Fame Isn't Worth It | k.th

Chapter 10

After the whole Sora and I incident, Taehyung had been avoiding me as much as possible. He was stuck to Sora's side like a magnet. And she was more than happy about it. Now the two of them couldn't go anywhere without sneaking off to make out. Every five minutes you'd catch them smooching as if the rest of us weren't even there.

But something had changed in Sora since the incident. If she wasn't already possessive enough of Taehyung now she was especially possessive. Forget me, she wouldn't let the stylists do anything with him.

She would say, "He's mine, and don't you dare touch him." Or, "How dare you lay a finger on my Taehyungie, your boyfriend stealer! He and I are going to win over the world and you won't be anywhere in the picture you ugly freak!"

So she had gone mad.

I was sitting on our flight to Copenhagen, emailing the team in Berlin about what needed to be done by the time I arrived.

Time Skip

A short flight later we arrived in Copenhagen, Denmark.

"I've gotta work but I want to hear all about your sightseeing," I told the stylists who were upset that I wasn't coming with them.

We parted ways, all of them going off to have fun while I went to work. But I didn't mind. My work was fun for me.

The venue was packed with people scrambling around.

"What happened?" I asked.

"All the speaker's blew," someone said in Danish that another translated into English for me.

"What?! All of them?! God that's gonna take all day," I groaned.

I created a sub-team within the tech people to take care of the speakers while I had the rest of them work on the other things they could.

"It'll be really expensive to replace them though," someone said.

"No one said anything about replacing. I remember watching a DIY video on how to fix broken speakers," I said.

So I taught them the easy way of fixing a blown speaker.

"It'll last us at least the two concerts. Then after that we can get them properly repaired or replaced," I instructed.

I prayed that it would work.

But shortly after we conquered that problem, another one arose.

"What do you mean the stage lift is broken?!" I exclaimed.

I ran down below stage, using stairs in the right-wing only to find the stage lift looking crooked.

"You're joking. How fast can we get it fixed?" I asked.

"Not in time," the translator translated.

"Dammit! Okay, breathe. Let me think. That's fine, leave it for now, fix it when we leave. I'll figure out their entrances and exits," I said.

I looked at the stairs on the right-wing.

"I could have everyone enter like this but the time would be off and fans might see them preparing. But you've got no other option so figure it out Soorim."

"Does this stage have curtains?" I asked.

Some of the stagehands pulled a few ropes to reveal the velvety curtain.

"Perfect."

I called over the stagehands and showed them how they should work with the curtains. I went over every song and the timing for the opening and closing. They had to be done on the beat otherwise we'd miss the window and would be off.