Chapter 139. Guerrilla Concert
The first guerrilla concert of Miro Maze.
A temporary stage was set up in the middle of a wide square near Seoul.
The production crew prioritized safety, managing the site carefully to prevent any unforeseen accidents. To avoid a crowd from gathering in advance, they announced the location the day before and deployed as much security and staff as possible.
>[But isn’t the production crew being too thoughtless?]
>They must know how popular and buzzworthy the kids are, so what if something happens with all the people flocking here for this guerrilla concert?ㅠㅠㅠㅠ
>They’ve only done one audience event so far, so why not just stick to that?
>And they announced it late, so now some people can’t go and are just left hanging…
>- ? Where are you getting left hanging?
>- You seem to be the one hanging right now.
>- I’m riding the wave.
> └ I’m catching the rhythm.
> └ I’m on the train; I came from the countryside yesterday and just arrived at the venue. It’s huge here.
> └ Heheh, I live nearby, so I just biked over.
>- Hey, guys, OP is upset they can’t go to the guerrilla concert… show some sympathyㅠㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> └ 22 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I’m in the same boat, but seriously, their indifference is on another level.
> └ 3333 I knew they were serious when they just shot them down without a second thought…
> └ It’s not even a shot down anymore; it’s like they’re just blasting them out of the sky with a cannon.
—
**@kang_HD**
**Came to see the kids.**
**There really are a lot of people here,**
**but maybe because I’m used to festivals, it’s bearable.**
*(Photo of the guerrilla concert venue)*
—
**@ice_ciu**
**#RT #rt #MiroMaze**
**#GuerrillaConcert #JungSiwoo #Sugingi**
**Posting this after receiving it via DM!**
**Facing the stage, on the left side (9 o’clock),**
**they found it around 2 PM at Hisoka Cafe.**
**Looking for the owner who lost their Sugingi!**
*(Photo of a Jung Siwoo plush doll)*
—
>[ㄱㅅㅍ Holy, today’s guerrilla concert MC]
>**Enderway’s Choi Yeonwoo and Park Woong.**
*(Photo of Park Woong and Choi Yeonwoo greeting fans on a phone camera)*
>- Oh.
>- Holy.
>- Ahhh, Yeonwoo!
>- Crazy, can we really see Choi Yeonwoo and Seo Taehyun together today?
>- I’m at the venue, and Yeonwoo seems to be the MC! Woong is here in plain clothes and without makeupㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
>- Ha… did Woong just come along because someone promised to buy him something tasty?
> └ It… makes sense!
> └ If it’s our Woong, that’s possible.
> └ What do Enderviews even think of Park Woong?
> └ But remember, our Woong… once followed a senior into the jungle just because they promised to buy him something tasty…
> └ Ah, crazyㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
> └ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Seriously???
> └ Which senior???
> └ **Utopia’s Yoon Jinu.**
> └ Ah…..okay.
> └ Why do you accept it so easily?
—
Amid everyone’s expectations, attention, and concerns, the guerrilla concert finally kicked off.
It started about 30 minutes later than originally planned due to some streaming errors on iTube during the initial broadcast.
>- It’s happening, it’s happening!!!
>- Aahhh!
>- The voting is open!!!
>- ♥Vote for the godly, cute Park Jaeyoung♥
>- Plz eng subbbbb
>- Saya mendukungnya. Dia adalah orang spesial yang harus debut.
—
In the late afternoon, as the heat began to subside slightly, Choi Yeonwoo from Enderway, as previously spoiled, took the stage with a soft glow of the lights shining down.
“Hello, Destiny.”
Choi Yeonwoo greeted with his dandy voice, and the fans at the scene cheered loudly.
Since it was an outdoor guerrilla concert, Choi Yeonwoo wore a casual daily look rather than a neat suit. He fanned himself lightly as if he was feeling a bit hot.
“Maybe it’s because of your enthusiasm, but I’m already feeling too warm. Have you all been waiting long?”
““Yes―!!””
“The stage that will blow away all that waiting is coming up next, featuring our Miro Maze trainees. I’m really looking forward to it too. But first, I should introduce myself.”
Holding the microphone and cue card in one hand, Choi Yeonwoo used his other hand to give Enderway’s signature hand sign.
“One, two, three, Make my way! Hello. I’m Choi Yeonwoo, the immovable center of Enderway. Today, I’m here to host the Miro Maze guerrilla concert in place of Seo Taeil sunbae.”
His smooth introduction and lead-in earned another round of cheers and applause.
As Choi Yeonwoo set the mood with his simple opening remarks, another Enderway member was greeting the Miro Maze trainees at a waiting tent set up in the parking lot, a bit away from the stage.
“Hello!”
“Hello, sunbae-nim!”
“Oh, hello, everyone.”
Enderway’s main rapper, Park Woong, approached each trainee with a big, friendly smile, offering a handshake to each of them.
Among the trainees, some already knew him due to their long training periods, and they greeted him with hugs. All of this was captured by the cameras.
“I wanted to bring you something tasty, but Yeonwoo kept saying it would be too hectic here, so I couldn’t bring anything! What a shame.”
As expected of the man who secured his spot as a gourmet and regular guest on cooking shows with just his ‘Park Woong’s Broadcasting Station Food List.’
From his first words, Park Woong lamented the fact that he couldn’t start with food talk, his expression full of regret.
“There’s this really delicious madeleine place nearby. I really wanted to bring you some…. If any of you want the name of the place, just let me know. You should really try it sometime. It’s seriously the best.”
‘…What’s with this guy?’
Kang Hajin’s first impression of Park Woong was rather intense.
It was understandable since a currently active idol, busy wrapping up activities and preparing for a tour, had come all the way here just to see his juniors and only talked about food.
Of course, Hajin had heard plenty about how serious Park Woong was about food.
He remembered a friend from school who worked on Enderway’s concert team once whining that it was harder to cater to Park Woong’s tastes than to stay up all night for concert rehearsals.
>[System Alert: Huh…. Isn’t this just celebrity power abuse?]
‘It’s not like he demanded freshly brewed coffee from Italy that wouldn’t cool down. Liking certain snacks and coffee brands doesn’t even qualify as abuse.’
Hajin’s friend didn’t genuinely hate Park Woong either.
In this line of work, that kind of talk was just like saying, ‘Ugh, this client is so toughㅠㅠ,’ something you just vent about and move on.
But seeing him in person, Hajin couldn’t help but think that this guy might really ask for freshly brewed coffee straight from Italy. He seemed that serious about food.
“…Anyway, we have a lot of hidden gems around our company, too. But we’re moving to a new office soon, so it’s a bit sad. I wanted to pass on all my favorite spots to you!”
“……”
“By the way, I heard you guys are using the new building for your dorms! Have you tried any of the restaurants nearby? Any recommendations?”
“…Ah, we mostly use the company cafeteria or eat diet meal boxes.”
“What? Really? Ah, that’s a shame. I guess you’re all managing your weight strictly these days.”
Trying to keep up with this dizzying conversation, Jung Siwoo barely managed to respond as the group’s representative.
Park Woong sighed sincerely, unable to hide his disappointment. The Enderway manager standing behind him couldn’t help but rub his forehead at Woong’s food-obsessed chatter.
‘Why is it that this company doesn’t have a single easygoing person?’
Hajin used to think only Utopia members were like this, but now he was starting to wonder if Enderway didn’t have any normal people either.
Was it something in the company’s history?
With that question in mind, Hajin resolved to ask Woong for the name of that madeleine shop later.
>[System Alert: The system laments that the Fixed Regressor isn’t much different in terms of not being normal….]
>[System Alert: (Shakes head)]
—
Just as the food talk seemed like it would continue forever, the production crew finally intervened.
The main writer, who had been watching Woong chat with his (future) juniors with a satisfied smile, stepped in when they felt enough footage had been captured.
“Woong, I think it’s time to proceed with what we discussed earlier.”
“Oh, is it? Yes, yes, got it.”
‘What discussion?’
Hajin thought Woong was just here to cheer them on, but it
seemed he had been given a mission by the production crew while he was here. No wonder he had a mic on.
After idly chatting about food, Woong received a bottle of water from his manager and lightly wet his throat.
He removed the hoodie and cap he was wearing, quickly checked his appearance, and cleared his throat a few times before clapping his hands to create a natural cut point.
“I’m here today in your waiting room to deliver some important information.”
What was that detachable capitalist voice?
Just a moment ago, he was slurring his words and speaking in a higher pitch. But after clapping, Woong’s voice became surprisingly clear and precise as he continued.
Just from that, Hajin could understand why Woong held the position of main rapper in Enderway, even with three other rappers in the group.
“All of you have likely prepared special effects and stage setups for your performances in advance through consultations with the production team, correct?”
“…Yes.”
…No way.
As Woong slowly smiled and mentioned stage setups, the trainees instinctively sensed something ominous.
Right. It was true that something felt a bit off as they prepared their stages this time.
After almost three months of participating in the survival show, the trainees were starting to develop a certain mindset: ‘Here we go again with these broadcasting station folks.’
‘But surely, not just a day before, but right before going on stage?’
‘What’s the big deal? It’s not like they’re giving us more. They’re probably just taking something away.’
As the trainees swung between ‘Surely not?’ and ‘Please, no,’ Woong shattered their hopeful delusions with his bright expression.
“But you won’t be able to use those stage setups as they are!”
‘You crazy production maniacs, what’s wrong with you…!’
From the back, Hajin glared at Writer Go, who was covering her face with the script. Even if the camera caught it, it didn’t matter. It would just end up with some captions like “What’s with these broadcasting folks?” and scenes of shocked, betrayed trainees.
Right beside him, Dan Haru also looked at Woong with the expression of a baby bunny warrior who had lost their one true carrot to a trusted comrade.
‘To think this innocent one might be the Chosen Regressor. I really need to catch that damned regressor….’
Now that he thought about it, what was he supposed to do after finding the Chosen Regressor?
As that question popped into his mind, Hajin tilted his head in thought.
But just as he was about to ponder it further, Woong’s next words came.
‘I should clean up this quest nicely and head back into the subconscious space soon.’
Recalling the quest he had taken to offset the side effects of entering the subconscious space, Hajin refocused on the filming.
‘At most, it’s probably just some simple mini-game to win stage effects. They can’t give out perks since half the trainees are already Wings, so….’
“You will now have to earn your stage elements through a special mission.”
See? I was right.
They’ll probably announce some short mini-mission that can be done in the waiting room for about ten minutes. Something small, like a ladder game, hacky sack, or speed quiz.
Feeling smug about his experience as a former variety show PD, Hajin was about to bask in his prediction when Woong continued.
“The success of this mission! Depends entirely on Destiny.”
“…What?”
What kind of insane production staff… what have they prepared this time…?