From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 285: Last scene

The moment Dayo finally said, "That’s all for the movie," something broke loose on set.

For a split second, there was silence. Then it hit everyone at once.

Claps started from the back. Slow at first. Then louder. Then faster. Until the entire set exploded into applause. People were standing, clapping above their heads, some shouting, some laughing, some just shaking their heads in disbelief. After months of exhaustion, night shoots, reshoots, injuries, pressure, and tension, it was finally over.

Park stood where he was, breathing deeply, still half inside the emotion of the final scene. His daughter was beside him, holding his hand tightly, confused at first by the noise, then smiling when she realized everyone was cheering. The pregnant actress had her hands over her mouth, tears already streaming down her face. Crew members hugged each other openly. No one cared who was watching.

Dayo looked around slowly. He didn’t rush the moment. He let it breathe.

Then he clapped his hands loudly.

"Alright," he said, raising his voice just enough to cut through the noise. "Everybody."

The clapping slowly died down, though the smiles didn’t.

"Tonight," Dayo continued, a grin forming on his face, "everybody is getting drunk."

For a second, the words didn’t register.

Then the reaction hit.

A loud cheer went up. Whistles. Shouts.

"Director!"

"Say less!"

"All hail!"

"All hail!"

People laughed, chanting jokingly as if Dayo had just declared a national holiday.

"I’m serious," Dayo added, laughing now himself. "I’m taking everyone out. Call everybody. Cast, crew, assistants, drivers. Everyone that worked on this movie. We’re celebrating tonight."

The energy on set doubled instantly. Phones were already coming out. People were calling others who had stepped away earlier, telling them not to go home. Someone yelled that this was the first time in years a production had actually finished on schedule. Another shouted that this movie nearly killed them twice.

Park walked up to Dayo and pulled him into a brief, firm hug.

"I still can’t believe we’re done," Park said quietly.

Dayo nodded. "Me too." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Min-Jae smiled and hugged Dayo. "Well done you have completed your first ever movie."

Dayo smiled realizing what Min-Jae said was true and he basked in that feeling of creating something.

As the set began to clear officially, the atmosphere felt different. Lighter. The pressure that had sat on everyone’s shoulders for months was gone. Cameras were being packed away, lights turned off, props returned, but nobody was rushing anymore. People were moving slowly, talking, laughing, replaying moments from the shoot.

A group of crew members stood near the monitors, shaking their heads.

"My God," one of them said. "I really didn’t think we’d finish this movie."

"Same," another replied. "Especially after the train crash scene."

Park’s daughter ran around briefly, showing everyone her little hand, proudly explaining how she had "survived zombies" in the movie. The adults laughed and played along.

Not long after, everyone moved out together.

The celebration spot wasn’t far. A large place, already arranged earlier without most people knowing. By the time they arrived, drinks were already being brought out. Tables were pushed together. Music played in the background, loud enough to feel alive but not overwhelming.

The first round didn’t even take five minutes.

Glasses clinked. Bottles opened. Laughter filled the space.

"To the end!" someone shouted.

"To survival!" another added.

"To Director Dayo!" someone yelled loudly.

Dayo raised his glass briefly but didn’t make a speech. He didn’t need to. The moment spoke for itself.

As the night went on, people loosened up. Some danced. Some sat in corners talking about scenes they struggled with. Others argued playfully about which part of the movie would scare audiences the most.

Park sat with a few cast members, drinking slowly. He wasn’t trying to get drunk fast. He just kept smiling, the kind of smile that comes when a heavy burden finally lifts.

"I still feel like I’m going to wake up tomorrow and we’ll be shooting again," he said.

One of the crew laughed. "No. This time, it’s real."

Meanwhile, several people were already very drunk. Loud laughter echoed from one end of the room. Someone tried to recreate a zombie walk and nearly fell over. Someone else filmed it, already planning to post it later.

Dayo watched everything quietly for a moment, then stepped aside and made a phone call.

"Yes," he said into the phone. "Bring the cars now."

He had already planned it.

He knew how these things went. A lot of people were going to drink more than they should. He wasn’t about to let anyone drive themselves home.

The taxi company he had contacted earlier already had the list. Addresses, names, shared apartments. Everything.

About an hour later, drivers started arriving outside one by one.

Quietly, without making it a big deal, Dayo and a few assistants began organizing people. Those living together were grouped. Those who could barely stand were gently guided out, laughing and protesting jokingly.

"Director, I’m fine!"

"No, you’re not," someone replied, laughing.

Keys were taken. Bags were handed over. Doors closed carefully.

One by one, cars drove off, each carrying someone safely home.

Eventually, the crowd thinned.

Only a few people remained.

Dayo stood outside for a moment, watching the last taxi disappear down the road. The night air was cool. For the first time in a long while, he felt truly still.

She stepped up beside him.

Min-ji.

"Thank you again," she said calmly.

Dayo smiled. "No problem."

They stood there briefly, neither speaking.

She hesitated before saying . "You know... the others. The people who jumped on the offer."

Dayo understood immediately.

He shook his head slowly. "Yeah they would but i am a persin of principle."

She looked at him, waiting.

"Don’t get me wrong," Dayo continued evenly. "You’re beautiful. And yes, under different circumstances, maybe I would have engaged."

She stayed silent, listening.

"But the manner of it," he said, choosing his words carefully, "I didn’t like it."

Her expression softened slightly.

"If someone approaches me because of who I am, because of the work, because of pressure, or because they think I owe them something," Dayo went on, "I’m not interested. Not like that."

She nodded slowly.

"Any movie i am amking ," he added, "is built on trust. I won’t take advantage of anyone or favours if you’re not worthy of the role, and I won’t let anyone think they need to trade something to earn respect."

She looked surprised, then... relieved.

"I appreciate that," she said quietly.

Dayo nodded. "If things had been approached differently, maybe it would have been different. But not like this."

There was no tension. No argument.

Just honesty.

She smiled again, genuinely this time. "I understand."

They stood there a bit longer before heading their separate ways.

By the time Dayo finally got into his car, the streets were quiet.

The movie was done.

Now it was time to see if it would sell as ir did or more.