Devil's Music

A music studio in Cheongdam-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul.

In front of a small, three-story building made of red bricks, the words “Studio Experience” were embossed on a luxurious black stone sign.

The recording studio on the second floor was a separate floor between the recording space and the producer's workspace, and the interior of the bright wooden wall was luxurious. The producer workspace was equipped with several Ems and two PCs, with a man in his mid-30s talking to his mid-30s engineer and producer.

Yong, an OST professional producer, said in a slightly annoying tone.

“Oh, that sucks. What's his name? How dare you punk a newcomer? ”

This year's eighth engineer, Silver Votes, rebuked with a bitter smile.

“Here's your name. Giant reel.”

Yongtae takes the piece of paper that the silver star is looking at and puts it in the trash.

“When this other bastard rises, I'll lose the business in my hands. A god who doesn't bleed to death with a punk in his head? The wanderers in Hongdae don't know the difference between freedom and arrogance.

The show starts in two weeks, and then what am I supposed to do? Isn't that Reel from his fishing trip? Shiva's a real Giant Reel, asshole. "

The silver star tapped the back of the dragon as if to be patient.

“What can I do? I don't think I'll live to see you do this. But you said you were bringing a kid to sing today. I'll have to decide what to do with him, but I'd like you to record it. ”

Yong Tai searched his pocket and pulled out a cigarette and asked.

“Hey, Kopirida Kopiri. I think he's bringing a kid to sing in his choir room. It's a TV show. Don't you know TV? It's a cable, but it's a big drama show. If I record it on a high fly and it doesn't come in quality, PD will definitely be on it. What about my career?"

The silver star smiled and said.

“Well, still, bro. You're not the one who stops, you're the one who hears it like a pro. Would you bring anyone? Let's take a look. ”

Yongtae said, lighting a cigarette.

“I wouldn't have listened if I wasn't a human being. He's been with me since middle school, and my dad scored a record. That's why musical common sense is more than me. You have good ears. That's why I gave you time. ”

The silver star nods and pushes the ashtray away.

“Yes, brother. I'm not looking forward to it, but I'm sure you'll find someone who can record it. ”

At that time, the phone rings.

JellyLily.

Yongtae answered the phone with a cigarette.

“Oh, is that you? Oh, first floor. Hold on. I'll be right down. ”

Yongtae took a cigarette and went down the stairs.

The door on the first floor has a door lock that only the officials have to recognize to open, so Tai Tai needs to go down to open the door directly. The eyes of the first floor door open with character and gun.

Yongtae gladly shook hands with him.

“It's been a while? Last time I went out drinking soju at Gangnam's Steamed House, right?

A couple months? ”

He smiled and looked at the situation.

“Yes, you son of a bitch, how are you? ”

“Don't tell me. The rookie on the OST is punctured, so the silver star and my ass are on fire. But that's him? You're so tall. What's your name?"

The gun lowers its head slightly and politely greets you with a raised face.

“Hello producer. It's called Kim Gun.

Yong-tae reaches out to share his handshake with the case, then looks at the case face in horror. The gun grabs his hand, but his jaw falls open, and he can't take his eyes off the gun.

When he saw such a situation, he smiled and said.

“Son of a bitch, I was like that at first. He was so handsome, so handsome. Hey, hey, come on, man. How long are you going to keep us out? Let's go in! ”

Yong Tai barely regained his senses and took the two to the second floor. When he opened the door to the second floor workshop, Silver Star greeted him with a greeting as he recognized him, and he could not keep his mouth shut when he saw that he had come up late.

“Is that him or someone you want to record with today? I think I should be in a drama, not an OST. ”

Yongtae also said, looking at the handsome case again.

“I see. I've seen a lot of idols and actors, but I've never seen such a handsome boy. Don't you feel like a handsome, pretty boy or something? and the atmosphere.”

He nodded and said, "Do you agree with Silver Votes?"

“It's true, it's kind of degenerative, but you have good eyes and... you have complex charm. ”

Gun was ashamed of his appearance and was embarrassed between the two of them. He looked at them and said, banging on his desk.

“Hey, hey, what are you doing? If the singer came, would you give him a musical boomerang? Shouldn't we be talking about music? Don't you see I'm ashamed of her? ”

In the words of a comforting figure, he smiled and handed over three documents to Gun.

“Sorry, sorry. Here's the sheet music to record today. Behind you is the drama synopsis. You have to know the drama before you can express your feelings, so be sure to look carefully at the synopsis. Sit back on the couch and look, we don't have a lot of time, so get a quick look, and ask if you have any questions right away. ”

The gun grabbed the documents with both hands and sat on the couch.

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