He is a manager now.
We will be working together on a project.
The artist is a 19 years old boy, he will be debuting soon as a soloist and Kevin is his manager.
Someone recommended me to their agency for the kid's debut.
I want to die.
I will be working with an ex.
It hurts.
Did he know?
Did he know that I work here?
Or what is pure coincidence?
Mr. Park is an old colleague of mine.
He usually words with the clients; greets them, explain how it works, give them a cup of coffee…
We are in a same room after 10 years.
Before filming and creating a music video, I need to listen to the song and understand the meaning behind it.
That's the key to a successful mv.
Mr. Park:
-Thanks for your trust, Mr Kevin.
We won't disappoint you.
-But, ofcourse.
-This is Jessica.
She is our art director.
-Well, Hello .Jessica.
The kid interrupted him:
-Hi, I am Jun! I trust you with my debut, Jessica. And you really pretty!
-She gets that a lot, joked Mr Park; she is the prettiest in our agency.
-Thank you Jun.You really are a cutie. why not listen to your song.
-Kevin wrote it for me!
-Kevin is a songwriter? I thought he was your manager.
-I am good at everything what can I Say.
-Sure.
-Hey, Jessica.Put this on. I will start the music.
-ok, Mr. Park.
I wonder where Tim is.
He is the one who deals with all the laptop-related stuff.
-Where is Timmy, Park?
-He is no longer with us, sadly.
-He died? Shouted Jun.
-No, he quit.
-Mr. Park, let me help you with that, I said.
I played the song.
The one that my ex wrote for his protégé.
That's when I knew the gates of hell have opened again.