Chapter 66: Getting to Work

Rubbing his chicken nest head, Wu Zairong woke up.

Yesterday's KBS Music Awards was wonderful.

Quite wonderful.

However, the best newcomer male singer is Lee Seung Gi's again.

From MAMA, to SBS, to MBC, to KBS, he lost to that frog brother.

With a hint of anger, Wu Zairong finished breakfast.

Coupled with the Golden Disc Awards Ceremony, which was destined not to win the award, he couldn't even win a newcomer award, and he completely became a runner and his foil.

It's kind of ridiculous.

It was defeated so easily.

I'm not a parallel import.

RONG's results are good, the company has put a lot of effort into public relations, and YG's resources on TV and mnet are not in vain.

But he lost so easily.

Is it a tree artist agency?

Do you value Lee Seung Gi so much?

Spending so many resources?

Wu Zairong brushed his teeth again.

It's never that simple.

Wu Jae-young clenched the handle of the toothbrush.

Because of the excessive force, when Wu Jaerong spit out the foam, the bloodshot inside was clearly visible.

Especially what happened at the MAMA Awards Ceremony.

The organizers put themselves on stage and were ready.

This should be nine out of ten.

How do you know that it slapped it and slapped itself.

It's really a move to offend people to death.

Moreover, this kind of battle is a means of fighting with a top artist.

I'm not there yet, although I feel good about myself.

It was Lee Seung Gi who made the ghost, and there is only one answer.

with unconventional means.

You've got a lot of energy, Lee Seung Gi.

The list of winners was changed before the award ceremony, and looking at the red foam in the sink, Wu Jaerong grinned.

What if you just know that? Ah, Wu Jae-young.

No one will complain for you, not even your fans will only feel sorry.

The only thing that can break the privilege is crushing strength.

But you don't.

No matter what you say, the fact that the number of albums is not as good as Lee Seung Ki is indelible.

Look into your own eyes in the mirror.

Angry, unwilling, and hides himself.

Pride, and strength, a complete release of oneself.

Well done, not enough.

It is necessary to do a good job that others can't catch up.

Putting down the towel, Oh Jae-young left the dormitory.

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YG, the new recording studio.

Almost a whole page crossed out, Mr. Oh negates the song he had just written.

To this extent, it is not enough.

Oh Jae-young is under a lot of pressure.

This pressure comes not only from his own higher requirements, but also from the company.

He chose the college entrance examination that year, and did not choose to postpone the exam.

broke the company's plans.

This means that if he does not adjust, he will have a half-year gap from January to June.

For a newcomer who doesn't have any aura on him, this is disastrous and will never be accepted.

The company decided that his second album would be released in March.

Even if the company no longer has any spare top producers.

Playing the guitar, Wu Zairong carved the lyrics sentence by sentence.

BECAUSE OF THE PREPARATIONS FOR THE RETURN OF IYTM, TEDDY BROTHER IS ALSO IN FULL SWING TO PREPARE.

Other producers were also unable to help with the album because the work at hand was not over.

So the company hired an outside producer, surnamed Cui.

When the inspiration came, he quickly wrote down a series of lyrics, and the speed of his hands almost produced an afterimage.

Wait until the inspiration is gone, and make revisions on another piece of paper.

No, Wu Jae-young crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it on the ground.

Taking out another stack of paper, Wu Zairong sighed.

As a singer, this is not the time for him to be busy.

It's still early, and even 04 years are still a few days away.

Honestly ran the schedule, stayed comfortably, and waited for the producer to finish the song and set the style and positioning.

That's what he's supposed to do.

Wait until that's all over, and then your mission begins.

Look at the paper balls scattered all around.

Why do you do all this?

Rubbing his temples, Wu Zairong began to devote himself to creation again.

Because of that producer.

Choi Sung-guk.

Oh Jae-young's eyes narrowed.

Quite awkward.

PS (Recommend a song, HAHA's 'Tales of the Short Man'.) )