Superstar From Age 0

Chapter 628

Cooper, a classical music reporter, was writing an article about the upcoming final round of the New York String Instrument Competition, when his colleague sitting next to him interrupted him.

“Cooper, have you seen this?”

“What?”

His colleague handed him his phone. Cooper stopped writing his article, which was titled ‘The most extraordinary violinist in the competition, with a powerful sound that belies his small stature…’, and looked at the phone screen.

[Gray Vainy, a successful solo recital at Vincent Hall!]

Cooper blinked his eyes.

Gray Vainy, Vincent Hall, success, solo recital, held.

He knew all these words, but for some reason, the sentence did not make sense to him.

Vincent Hall was one of the concert halls in New York. Cooper often went there for work or leisure. And the phrase ‘a successful solo recital held’ was nothing special. Cooper had written such articles many times.

But,

Gray Vainy?

That was a word that was both fitting and unfitting.

He called it a word, not a name, because ‘Gray Vainy’ was not a real person.

“What is this?”

His colleague laughed at his dumbfounded expression.

“What do you mean, what is this? It’s a promotion for Over the Rainbow 2.”

Cooper snapped out of his trance and asked.

“Promotion?”

“Yeah. They started filming today. The first scene is a recital scene, so they’re promoting it like this. The article just came out.”

His colleague’s words made Cooper turn his gaze to the monitor and search for the articles.

As his colleague said, the promotional articles for Over the Rainbow 2, such as [Gray Vainy, a successful solo recital at Vincent Hall!], were uploaded not in the classical music section, but in the entertainment section.

Cooper clicked on the articles.

<This afternoon, the genius violinist Gray Vainy, who returned from his world tour, held a recital in New York at Vincent Hall. The violinist Gray Vainy showed a performance that still moved the audience, and the applause did not stop at Vincent Hall…>

<As you may know, the genius violinist Gray Vainy’s start was 10 years ago with a crowdfunding…>

The promotional articles had two contents: one about the recital (?) of Gray Vainy that was held today, and the other about the past of ‘the violinist Gray Vainy’, which seemed to be a summary of Over the Rainbow 1. They were written as if they were real articles, with a sense of reality.

“The production company is really serious about the promotion. You’d think this was the classical music section. But there are no photos.”

Usually, there would be one or two photos of the violinist who was the main character of the recital, but since it was a movie, there were no photos of ‘Gray Vainy’.

So the entertainment reporters who copied and pasted the articles from Whale Studio and sucked the honey also had regretful faces and only attached photos of Vincent Hall.

As the promotional articles were strangely realistic, the comments also changed.

-Gray Vainy? Is there such a violinist?

=Right. Huh? This is the entertainment section?

=This is a promotional article for Over the Rainbow 2

The comments that explained like this,

-Does anyone know the next recital schedule?

-Where is the ticketing site? I can’t find it!

-I want to go to the recital too

-Waiting until the site opens. Keep waiting.

-Do another world tour.

“The comments are totally immersed too.”

Then, Cooper, who was quietly reading the articles, suddenly clicked his mouse repeatedly. Click click. The loud clicking sound made his colleague, who was laughing at the comments, look at him curiously.

“What are you doing, Cooper?”

“Uh…”

“What?”

“I want to go to Gray Vainy’s recital too! The ticketing site! Where is the ticketing site!”

He shouted, take my money!

He was looking for a ticketing site that did not exist. His colleague looked at him with a trembling gaze.

“…There’s one here too. Immersion.”

***

-It feels like yesterday that I participated in the crowdfunding He’s grown so much

=22 I can’t see through my tears

-He did a world tour without me knowing… Did he come to Korea?

=He must have, right? He came, but we didn’t know, right?

=Can’t you tell us before you go

-I envy the people who went to the recital…

=22 I thought he only existed in my fantasy… How does it feel to see him in person…

-Do another world tour please Come to Korea

The promotional articles from Whale Studio were uploaded in other countries besides the US, and everyone who loved Over the Rainbow was in a state of immersion.

“Nice.”

“Yes. The promotion was done well.”

Sara Roth, the director, and Nelson, the manager, looked at the reactions from different countries and smiled brightly.

Over the Rainbow was different from ordinary movies, because it had a feeling of ‘a story that could really exist somewhere’, so they expected that this kind of promotion would work very well.

“Jun’s performance also contributed.”

The YouTube video of Jun playing Good Morning also increased its views along with the promotional articles. Nelson’s words made Sara Roth smile.

“It’s only the beginning part, though.”

“That’s why we’re getting a lot of calls. They want to hear the rest.”

The comments below the YouTube video were also like that.

-If you don’t upload it right now, I’ll blow it up. Whale Studio.

-Please… Please… I have a disease that will kill me if I can’t hear more

-Someone leak the sound source a little. I’ll only listen.

There were various comments in different languages, from threats to requests, but since these were all leading to the box office of Universe and Over the Rainbow 2, Marine and Whale Studio were only happy.

“Then I’ll go now. Director.”

“Okay. Be careful.”

Nelson left his seat, and Sara Roth headed to where the staff were.

It was early in the morning, and the sun was just rising.

The staff who came to work from dawn were busy preparing for the shooting, and they were careful because of the location.

A five-star hotel in New York, overlooking Central Park.

It was not the top floor, but the view was nice, and everything from the furniture to the interior looked luxurious. They were planning to shoot in the suite room today.

“Is everything ready?”

“Yes. The actors are done with their makeup, and the cameras are all set up.”

Sara nodded at Emily’s words. Emily Ees had been independent for a while, so it had been a long time since they worked together, but she was still a smooth support.

“There’s no assistant director like you.”

“Uhuhuhu.”

Emily laughed like a child, and Sara smiled and saw Jun, Catherine, and Paul coming in. They were all full of laughter.

“Ah, Director. Are you done with your story? What brings you here?”

Catherine asked with a bright smile.

“Because of the reaction to the promotional article that went up yesterday.”

“Oh, I saw that too. Everyone was crying that they were left out.”

Everyone laughed at Seo-jun’s words, who was wearing a navy blue pajama.

“But what were you talking about so interestingly?”

Paul answered Sara Roth’s question.

“The scene we’re going to shoot now. Jun said he exercised yesterday.”

“Oh…”

“Really?”

Seo-jun smiled awkwardly at Emily’s teasing expression and Sara Roth’s laughter.

“Um, I think it’s better to look good on screen.”

“That’s true.”

“Jun’s fans will love it.”

Emily chuckled and Seo-jun and the others joined in.

***

“Ready, action!”

The bedroom of a hotel suite.

As the alarm went off at the set time, the curtains that blocked the light slid open automatically. The bright light came in through the opened curtains and headed towards the man lying on the bed.

He looked neat even in his sleeping position.

His eyelids twitched at the bright light and the alarm sound, and then opened slowly. His clear black eyes blinked a few times.

The man who woke up from his sleep got up and sat on the bed for a moment before heading to the bathroom to wash up. His every movement was calm and quiet.

Soon, the sound of water stopped.

And the man who came out wiping his wet hair with a white towel was captured by the camera. He was wearing pants but nothing on top.

…!

There seemed to be muted exclamations from everywhere.

He was mostly showing his back as he turned around, but his muscles, which were not too much but pleasing to the eye, moved along with his movements, making the breaths even shorter. His muscles looked like they were drawn.

He picked up the white shirt that was lying around. He put one arm in and then the other. The muscles on his slightly tilted shoulders and back became clear and then soon covered by the white shirt that draped over his shoulders. But it still seemed like there was an afterimage.

The staff’s silence mixed with admiration lasted until the man buttoned up his shirt near his collarbone.

Without saying anything, he buttoned up his wrists with his straight and neat hands and lifted his head. He still had a calm and tidy expression. He looked cold at a glance.

“Cut! Okay!”

The tension that was tightly wound up was loosened in an instant at Sara Roth’s voice. There were exclamations from everywhere.

“Wow! No kidding. Did you exercise or something, Jun?”

“Seriously. That’s not a muscle that can be made in a day.”

Catherine and Paul asked in amazement. Seo-jun shrugged and answered.

“I was a soldier until recently.”

“Oh.”

“That’s right.”

“It’s been less than a month since I was discharged.”

Seo-jun smiled and said.

Catherine and Paul, who realized that Seo-jun Lee was a soldier, and the staff who were setting up the next shooting scene and listening in, were impressed.

***

“Ready, action!”

The man who changed his clothes prepared his breakfast as if he was used to it.

He prepared bread and took out butter and jam. He poured warm coffee. He looked down at the prepared breakfast for a moment and sat on a chair.

The open scenery was right in front of his eyes.

It was a scenery that someone would admire, but the man felt a bit dull. He sat still and looked out the window until his coffee, which was steaming, cooled down.

Then, the doorbell rang.

His body flinched as if he came to his senses. His eyes went down. He felt like sighing at his cold breakfast, but he got up from his seat first to stop the ringing doorbell.

The tightly closed door.

He had no idea who would come at this early hour, so he opened his mouth with a blank expression.

“Who is it?”

-It’s us! Gray!

-Did you eat breakfast? Let’s eat together.

At the familiar voice, the man, Gray Vainy, widened his eyes.

“Rebecca? George?”

His hand moved before his head.

He was opening the door before he knew it.

Rebecca and George, who were holding a plastic bag with warm food and smiling brightly, appeared in front of the door.

“Ta-da! We’re here!”

“You didn’t eat breakfast yet, right?”

“Uh, I haven’t eaten yet, but… Didn’t you both say you were going back to LA?”

He thought he heard that when he met them at the concert yesterday.

Gray stepped aside in confusion, letting the two in.

“That’s the thing. We just took a vacation!”

“I had some work come up suddenly.”

“We’ll tell you the details while we eat!”

“We bought what you like. It’s better to eat it while it’s hot, so let’s eat quickly.”

Gray blinked at his friends’ words.

He didn’t know what was going on, but.

“Sure. Let’s do that.”

Gray Vainy nodded his head willingly with a smile.

It was the first time his expression, which had been numb all along, brightened up.