– I’m looking to hire a YouTube editor.
– The part about revenue is a sensitive issue, so let’s meet in person to discuss it. If anyone is interested, please apply via my email.
Click-click.
– Regarding the revenue…
– Let’s meet in person to discuss it.
Creak.
– Let’s meet in person to…
Click.
– Let’s meet in person…
Click.
– Let’s meet in person…
It’s a dark room.
The windows are covered with blackout curtains, making it impossible to distinguish between day and night.
A woman sits in front of a computer, diligently manipulating something.
The voice on the screen begins to repeat what the woman has made it say.
The voice, which lasts about 20 seconds, diminishes with every click of the mouse.
From 20 seconds to 10 seconds, and from 10 seconds to 5 seconds.
The voice of the broadcaster Mollu gets chopped up.
As if the goal was to listen to only a specific part repeatedly, the voice reduced to about 5 seconds made the woman smile with satisfaction as she set her hand down from the mouse.
“Meeting in person…”
The woman exhaled and leaned back.
How long had she been sitting like this? Her whole body felt sluggish.
She couldn’t even remember when she started.
As usual, after stretching a bit, she checked her inbox.
Sent Mail.
It was the application email sent with a flutter of excitement before Mollu announced she was looking for an editor.
The woman checked the email she had sent once more, verifying there were no missing parts.
Video quality.
Appealing to fan sentiments.
Highlighting experience.
She had successfully sent the email as planned, yet she felt this anxious.
Should she attach another video she made and send the email once more?
Coincidentally, Mollu had just finished editing the driving segment played yesterday.
No, that might seem desperate.
In her view, the streamer Mollu likes things to be succinct and neat.
Not clingy or needy.
If Mollu liked clinginess, she would have crawled on the floor multiple times.
Creeeak—
What if she isn’t selected?
Feeling anxious, the woman habitually bit her nails, closed the mailbox, and accessed another site.
It was the Eo War gallery she now checked at least once a day.
A mysterious community where the discussions primarily revolved around the streamer Mollu.
<Is she really hiring an editor?>
ㅇㅇ: Finally, she’s heard our plea. Please launch a YouTube channel and post Eo War videos. I’ll watch whenever I have time.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: It’s clear she’s lurking in the gallery, haha. Not only about the editor, but from the last drinking stream, she seemed to know most of the gossip in the gallery.
ㄴ ㅇㅇ: Mollu is a popular streamer.
<How many views would someone like Mollu get on YouTube?>
There hasn’t been anyone with her style until now, so I can’t really gauge it, haha. Wouldn’t she hit 100,000 views easily?
ㄴㅇㅇ: Does 100,000 sound like nothing to you? Streaming live and YouTube are different.
ㄴㅇㅇ: Still, with someone like Mollu, I bet there will be tons of applicants. It’s clear she’ll do well once she starts on YouTube.
The comments attached to each post.
As the woman went through them one by one, she frowned.
Comments suggesting there would indeed be many applicants.
It seemed most gallery users agreed, as there were quite a few likes.
While she somewhat agreed with that sentiment, she refrained from liking.
The more applicants there were, the further the woman’s ideal vision became.
She wasn’t lacking in skills, though.
In fact, she was very confident.
If they were to compete solely based on editing skills, she didn’t think she would lose.
What she was worried about was a different aspect.
No matter how skilled an editor was, once they reached a certain level of competence, to the eyes of the public, everything would look fine.
She didn’t think Mollu’s standards would be such rough holes… but you never know.
What if the crowd overwhelmed Mollu and she couldn’t recognize her?
What if another person was hired as the editor instead of her?
But I liked her first.
I recognized Mollu’s charm first.
The fact that I turn speechless when flustered.
The smacking sounds I make when rotating matchmaking.
How many times I swallow when drinking water—all of it.
These are facts only I know.
I subscribed first, chatted first, and even promoted in the community…
It was when the woman’s anxiety peaked that she noticed a bothersome post.
<Why are you all sucking up to Mollu so much? Haha>
Do you really think you can just broadcast without caring about the viewers and spout boring jokes, then get praised? You guys are such sheep!
“What the hell…”
Naturally, her fingers flew to the keyboard, but the woman calmed herself down.
She almost let a curse word slip, but she became aware of her position.
She was using the same nickname on both the Switch and the Eo War gallery.
Since being identified as Mollu’s manager by a single nickname, she couldn’t act impulsively.
It could be a hassle for Mollu if any controversy arose.
But she couldn’t just ignore such an unpleasant comment.
She composed a response, pushing down her feelings as politely as possible.
Rain: If you don’t like it, don’t watch.
That should be acceptable.
It was a fairly typical curt comment from the gallery.
Her anger subsided a bit, and she felt a little more at peace.
She quietly smiled as she saw her comment receiving likes.
Suddenly—
A window popped up at the top of the screen.
Startled by the unexpected notification, the woman opened the window to check its contents.
New mail (1)
Sender: Mollru
Mail, an email has arrived.
The woman’s eyes widened in surprise upon checking the notification.
She was about to scream in joy, but quickly shut her mouth, letting her eyes roll around anxiously.
The awaited news had arrived, but whether it was good news or not was still uncertain.
She wouldn’t know anything until she checked the contents of the email.
They could have also sent a message saying, “You cannot join us.”
If it was the streamer Mollu she knew, it was entirely possible.
With her body tensed in nervousness, the woman moved her trembling fingers to the mouse.
*
“What’s all this…?”
I stared at the inbox that was overflowing.
Countless emails titled [Editor Application] lined up.
These were the applications that had come to me since yesterday’s broadcast.
What could I have done to receive so many applications?
I didn’t think I was a particularly attractive source as a broadcaster.
It seems the opinions of professional editors differ.
Maybe I… could actually be something impressive?
Ahem.
I cleared my throat quietly to refocus my attention.
Confidence is always a double-edged sword.
These people must have applied because they are my fans.
If that’s the case, then all these people applied purely out of their fan sentiments for me.
That was also a pleasant thought.
I started reading through the applications one by one.
From the ones filled with praise about me to those that analyzed me from head to toe and confidently stated they could help grow the YouTube channel.
There was a variety of mail.
It was my first time working with a business partner since starting my broadcasts.
Given that I was hiring someone like that, I had to be cautious.
I evaluated the applicants based on my own strict criteria.
The most important thing was certainly editing skill.
It wasn’t about effects or subtitles in the videos.
Those were merely personal editing style differences and couldn’t really be judged as good or bad.
What is the most essential element for an editor?
How well they can cook up the provided video source, that is, ‘me’.
So, how compelling and attractive the videos made about me are.
In that respect,
All the applicants I had seen thus far were disqualified.
The videos were entertaining.
The editing inserted here and there was crisp.
But those videos wouldn’t have been significantly different even if I weren’t the one in them.
It felt like it wouldn’t be awkward at all, even if someone else was replaced instead of me.
I wanted a video that captured the characteristics of my broadcasts that only I could achieve, something that anyone would look at and think, “This feels like Mollu.”
There was just one.
A video like that.
I opened the application that had arrived the fastest, even before I could announce hiring an editor.
– The swordsman is a tier 1 agent.
– The waterfall most loved by the elders is-.
It was the video I found most ‘Mollu-like.’
A splendid Eo War play was at the forefront, yet the broadcasting element within shone brightly.
I liked that my clever jokes were edited in a way that made them enjoyable.
It might be a ridiculous thought, but it seemed as though the person who edited this video had fun while doing it.
The editor was chosen.
With my own standards, I had carefully selected.
I read Rain’s application once more.
– From the moment I saw you for the first time, I knew you were the one. This feeling of falling in love at first sight—
I wondered if this excessive fan sentiment was what led to her video being created.
It felt a bit burdensome that they seemed to like me overly much.
But well, it should be fine.
I sent a reply saying I wanted to hire her as an editor.
