From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 291: Editing

Dayo still stayed at Min-Jae’s office as they discussed about few other things since Dayo was available Min-Jae made sure to use Dayo’s head and asked questions on how to solve few problems that were giving him tough time.

Dayo was standing near the shelf, skimming through a printed schedule when his phone vibrated in his hand.

He glanced at the screen.

Jang-Wook.

He exhaled once and stepped toward the door.

"I’ll be right back," he said casually.

Min-Jae looked up. "Work?"

"Always," Dayo replied, already halfway out. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He closed the door behind him and answered the call.

"Jang-wook."

On the other end, Janwook let out a small laugh. "I was hoping you’d pick up."

"You caught me at a good time," Dayo said. "What’s going on?"

"It’s not an emergency," Janwook replied, his tone measured. "But we’ve run into a few things on the project. Early-stage decisions. Stuff we could technically handle, but... it’s your film so i decided why not hear from the horses mouth."

Dayo leaned against the wall. "I thought I hired competent people."

"You did," Janwook said quickly. "This is about precision, not competence."

"And also you’re Perfectionist so I don’t want a situation were we would have to do any edit we have passed."

Dayo smiled faintly. "Perfectionism again?"

"From you?" Jang Wook ook scoffed. "I learned from the best."

There was a brief pause, then Jang-Wook continued, more serious now.

"There are some sequence transitions and a major set-piece edit that I’d rather not finalize without you seeing it. Especially the train collision scene."

Dayo straightened slightly. "Is it broken?"

"No," Janwook admitted. "But it can be better."

Dayo sighed. "How long?"

"That depends," Jang-Wook said honestly. "If you come in and look at it, we could resolve it fast. Or we could go back and forth for days."

Dayo didn’t hesitate. "I’ll come by."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes."

"Good," Janwook said. "I’ll clear the morning."

The call ended.

Dayo stood there for a second longer, phone still in his hand, before heading back inside.

Min-Jae noticed his expression immediately. "Let me guess," he said. "More work."

"Editing," Dayo replied, grabbing his jacket. "We’ll have to push the start of the music sessions."

Dayo noticed and turned to her. "Nothing’s canceled," he said calmly. "Just delayed by a day."

Min-Jae nodded. "I’ll let her know."

"Also," Dayo added, "tell Yura to stay on standby. I’ll send material tonight."

Min-Jae blinked looking at the time as it was already late. "Tonight?"

"Yes," he said. "Lyrics. References. Some structure notes. I want her to be familiar with the sound before we start."

Min-Jae nodded slightly. "I’ll let her know ans prepare ahead."

Dayo nodded once. "And focus on English pronunciation. We’ll be mixing languages."

Min-Jae eyes widened just a little, but nodded again. "I understand."

Dayo grabbed his things and left.

That night, his apartment was quiet.

Too quiet.

Dayo sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, laptop open, headphones resting around his neck. The city lights outside reflected faintly on the glass, but his attention was locked onto the screen.

Twelve tracks.

That was the number he’d settled on.

He sketched the structure quickly.

Six tracks heavily centered on Yura.

One shared lead track.

Four collaborative features.

One solo single — his anchor.

He played in his mind reference tracks softly in the background, not copying, just studying patterns. Korean pop, R&B fusion, mid-tempo ballads, stripped-down instrumentals. He paid attention to vocal space, syllable flow, where Yura’s tone would sit best.

And slowly he started to member songs that would suite Yura’s tone that of course with the help of the system skill perfect match he made sure to look foe song that wasn’t less than 95% match and it took a while but he did.

"She doesn’t need power," he muttered to himself. "She needs clarity."

He began writing Lyrics with intent and tuning it.

Clean phrasing. Breathing room. Emotional direction without being heavy-handed.

By the time the clock read 1:42 a.m., he had drafts for all twelve tracks.

He sent the files to Min-Jae with a short message:

Forward the highlighted ones to Yura.

Have her review pronunciation and mood only.

No pressure and the remaining I would pick artist that would work on them with me.

Then he leaned back, closed his eyes for a moment, and smiled.

Work again.

He’d missed this.

***

Morning came fast.

Dayo arrived at the editing studio earlier than planned, coffee in hand, eyes alert despite the short sleep. Jang Wook ook was already there, sleeves rolled up, glasses perched low on his nose.

"Good morning," Janwook said.

"Show me the problem," Dayo replied.

They stepped into the editing room.

The editor—a quiet man with sharp eyes and the posture of someone who lived in timelines and frames—stood up immediately.

"Good morning, sir."

"Relax," Dayo said. "Sit."

The editor hesitated, then obeyed.

The train collision sequence played on the screen. It was good. Clean. Professional.

But Dayo frowned slightly.

"Pause," he said.

Janwook did.

Dayo stepped forward. "This cut is too safe."

The editor blinked. "Safe?"

"You’re protecting the audience," Dayo continued. "I want impact. Delay the sound by half a beat. Let the silence scare them."

Jang Wook ook’s eyes widened. "That’s risky."

"So was the script," Dayo replied.

He took the chair.

"You don’t mind?" the editor asked, stunned.

"Watch," Dayo said.

His hands moved confidently.

He adjusted frames, trimmed transitions, layered sound effects with precision. The room grew quiet. Janwook leaned closer. The editor forgot to breathe.

"You... edit?" the editor finally asked.

Dayo didn’t look up. "Among other things."

Minutes passed.

When the sequence replayed, the difference was undeniable.

The silence before impact.

The delayed sound.

The emotional weight.

Jang-Wook exhaled slowly. "That’s... terrifying."

The editor stared. "I didn’t know directors did this."

"They don’t," Dayo said calmly. "I do."

He stood up and stepped aside. "Your turn. I’ll guide."

The editor nodded eagerly.

For the next hour, Dayo explained every decision not lecturing, just sharing logic. By the time they finished, the sequence felt alive the editor had an S+ Talent and he had just and A so that was why he just explained as hw would do it better.

Jang-Wook shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder if there’s something wrong with your brain."

Dayo smirked. "People have checked."

"Seriously," Janwook continued. "Are you human?"

"Most days," Dayo replied.

They laughed.

As Dayo headed out, his phone buzzed.

A message from Min-Jae.

She read the lyrics.

She’s nervous.

But excited.

Dayo typed back.

Good.

Tell her we start tomorrow.

He slipped the phone into his pocket.

The album was moving.

The film was also moving now he had work to do which made him.more happy.

And for the first time in weeks—

Dayo felt exactly where he was supposed to be.