is one of the most basic and main means by which the people exercise their sovereignty, and the guarantee of this right to vote is the most basic and important measure of the development of democracy.

Of course, it is true that more and more people are denying the value of voting due to various factors such as deepening economic inequality and hatred of politics, but nevertheless, we have the rights we have. The right to vote (the right to vote) must be respected.

Because on this little piece of paper given us...

Spartacus. overflowing. Jin Seung and Oh Kwang.

chartist movement. Suffragette exercise, Selma exercise.

Because the blood of the thousands and tens of thousands of people who fell for the right to vote is still clearly visible.

And today. The day has come when we will once again confirm that we are not slaves.

That's right...

‘Seoul City Superintendent of Education by-election’

It is an election to elect the head of education who is responsible for all aspects of Seoul’s education administration.

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An elementary school in Gangnam where many people come and go.

A large Starcraft van stopped in front of the front door clearly marked [2021 By-Election Daechi-dong 4 3rd Polling Place].

Then, early in the morning, the eyes of the people who were heading to the polling place in pairs to vote turned towards the van.

"what?"

“Are you not a celebrity?”

"really? Shall we wait a bit then?”

If it's a Starcraft van, it's a car that is the symbol of celebrities. The reason this car stopped was because, with a high probability, it meant that a celebrity was riding in it.

But.

“… … .”

The door of the van, which I thought would open soon, was ignorant, and I did not think it would open at all.

Then he began to look at the van with the expression of the people who were looking at the van with anticipation.

“Hey, didn’t you see?”

“Then let’s not do that. Let’s vote quickly and eat.”

"okay."

Inside the StarCraft van after people leave.

"Damn it."

Looking out the window, actor Song Hyun-seung, who debuted 10 years this year, looked at his manager with a sharp gaze.

It was because I didn't like the place I took them to the car last night when the hangover didn't go away.

"Oh really. brother! It hurts in my stomach, but is this the place you brought me to?”

The road manager and stylist looked at Song Hyun-seung and his manager with tense expressions at Song Hyun-seung's sharp attitude.

In essence, the life of a celebrity staff is shaking like a Bupyeongcho according to the mood of the celebrity in charge. Even with a simple cough from a celebrity, it was the appearance of the staff that had to be nervous while holding their breath.

However, the manager who has been taking care of Song Hyun-seung since he was a rookie just opened his mouth as if he didn't care whether or not Song Hyun-seung threw a sharp gaze.

“Oh, are you awake? Alright, let's get ready quickly. I have to get in as soon as possible before posting other kids' certification shots. There are enough people right now and it should be just right.”

Song Hyun-seung's eyebrows twitched at the manager's very calm words.Obviously, when the manager wakes him up, if there is an important meeting today, it is because he has brought him.

“No, what are you talking about! It’s definitely a great meeting!”

Then the manager nodded his head with a look like a gunfire.

“Still, I was able to listen properly while I was drunk. OK, I'm going to do it here today. The great meeting you have been waiting for.”

He even pointed out the window.

For a moment, Song Hyun-seung looked at him with an expression that seemed ridiculous.

In front of an elementary school with an election poster. People passing through the alleys for elections and the occasional chirping of sparrows.

There was nowhere to be found in the peaceful scenery outside the window, the jackpot that the manager said.

"no… What's going on at the polling place... . Oh man, if he had known it would be like this, he'd just sleep. Just get up and take it.”

Song Hyun-seung grumbled with a sullen expression.

Then the manager looked at him with pitiful eyes.

“Don’t say something you don’t know. If we take just one good picture this time, it can be much better than a meeting with the directors who aren’t bored.”

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

“… Ha don't you remember? In the last election, Son Hyun-kyung took a good vote verification shot and then became a hit in movies and dramas. Why did you have a stomach ache then and were about to die?”

"Ah… .”

It was then that I remembered something. Apparently, her popularity skyrocketed after an actress, who was in a similar situation to herself during the last presidential election, took a presidential election certification shot. She had been cast for a role she could never have looked before.

She said that she was in a situation no different from her own, and she was very envious because the actress suddenly gained immense popularity, but now that I see, it seems that the manager still remembers it.

When he looked at the manager with new eyes, he smiled white as if he understood now that he is a manager.

“Child, I can see now. Hey, so if you vote well today and take a good certification shot, it’s only a matter of time before you become a hit again.”

However, not all of the manager's words were understandable. Obviously, Song Hyun-kyung's rise in popularity was enviable, but the situation was a little different back then than it is now.

“No, but bro. I know what hyung is thinking, but isn't that a bit of an unusual case? and… It was an election then. How many people do you think will come to the by-election?”

Hearing his words, the manager kicked his tongue and shook his head.

“You’re saying you don’t know me again? Hey look out the window, where do you think this is a by-election?”At the manager's words, Hyunseung Song looked out the window.

Then, people lined up inside the elementary school, people bursting into laughter, and for some reason, even the cameras for broadcasting. It caught my eye that there was a scene that could not be seen at a general by-election polling place.

'Is that so? Were there so many people in the original by-election?’

As he turned to the manager with puzzled eyes, the manager smiled and opened his mouth.

“Hey, didn’t you watch the news because you were drinking all the time? Hey, how do you think this election can be hotter than the general election? Mihee, isn't it?"

Then, the stylist who received the manager's question nodded.

"uh… That's right. Still, my friends talk a lot about this election. Anyone who doesn't vote this time will sell the country... .”

"right? Okay, so I don't think there's another opportunity like this one? This time, if you hit a photo, get mad at the article, and raise your awareness, you too, stop playing and work a little bit, and I too, at the head office, straighten your shoulders, man! Huh?"

However, despite the manager's continued consolation, Son Hyun-seung's expression only showed a shaky expression.

“No, it’s a bit… Uh huh hyung, can’t you just sit down with the directors for once? Oh, I really don't like this. I'm sure the directors will bake a life, huh? Do you know my skills?”

The manager, who heard Song Hyeon-seung's words, made an expression that seemed to be absurd.

“You know, you know, the guy who devoted himself to raising him and then ruined his acting career by drinking and driving. You know.”

Hyunseung Song frowned at the manager's smirk.

Because it was true that he had ended his own successful career with his own hands.

But he didn't want to force him to do something he didn't want to do.

No matter what he did, he was a cast star for his 10th year as a male actor.

“Ah, real bro. That was a mistake for me... .”

But the moment he opened his mouth to make an excuse. The manager threw away his previous playful attitude and began to push Song Hyun-seung with a serious expression.

“A mistake is a disease. Don't be serious and get ready quickly. If you do not cooperate again this time, I will tell the CEO and cut off all support. okay?"

Then Song Hyeonseung rolled up his tail.

“Uh-huh, okay, you can just say you got it!”

No matter how much he said he was a celebrity, he couldn't take care of the manager who has been taking care of him for 10 years.

Hearing Song Hyun-seung's declaration of white flag, the manager nodded his head and looked at the stylist.

“I thought well. Mihee, wrap it up nicely, okay?”

"Yes. Do not worry."

However, Song Hyun-seung still seemed to have lost his mind.

“Oh, it’s annoying. Can't we just go out? I don't even have much tea anyway. What about makeup? .”

For a moment, the stylist and road manager shrugged as if nervous.

It was because it seemed that the manager's command was about to fall.

However.

“What then?”

The words that came out of the manager's mouth exceeded their expectations.

“What happened? Is it really okay?”

At Son Hyunseung's words, the manager smiled and opened his mouth.

“You want to see Na-yoon Son as she is right now, but how can a powerless manager stop you? But before you, you sang because you wanted to meet Na-yoon Son. Are you okay?”

In an instant, hot flames surged in Song Hyun-seung's eyes.

He was a being he had never met before.

The eternal prima donna of the current idol market where appearance has been upgraded.

Blue chips in the current idol market.

Na-yoon Son.

The moment I heard that Son Na-yoon was coming here, the motivation that had been on the floor soared.

“Is Na-yoon Son really coming? way?”

When Hyeonseung Song asked a question that seemed unbelievable, the manager nodded his head.

"of course. So, did I just come to the polling place without thinking? I don't know what it is in English, but Na-yoon Son and the other members are also coming to vote, so prepare well and go out. I mean, you have to decorate the flowers well so that the picture doesn't get weird for nothing. Are you still eating the visual one? is not it?"

Hearing those words, Song Hyeonseung nodded his head with a lively face.

Colorless, tasteless, odorless.

Although he was notorious for not having advanced in his acting skills in the decade after his debut, he had one weapon that no one else had.

That's right... … .

‘Visual’

A weapon that made it stand out in the fierce entertainment world. It was his appearance that he took the top position in the entertainment world, where Songok or half-an had three rounds of the parade ground in a row.

“Haha, isn’t it me when it comes to visuals? Don't worry bro. I will make everyone here fall in love.”

but after a while.

Song Hyeonseung was able to realize that his thinking was wrong.

The moment he finished his flower arrangement and opened the door of the Starcraft van with confidence.

"what? Are you Hyunseung Song?”

“Hey, I don’t have time to worry about Song Hyun-seung!”

“Oh yes. A. When we meet later, please sign an autograph.”

People passing by him.

It was because people who thought they would be captivated by just getting out of the car passed by, regardless of whether they got out of the car or not.

‘What, what?’

Having never experienced anything like this in his last decade of entertainment, he looked at people with a look of embarrassment.

‘Are you all crazy?

He stood in the midst of the passers-by and, with a blank expression on his face, slowly made his way towards where they were headed.

Then after a while.

wow-

Far away, from the far end of the alley to where he was, he could see a man pulling people like a piper.

A person who rushes toward the polling place with a large crowd of people around. A real-life piped man. That person is... … .

Deok-hyeon Yoo, a candidate for the Seoul Metropolitan Superintendent’s election, and his Sueoji-gyo. It was Kim Joon-young.

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[Symbol No. 1 Yoo Deok-hyun] [ ]

[Symbol No. 2 Deokseung God] [ ]

Holding a ballot the size of the palm of my hand, I picked up the election markers in the voting booth.

And without hesitation, I pressed down the marker next to the name of candidate Yoo Deok-hyun.

[Symbol No. 1 Yoo Deok-hyun] [○]

The empty space next to Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo's name was filled.

'done.'

I put my vote in the ballot box with remorse and left the ballot box.

OK.

“Haha, you just came.”

I saw Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo who finished voting before me.

He had an awkward smile faded from his mouth. I slowly opened my mouth towards Yoo Deok-hyeon, who looked tense.

“Are you nervous?”

Then, Yoo Deok-hyun showed an awkward smile, a little embarrassed.

“I said I was taking care of myself, but it looks like there are spots on my face.”

“Don’t be too nervous. Didn't you see a lot of people supporting Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo? Well, it went away soon, but there was also the celebrity Mr. Song Hyun-seung.”

“Haha, that’s right. But this seems to be a chronic disease. Maybe even knowing that fact, the tension doesn't go away... .”

He sighed as if he couldn't help it.

It seemed that his tension could not be easily relieved.

However, no matter how favorable the situation, it was not strange that he was looking so nervous right now, as the only thing he had to be nervous about until the results came out was the voting.

But that didn't mean he could use any method either.

What he is going through right now is a kind of rite of passage that every candidate goes through.

So I slowly walked out of the polling station, thinking that his tension would soon subside.

However?

The moment we stepped out of the elementary school building, an amazing sight unfolded before our eyes.

That's right...

“Finally out!”

“Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo!!!”

“Candidate Yoo, fighting!”

“Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo, just say one word.”

Countless people waiting for us.

It was the appearance of people who looked dozens of times more than the people who had been following us earlier.

Apparently, while me, Deok-Hyun Yoo, and our camp members were voting, the people around us seemed to have heard our news.

Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo, who discovered the appearance of people, looked at the people with a blank expression.

“CEO Kim, they… .”

Candidate Deok-Hyun Yoo looked at me, unable to speak.

I slowly opened my mouth with a smile on my face.

“Who would it be if it weren’t for those waiting for a candidate? Haha, no need to be nervous now, do you?”

The buds of tension slowly disappeared from Yoo Deok-hyun's face.

“Probably… It seems so.”

I said to him.

“Come on, candidate, let’s go. You go out and tell me something.”

Then, Deok-hyeon Yoo nodded his head with a strong attitude and proceeded towards the people with a confident attitude.

and after a while.

wow-

There was a tremendous trembling that seemed to destroy the elementary school where the polling place was located.

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