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answer:Episode 142 Late at night. 'Face Note' office. Today, instead of Mark and Mimi who left work early for a change, Dennis and I were brainstorming together. It was all because of Dennis's screenplay. Dennis was pulling his hair out. "Sungkook, why am I so anxious? I can't seem to get any story out." "Dennis, let's have a beer and think slowly." "Haah…" Dennis had sighed more than ten times just this evening. I opened the fridge and just looked at the cans of beer filled inside. [Haah… It's one of those nights I crave alcohol.] Punching my thigh with my fist, I took out a beer and handed it to Dennis. "Sungkook, why don't you drink some milk or something?" [I'm even tired of milk…] I shook my head. Dennis gulped down the beer and stared at me intently. "Sungkook, I really might not have any talent." "Dennis, if you mention that one more time, I'll talk about how I made it to Harvard from a poor family one less time than that story." "Sorry… I'm just frustrated." "Dennis, we gathered today to discuss and set the direction of the screenplay. Let's start unraveling the story one by one. How far have you written?" "First of all, the character of <Whip> remains the same. It's the story we talked about, about a drummer who just entered an art college struggling to gain recognition from a malicious teacher." [Hmm… Should I spill some secrets… First, I need to sort out the contract relationship….] Of course, I knew everything about the movie Dennis was making. But nothing in this world is free. "Dennis, do you really want to write the screenplay with me?" "Of course." "Then, how about we draft a contract?" "Huh?" Dennis seemed a bit surprised. "Dennis, even if we're close, I think it's better to start work with a clear contractual relationship. Look at Mark and me. We've already discussed our shares back in high school, so now we trust and support each other while creating 'Face Note'." [Otherwise, Mark would have stabbed me in the back.] Dennis nodded as if he understood. "Right, I had a headache fighting with Michelle over that issue." "But, did you completely remove Michelle's idea?" "Yeah…" Dennis's answer was not convincing. Soon, he added as if making an excuse. "Actually, Michelle's idea wasn't anything special. She suggested adding a role of a male protagonist's friend. A friend who is actually a great talent but ruined his life playing drums under that malicious teacher. The male protagonist sees this and starts to rethink his drumming life…. Anyone could come up with such an idea." "Anyone could come up with it, but you've already used that idea and haven't completely removed it, right?" "That's… true." Dennis reluctantly nodded. It might have been a common idea, but if <Whip> starts screening in theaters and becomes a hit, Michelle could sue for any amount. I quickly made a suggestion to Dennis. "Dennis, from what I see, Michelle's idea might be common, but it could very well be one of the characters in <Whip>. It seems like this scenario is stuck in limbo because of Michelle's idea… I'll solve it. In return, let's start the screenplay with a contract." "Sungkook, how will you solve it?" "I'll buy all the ideas that came out during your screenplay work with Michelle. Of course, Michelle's name won't appear in the screenplay. If Michelle reveals this fact to the media after the screenplay is turned into a movie…" [To be honest, it's not an idea that would damage Dennis's reputation if revealed.] "I'll present a contract that demands 100 times the amount we paid. Dennis, you know Michelle's situation well, so I'll ask. Does Michelle need money now?" "Uh… just a moment…" Dennis quickly opened his laptop and checked Michelle's 'Face Note'. "Hmm… Actually, Michelle's talk show schedule got pushed to next year, so financially, things aren't that great." Michelle's idea might not have been anything special, but I couldn't stand to see Dennis struggling because he was stuck on that idea. "Dennis, I'll contact Michelle and solve it. And our contract condition is this. Since I'm starting my investment by buying Michelle's idea, from now on, I'm one of the official investors of your movie, and if <Whip> gets made into a movie, I naturally want to exercise my rights. Is that okay?" "Sungkook, you're helping with my screenplay. Shouldn't your name at least be listed as a co-writer?" "Dennis, I'm just sharing ideas, and you're the one writing everything. Being an investor is enough for me." I wanted Dennis to become a great film director more than anyone. [If it's a hit, the investor takes all the money….] Dennis still looked worried. "Sungkook… that's all good, but… we'll need to hire a lawyer and…" Dennis didn't place much importance on becoming an investor in <Whip> with whatever amount of money. He just wanted to sort out the relationship with Michelle. "Dennis, I'll take care of everything. Don't worry." I spoke firmly. * * * I sent a message to Michelle through 'Face Note'. The content was simple. I offered to buy the idea Michelle contributed to Dennis's screenplay for 10,000. It was a little over ten million won. And I also summarized the contract content. There was room for negotiation if she asked for more money, but there was no need to lay the groundwork first. - Sell all ideas generated during the work on <Whip> for 10,000. - Make no claims when it's made into a movie later. - If this content is revealed later for public, commercial, or any other purposes, a compensation of 100 times the received amount must be paid. Dennis kept drinking beer anxiously next to me. "Sungkook, do you think Michelle will accept?" "Dennis, you know Michelle better than I do." "That's true…" Dennis grabbed another beer and continued. "Honestly, I don't know if Michelle will accept or not, but Michelle doesn't ponder for long. Decisions are made incredibly quickly. And she pushes through with those decisions… She decided on an offer from LA in almost less than 10 minutes and even suggested that I come with her." As Dennis said, a reply from Michelle came in just 30 minutes later. I quickly clicked on the message. - Okay. I'll sell it for 10,000! "Dennis, Michelle accepted." "As expected…" Dennis's face turned a bit bitter. "Dennis, aren't you relieved to be freed from this annoying shackle?" "Honestly, I'm wondering if Michelle's idea is worth ten million won. And the fact that she answered so quickly might mean she thinks the chances of my screenplay becoming a movie are low?" Dennis's self-esteem seemed to be plummeting. "Dennis, don't worry about unnecessary things. Now, you can focus on your screenplay work without being hindered by anything." "Thanks, Sungkook." [In 10 years, you'll be even more grateful.] I quickly replied to Michelle. - I'll send the contract through a lawyer by tomorrow. - Thanks, Sungkook. Call me when you're in LA! - Got it, Michelle. Hope you do well in LA. Our conversation ended. Although it was late, I drafted the contract and sent it via email to the lawyer of Hyojin Group. Then, I stretched widely. Dennis was packing up his laptop. "Sungkook, let's head back to the dorm now." "Alright." "But, Sungkook. Why do you look more relieved than I do?" "Because I've relieved a friend's worry." I smiled wryly, making a comment I didn't mean. [Success in getting a spoon in <Whip>!] * * * Finally, the dreaded Friday arrived. Mark burst into our room early in the morning with three checkered shirts in hand. Dennis, who was putting on his pants, threw a pillow at Mark. "Mark, ever heard of knocking?" "Ah, sorry. Sungkook, Dennis. I'm in a hurry. Which of these three shirts looks best?" Red, green, blue checkered shirts. Moreover, the spacing of the checks was all the same. I pulled the blanket over my head again. [I've taught the Pangyo style wrong….] I was just regretting it. Mark quickly pulled down the blanket. "Sungkook, don't be like that and take a look." "Dennis, the artist, please take a look." I passed the responsibility of choosing Mark's shirt to Dennis. "Mark, from my perspective, green today." "Green? Right? I thought so too. Green seems good today." Mark put on the green checkered shirt over a white tee. "Today's party outfit, done!" "Mark, you're that happy?" "Sungkook, we've been buried in 'Face Note' for so long, I can't remember the last time we went to a party." [What's so great about parties… You'll hate the noise when you get older.] I shook my head. "Sungkook, what are you going to wear?" "Mark, just like you wear checkered shirts of different colors, I'm going to wear a gray hoodie that I haven't worn since washing." Dennis laughed from the side. "You two really seem like a match made in heaven. Why don't you date each other?" At that, I threw the pillow at Dennis. Thud- Dennis fell flat on his butt while putting on his pants. And then, Mark, Dennis, and I rolled around the dorm room, laughing. [Youth is all about making memories like this….] * * * Click. As soon as we entered the office, Limimi greeted us politely. "Good morning, boss, Mark." I looked at Limimi curiously. "Limimi, why are you dressed like that today? You were searching 'Face Note' for party outfits until yesterday." Limimi's outfit was no different from usual. Earlobes full of piercings. Plus, a tattered black t-shirt with denim. In short, Mark, Limimi, and I were just dressed as usual. Limimi looked at Mark and me alternately with sharp eyes. "Boss, Mark. You two are also dressed the same as usual, so why are you asking me?" "Mimi, I really put a lot of effort this morning. I went back and forth to Sungkook's room since morning to choose the green checkered shirt." "What, green or blue. A check is a check. I also put effort. This is a new t-shirt I bought yesterday. The Metallica version." [We should just focus on work….] I took out morning milk from the fridge. "Let's work hard and all go to the party together." "Yes, boss!" "By the way, Limimi, is your house sorted out?" "Yes, I think I'll be moving out before summer. I don't have much stuff, so moving to Silicon Valley won't be difficult." "That's good." I took a sip of the milk. Then, I received a call from the young secretary Yang. What's the matter? I stepped into the hallway to answer the call from the young secretary Yang. "Cheolsu hyung, what's up?" - Sungkook, about the Thai noble coming to your company for an internship. [I wonder if he's too proud to do it? Then it's a thank you from me. It naturally means rejecting Samsung's investment too.] I waited for the young secretary Yang's next words. - Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung asked about the location of the place you'll be staying when you move to Silicon Valley… Can you tell me? "Why do you need to know, hyung?" - It seems he's planning to get a place nearby. "Hmm… If I don't tell you, will it be difficult for you, hyung?" - It wouldn't be too difficult for me. Though he said that, knowing Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung's personality, he would surely make a hurtful remark. That he's incompetent, or that he can't even do that job with that money. After all, Jeon Tae-guk's personality doesn't come from nowhere. [I probably would have been the same….] I swallowed the bitterness. The young secretary Yang quickly made an excuse. - But Sungkook, as you know. If Chairman Jeon Jae-hyung steps in, he'll find out one way or another. And… I think it might be better for you to just tell me now, for what it's worth… I'm sorry for saying this. "Why would you be sorry, hyung? I just found a place a while ago, I'll let you know. Please find a place nearby." - Thanks. Thud, after hanging up, I sent the location of the place Peter found to the young secretary Yang via message. [He wants to get a house near our place? Well, let's see how it goes.] I smiled slightly.

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answer:Episode 143 6 PM. As soon as everyone checked their watches, they started shutting down their computers. Mark quickly got up from his seat, busily clearing away his coffee cup. Ms. Limimi was also unusually quick in tidying up her desk. Mark looked at me and gestured with his eyes. "Sungguk, aren't you getting up?" "It's a party. We can go anytime, why is everyone in such a hurry?" "Sungguk, it's Friday night. Plus, there's a party. Who wants to work on a day like this?" [I'm a born workaholic. At Samjeon Group, my office lights were the first to turn on and the last to turn off! You have to work at least 16 hours a day to be successful!] Contrary to my thoughts, I casually shrugged my shoulders. Mark shook his head in disbelief. "Ms. Mimi, Sungguk doesn't understand why we want to have fun." "Typical of a CEO, similar to a dictator. Kim Jong-il probably didn't know how hard life was for the North Korean people either." "Ms. Limimi, stop comparing me to Kim Jong-il. I just don't see the rush to get to the party... Kim Jong-il indulged himself while neglecting his people, didn't he?" "That's exactly my point. Just like Kim Jong-il didn't know his people were starving because he was well-fed, you don't realize your employees are hungry for a party because you're not." She hit the nail on the head. Mark barely held back his laughter and said. "Sungguk, let's go before you really become a dictator." "Alright, alright." I turned off my computer. * * * Jessie's dormitory was packed with people. Everyone was entering with cheap alcohol, beverages, and food. I shook my head in disapproval. [I absolutely despise these kinds of 20s parties. Who would eat that cheap food?] Suddenly, Dennis appeared out of nowhere and shoved cheap snacks into my mouth. "Sungguk, at least eat this. There's nothing but alcohol inside, and you can't drink." Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. I chewed on the snacks. [It's all MSG. Should I have another one? It's bad for my health...] But with remarkable self-control, I pushed the snacks away and looked at Dennis. "Dennis, why aren't you going in?" "I just feel like parties aren't really my scene." "Weren't you interested in Jessie?" Dennis looked at me with surprise. "Sungguk, how did you know?" [How old do I look... It's game over when a man's eyes drip honey.] Dennis soon looked at me with a sullen face. "But being interested in Jessie is like... liking Britney Spears or the Spice Girls. It feels like something unattainable..." I just shrugged. I couldn't understand why so many guys liked Jessie. At that moment, Mark and Ms. Limimi, who were inside drinking cheap alcohol and having fun, gestured for me to come in. "Sungguk, come on in." "And Dennis too!" Dennis pulled my shoulder. "Sungguk, since we're here, we might as well experience the party." [Oh, how bothersome...] I entered the chaotic party. Jessie, wearing a tight dress, approached me. [Jessie, I'm a minor.] Jessie, slightly drunk, offered me water and milk. "Sungguk, what do you prefer?" "Today... milk." "What, always milk. Sungguk, let's dance." Jessie started dancing around me. [Sigh... really, these 20-year-olds...] I slowly backed away from Jessie and eventually slipped out. Mark and Ms. Limimi were blending in well, dancing with beer bottles in their hands. I stood in the corner of the dormitory where there were the least people and gulped down my milk. At that moment, an old piano caught my eye. I had played the piano for a long time in my previous life. Although my skills were not enough to make a living from playing the piano, during my wandering teenage years, I dreamed of becoming a successful pianist touring abroad. In this life, I had taken lessons from Jo Seongwon at kindergarten, but it was a one-time thing. Of course, Jo Seongwon, recognizing my talent, strongly recommended that I continue learning the piano, but I knew my limits. I sat in front of the piano as if drawn by a magnet. I opened the dusty keyboard cover and removed it. Among the noisy music, I pressed a few keys. It needed tuning, but it wasn't unbearable. Perhaps the loud music gave me courage. [No one will pay attention to my piano sound amidst this noise...] I quietly began to play. It was Chopin. There's a saying that the body remembers. No matter how long ago something was learned, if it was ingrained in the body, it remembers. That was the case with riding a bike, and with playing the piano. Although I learned it in a previous life, I played Chopin's Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, a piece Chopin wrote for his first love, Konstancja. While I was immersed in playing, someone tapped my shoulder. Who is it? I barely lifted my head to see who had touched my shoulder. A familiar face, but who? "Hello. I'm Natalia." [Natalia? Could it be that Natalia Forman?] The famous American actress and Harvard student, Natalia Forman. Natalia whispered in my ear. "Keep playing." "Okay." I continued playing until the end as Natalia requested, then finally lifted my hands from the piano keys. Natalia looked at me intently. "Shall we go outside and talk for a bit?" "Okay..." [Natalia, I'm a minor.] But before I could say such a thing, nothing had happened between Natalia and me yet. Dennis quickly followed me out as he saw me leaving with Natalia. "Sungguk, that's Natalia Forman." "Yeah, I'll talk to her and come back." "Does Natalia know you're a minor?" "Dennis, don't worry. I'm holding milk in my hand." As always, I walked into the dark Harvard campus holding my milk. Natalia Forman. She became a global star with a movie about a killer when she was young. Although she appeared in several movies afterward and was criticized for not surpassing her first movie, she became an actress with an academic image by enrolling at Harvard. "Are you Sungguk, by any chance?" It was unexpected that Natalia knew my name. "How do you know my name?" "We have a class together this semester, and you only showed up once." "Michael Sandel's lecture?" "Yeah. I was really impressed that day." [I'm always impressive.] I shrugged my shoulders. But my father in this life, CEO Jeon Jiseong of <Uncle Won's Bossam>, always said... People should be humble.... "What's so impressive about me?" "I was really impressed by your answer to Michael's question during the lecture. Can I join 'Face Note' too?" "Of course." I couldn't miss this opportunity. A Hollywood actress joining 'Face Note'! Natalia Forman became the first Hollywood actress to join 'Face Note'. Then, I remembered I had left my laptop in my room. "Natalia, sorry. I left my laptop in my room." "Then, how about we go to your room?" What does this mean? I swallowed hard. It's always better to prevent things before they happen than to fix them afterward. "Natalia, sorry, but I'm a minor." Natalia threw her head back and laughed at my words. After finally stopping her laughter, she looked at me. "Sungguk, sorry... I'm really interested in 'Face Note'. I came with my boyfriend. Shall we go to the dorm with him?" Oh... I completely misjudged the situation. I awkwardly scratched my head. Then, Natalia took the lead in clearing up the situation. "Sungguk, I understand that you must have a lot of these situations because of who you are. I apologize for not mentioning it earlier." "It's okay, Natalia. Sorry for the misunderstanding." At that moment, a tall man approached from afar. Natalia greeted him warmly. "Sean, here." It seemed to be Natalia's boyfriend. Natalia soon introduced me to Sean. "Sean, this is the famous Sungguk." "Nice to meet you, Sungguk. I'm a senior at Harvard. But really, you're even more handsome in person." "Sean, I just asked Sungguk to help me join 'Face Note'." "Sungguk, can I ask you too?" "Of course." I readily agreed. But the bitter aftertaste was probably just my imagination. * * * Late at night. In my dorm room, a world-famous Hollywood actress and her boyfriend, along with me and Dennis, were huddled together looking at 'Face Note'. I deliberately brought Dennis along to introduce him to Natalia. Natalia, about to join 'Face Note', looked at me intently after filling in the basic information and leaving only the final enter key to press. "Sungguk, if I join 'Face Note', I'll be the first Hollywood actress to do so, right?" "Yes, you'll be the first Hollywood actress." "Wow, I want to record this historic moment..." [That's a great idea, Natalia!] I quickly grabbed the camera my dad gave me for recording daily life, placed it on the edge of the drawer, and adjusted the angle. "The timer is set. I'm running over!" I dashed to their side, and a loud shutter sound followed. Dennis chuckled after checking the photo. "Sungguk, we need to take it again. You look like a ghost in it. Let's go one more time!" This time, Dennis hurriedly found his spot. Huff- Huff-. As Dennis caught his breath, the shutter clicked again. Fortunately, this photo perfectly captured me, Natalia, Dennis, and Natalia's boyfriend Sean in one frame. Natalia looked at me eagerly. "Sungguk, can I press enter now?" "Go ahead!" Natalia pressed enter without hesitation. * * * I uploaded the photo of me and Natalia on 'Face Note'. - Harvard student and famous actress Natalia Forman has joined 'Face Note'. Natalia, hope to see you often on 'Face Note'. - Sungguk, your piano performance today was amazing, and it was great visiting your dorm room. Natalia's comment sparked a flurry of comments. - Sungguk, you play the piano too? - Were you alone in the dorm room with Natalia?! OMG! - Look at the photo, Natalia's boyfriend is there too. Dennis looked at me incredulously as the comments poured in. "Sungguk, am I invisible? Everyone's only talking about you and Natalia." "Dennis, calm down. Natalia's boyfriend is being treated like a backdrop too." "Sigh... The world is so unfair. Sungguk, I'm genuinely curious. Even if you're a minor, you have a lot of girls around you who are just friends. What's your real type?" "My mom..." I smiled slightly. Dennis shook his head. "When it comes to this, you're really just a teenager." "Dennis, can we incorporate what happened today into your movie?" "Into 'The Whip'?" "The story of young people coming to LA in search of their dreams. You mentioned you wanted the male protagonist to be a jazz pianist. He goes to play the piano at a high-end party in Hollywood for money." "The female protagonist happens to attend the party and meets the man..." Dennis's eyes began to sparkle. "But, the female protagonist isn't a celebrity like Natalia, but an unknown aspiring actress..." "The two of them, truly in search of their dreams, meet by fate at that place..." Dennis suddenly stopped talking and looked at me. "Sungguk, while talking, I just thought of a model for the teacher role in 'The Whip'." "Who?" "You!" "What are you talking about?" "Sungguk, you've been whipping me into continuing to write the screenplay!" Dennis laughed heartily. I crossed my arms lightly. [I've been caught...]