Recordings
What should we eat for lunch?
The answer came quicker than expected.
Last time we had jjajangmyeon, so obviously this time…
"Alright, how about burgers?"
"Yes, burgers are fine."
"…."
The composer nodded right away, while actor Moon Changsik was still lost in thought.
"Composer."
"Yes?"
"Don't actors usually watch their diets? Is it okay to order burgers?"
"Ah, I think he mentioned he does."
Sigh. Do I really need to worry about this too?
"Then I'll just order sandwiches and salad."
Since burger joints don't usually sell salad, I had to order from the sandwich shop by the station.
"You're very considerate. But you don't really need to worry about him."
"Well, burgers or salad, they're basically the same anyway."
Both have bread, meat, veggies, and sauce.
If anything, sandwiches are healthier.
"I think they're quite different, but… sure, let's go with that."
"Alright, ordered."
I handed the phone back to the composer.
Now I could rest a bit, eat the sandwiches, and then continue recording.
"By the way, how far along are we with the recording?"
Every time we started, he made me redo everything from the top, so I was curious how much I could actually do now.
"To be honest? We're almost done."
That answer surprised me—I expected him to say we still had a long way to go.
"Really?"
"But we're still far from my standards."
"Ugh."
So the songs are good enough to release, but he's not satisfied?
"Normally, this would be enough to put out, but…"
He hesitated, looking apologetic, but I understood.
I'm the same when it comes to drawing—I never know when to stop tweaking.
"Well, keep going until you're satisfied. It's not urgent anyway."
Besides, recording was helping me improve. It was tough, but not unbearable.
"You're fine with that? It'll take quite a while."
"It's all because of my shortcomings. Just buy me proper lunches in the meantime."
The composer always paid for lunch. Since he made plenty of money, I had no problem freeRoading.
"Alright. Once we finish, I'll treat you to proper omakase."
"Now that I'll look forward to."
Seriously—I'd never been to one, only heard of it.
"Look forward to it. My hobby is hunting for good restaurants."
"If that's your hobby, why do you always order delivery?"
"My time is gold, you see."
"Ooh…"
Even saying his time was gold didn't sound pretentious.
That must be the confidence of a successful composer.
"Besides, delivery food is good too. I'm not picky."
Fair enough. Delivery has its own charm—sometimes better than fancy food.
As we chatted, actor Moon Changsik finally snapped back to reality.
Noticing us talking, he bowed his head apologetically.
"Sorry, when inspiration hits, I have a habit of not letting it go…"
"Ah, well, the food's ordered. Let's eat together when it arrives."
I took it positively—it just meant he had professional dedication.
Though it must be tiring for the people around him.
"Ah… I should've told you earlier, I'm actually on a diet."
"I figured as much, so I ordered salad. You can at least eat it with dressing, right?"
At that, Moon Changsik's eyes widened in surprise.
"Really?"
"Why are you so shocked?"
He looked so surprised that I felt put off.
Wasn't this the kind of basic courtesy you extend to someone, especially an actor?
"I just… didn't think you'd be the type to consider something like that."
…Was he picking a fight?
No, no—he didn't sound hostile.
He genuinely thought I wouldn't care, so he was shocked that I did.
"You barely know me."
"My eye for people is sharp. Even in the industry, it's recognized…"
"But you were wrong, weren't you?"
At my words, Moon Changsik shut his mouth.
See? Too bad—Kim Soo-hyun turned out to be thoughtful after all.
"I'm sorry… I misjudged you."
"No need to apologize. If you really feel sorry, just go grab the food when it arrives."
"Alright. I'll enjoy it gratefully."
"Don't thank me—thank our sponsor here."
I pointed at the composer, who just shrugged.
"No thanks necessary."
"…Alright then."
Looking a little bewildered, Moon Changsik pulled out his phone.
"One more thing…"
"Yes?"
"Would it be alright if I took notes on the conversation we just had?"
"Uh… sure, go ahead."
Seriously, what is with this guy?
Are all actors like this?
When I looked at the composer, he just shook his head with a tired expression.
A little while later, the sandwiches arrived.
We moved to a bigger room with a table and laid out the food.
The composer and I had sandwiches, while actor Moon Changsik had his salad.
"This is good."
Watching him happily devour the salad was kind of surreal. Was it really that tasty? Maybe the dressing made it better than just raw greens.
"Is it good? I've never really had salad like that."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Aside from school lunches, I've never had salad as an actual meal."
"In that case, would you like to try some? Thanks to the dressing, it's decent."
"No thanks. No way it's tastier than this barbecue sandwich."
I lifted the sandwich to show him the fillings inside.
Moon Changsik's face crumpled.
"Damn it… now I don't feel like dieting anymore."
"Then just don't diet. But what happens if an actor fails their diet? Do they get kicked off the project?"
It's not like anyone can succeed at dieting all the time.
Everyone has different body types.
Still, seeing actors change their physique for each role never fails to amaze me.
"If you fail, they give you the look."
"The look?"
"Yes. They don't say it outright, but they hint at it."
Well, I guess they wouldn't openly scold an actor even if they weren't satisfied.
But if he's dieting this strictly, it must be for a pretty important role.
They wouldn't make someone diet just for a minor appearance.
"So… is your role a big one? If you're watching your diet this closely, you must be on screen a lot."
I tossed out the question without much thought—
and instantly, all eyes turned to me.
Not just Moon Changsik, but even the composer was staring like, Are you seriously asking this?
"W-what? Why are you suddenly looking at me like that?"
Their sudden stares made me stammer.
Then, from across the table, Moon Changsik spoke, sounding dumbfounded.
"I'm the lead role."
"…What?"
"You really didn't know who I was?"
"…What??"
The composer, sitting beside him, let out a laugh through a sip of soda that had come with the sandwiches.
"I thought it was impossible, but you really didn't know? When's the last time you even went to the theater?"
The last time I went to a movie theater?
Uh… I couldn't remember.
Back when I was still a guy, I'd gone like a normal person.
But after becoming a woman? I hadn't even watched dramas, let alone gone to a cinema.
"I don't even remember."
Yeah… I was always streaming, and my YouTube algorithm was all anime and manga stuff.
I just had no connection to that world anymore.
"Have you at least seen Erasure?"
"Uh… I've heard of it, but I don't think I watched it."
"Then what about Operation Official?"
"What's that? Is it new?"
At my answer, the composer shook his head, while Moon Changsik muttered in shock.
"Has the Korean film industry really collapsed…?"
Hey, it's not dead yet.
Just… not my thing.
"So, why bring up those two movies?"
"Because he starred in them."
"…What?"
Starred? If he was the lead, that means he was a major character.
"And lately, he's one of the hottest names in OTT dramas. You really didn't know?"
"Uh… hold on."
I immediately pulled out my phone.
In the Heaven-tier Project group chat—which was still blowing up with notifications—I asked if anyone knew Moon Changsik.
The replies poured in almost instantly.
Wow. So he really was famous.
When I asked again if anyone wanted autographs, the chat lit up like my stream chat during a hype moment.
Watching that unfold, I glanced back at Moon Changsik.
He looked at me with an expression somewhere between exasperation and defeat.
Hm… I kind of felt bad. Maybe I should throw him a bone.
"Uh… could you sign six—no, eight autographs?"
That'd cover the members, Hye-jung, and my parents.
"Suddenly? Weren't you uninterested just a moment ago?"
"I'm still not really interested."
"Then why the autographs…?"
"My friends freaked out when I asked. They all want one."
"…They even know who I am?"
"Yeah. Turns out they're huge fans."
Only then did his expression soften.
"Right… of course. I'm Moon Changsik. Most people would know."
"Seems like it."
"No other reaction?"
"Well… could we take a picture together?"
"Oh, now that's more like a fan. But why the picture?"
"To brag to my friends."
They were already losing their minds—if I posted a picture together, it would blow up completely.
Honestly, I was looking forward to it.
Seeing me like that, Moon Changsik turned to the composer with a helpless look.
It was the exact same look I'd given earlier.
Who was treating who like a clueless kid now?
Unbelievable.
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