God of Music

The passionate DJ of Carl Crack continued for over an hour.

‘The pinnacle of Eurottiles. ’

Kang Yoon shrugged his shoulders and admired the DJ of Carl Crack.

Unlike the American style that emphasized the groove, his style was Euro style that resonated with the colorful EDM.

Recently, many people, like Korean club musicians, were eager to dance under the spectacular lights and buy empathy.

"Is silver this common? ’

Kang Yoon smiled as he watched the silver light that distinguished him from the Psychic Light.

When Kang Yoon was thinking about the light of music, Ojiwan told her to enjoy the music, including Seohyun, who was very nervous, but she could not relax.

The colorful music slowly subsides, and Carl Crack bows his head with his hands engraved with tattoos.

“Kamsa. ”

“Waaaahhh----!!!! ”

The DJ of Carl Crack is over.

With the cheers of those who burned themselves all over, he disappeared somewhere with a staff member in a suit.

Soon, the club music covered the hall with flashy lights.

“He'll be here soon. ”

Kang Yoon called the employee and whispered something in his ear.

A fairly long order lifted the fan, and after taking the order he disappeared into gunfire.

After the employee left, Ojiwan's producer asked.

“Is something wrong? ”

“I ordered a cocktail. ”

“That's a pretty long order for a cocktail...”

When Ojiwan producer expressed his question.

I lost the man-shaped shadow on the table.

Turning to the popularity, Carl Crack, a black DJ, stands at the table.

The group gets up and hits him.

[I've been waiting for you, Carl. It's a pleasure to meet you.]

[Are you Kang-yoon? I heard Carrie's pretty tall... but she's smaller than I thought.]

From the beginning, I felt a twinkle in the eyes of Han Yoon's rude words.

However, Kang Yun replied softly before she stepped forward.

[Unfortunately, Carl, not as big as you.]

[... I like being four. Carl Crack.]

He raised his hand in a loud voice and grabbed Kang Yun's hand.

Kang Yoon soon introduced Ojiwan producer and Seo Han Yoo.

[This is Ojiwan, our producer, and this is...]

[Ah, there you go. You're the only one I care about.]

I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could feel the black man's eyes ignoring them.

Ojiwan and Seo Han-kyu felt something boiling in their breasts.

However, I couldn't say anything, but Kang Yoon stepped out first.

[... Carl. Ignoring them is like ignoring me.]

[Ho.]

The blade cracks open with white eyes.

It was like a provocation to keep trying.

The atmosphere was strange from the beginning, and Seo Yoo and Oh Ji-wan's producers were rather nervous.

‘PD, something's wrong. ’

‘Let me see. ’

Kang Yun's eyes sank, and the atmosphere of the table became frozen in a flash as Carl Crack laughed.

[I know Carl doesn't like Asians, but I don't want to talk to him.]

Kang Yoon said without hesitation.

You raise your eyes and your tail as if you won't even crack your knife.

So?]

[There's no reason for us to be together like this.]

There was a spark between them.

I couldn't understand it, but Seongju and Ojiwan producers could feel the atmosphere getting weirder and weirder.

Only the noisy music grazed my ear.

Then.

[Hahahahahahahahaha!!!]

Carl Crack suddenly bursts into laughter.

[Hahahaha!! Good. That's what Carrie told me. I like your guts.]

[.....]

[Yes, a man should have this kind of guts!!]

What a bipolar patient this looks like.

Ojiwan and Seo Han-kyu were increasingly questioning.

But no matter what they think, Carl Crack reveals his white teeth to Kang Yun.

[The Eastern Monkeys, the children are fragile together. I've only seen one punch, but it's a little different. I'm not afraid. It won't shake.]

[How can we be together...]

[You don't even support it. Hahaha.]

Despite Kang Yun's ridicule, he did not stop laughing as if he did not care.

MyFace was Carrie Claudia and Guyana Fangbag.

For a long time, he smiled and drew his gaze. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

[The one you want on my team, her?]

He gives you a sudden headline, but he's not embarrassed that he's adapted to a man named Carl Crack.

[Yes.]

[I hate Asian women. Didn't Carrie tell you?]

[If this doesn't work... let's talk about what we never talked about.]

When Kang Yun tried to get up from his seat, he raised his hand.

[Huh.]

He grabbed Kang Yun's wrist and continued talking.

[... put in an Asian chick like that to participate in UKF. Hmm.]

[Seo Han Yoo.]

[But you can't do that. Make a name for yourself, prove it.]

[But you still call me by my name.]

When Kang Yun and Carl Crack were fighting, they brought the cocktails that the staff had just ordered.

When I saw the colorful cocktails mixed with coffee and white milk, Carl cracked his face brightened.

[Ow!! Orgasm!! Around!!]

It was Carl Crack's favorite cocktail, which tasted delicious and sweet.

“Oh, orgasm?! ”

Seo Han Yoo, who didn't know much about cocktails, blushed his face.

Ojiwan's producer laughed and told him why.

“Han Yoo, that cocktail is called an orgasm. ”

“Oh, yeah? ”

“Never heard of it? ”

“... Yes. ”

After all, Carl Crack quickly emptied half his cocktail and turned his eyes to Kang Yoon.

[Thank you. Monkeys make good cocktails.]

[... Phew.]

Although his words of speaking directly as Monkey were not adapted, Kang Yoon sighed and continued to talk with him.

How long are you staying?]

[A week. Then she too. Okay?]

After finishing the story briefly, he turned his eyes to Seo Yoon.

[There you are.]

Seo Han Yoo turned his eyes away, nervous about what he called himself.

[How long have you been DJ 'ing?]

Kang Yoon answered as he received an interpretation.

[Less than half a year ago.]

[Now, that was a little bit of a walk. Baby. Baby.]

Seo Han Yoo continued to talk to him, resisting his eyebrows twitching.

.

.

.

Kang Yun's party and Carl Crack's drinks continue overnight.

Carl Crack woke up with a cheerful face after ordering 5 more cocktails from Kang Yun.

[Heheheh. I look forward to the next one.]

It wasn't until 5: 00 in the morning that people left the club that the drink broke out.

Ojiwan's producer, who was dozing off at the Seohyun or table with sleepy eyes, just shook his head chasing his sleep.

Kang Yoon wakes everyone up after sending Carl Crack.

“Well done. Let's go. ”

After making the calculations, I came out of the club and welcomed them to a quiet dawn.

As I walked along the road, Seo Han Yoo asked.

“Ms. Grant, what team does Carl run? ”

Kang Yoon replied, tidying his hair blown by the wind.

“It's a composing team of about 10 people. It's a team that composes and weaves Carl Crack. There's producers, there's composers, there's engineers. ”

“Ah... I hear DJs in my country work a lot on their own...”

“Foreign countries tend to move in teams rather than individuals. I've cleared my schedule. Go and learn a lot. ”

“..... ”

Seo Han Yoo nodded.

There was nothing beyond the practice schedule, so it was not a big deal.

Then I wondered if she grabbed Kang Yun's arm.

“What's the matter? ”

“Well, if we keep playing, what does the company make money from? I don't have Mina...”

Kang Yoon laughed if Seo Han Yoo was big.

“Don't worry, I've got people and Jae-hoon for you. Instead, you're gonna have to think you're dead next year. ”

“In China?”

“Yes, especially you. ”

“Yes, don't worry. because I'm going to run twice, or three times as hard as anybody else. ”

Seo Han-kyu smiled with a confident smile as he turned his back on the moon.

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“Ms. Grant, you look exhausted. ”

Kang Yoon came down to the studio and handed him a piece of gum.

Kang Yoon thanked me and went straight to sleep.

“I think it's because I haven't slept much. ”

“No matter how good you are at your checkup, you can't do that. ”

Lee Hyun-ji was a Shinhwan minister.

In the morning, I showed Lee the results of my abandoned medical examination that everything was fine.

“Very well. The time will come. ”

“I know. I didn't want to see you again personally...”

Kang Yun replied with a smile as he grumbled in this area.

“If you look at it today, you may see something different. ”

“... if that's what the boss says. Oh, there you are. ”

A girl walked in with the studio door open.

It was Ishi Akina who made a good impression on people.

Kang Yun gladly raised his hand, but Lee Hyun was only holding his head tightly with his sinking eyes.

“Hello, Shen.”

“Hello.”

After a light greeting, Kang Yun immediately asked about the assignment he had texted last time.

[I sent you a song, right?]

[Yes, I was surprised to hear this song for the first time. I can't believe I'm putting on a show.]

[Are you ready?]

Kang Yun's question cautiously nods.

[I've been preparing... well. I don't think it's gonna be easy. I've never played before...]

[It's okay. It's just a simple gesture.]

Ishi Akina pushes the chair back and makes the surroundings empty.

Kang Yun listens to the remote control and plays the audio as she seems to be ready.

As the tranquil bass MR flowed, she sat down and began to sing.

[What I wouldn't give-- I want new life-]

The theme of the famous musical ‘New Life’ is New Life.

When the heroine got fired from her third job and was desperate, she was encouraged to get up again.

At first, there was a calm but increasingly emotional and willful difficulty.

‘You're immersed.’

Seeing Ishi Akina wandering around the studio like an actor, Kang Yoon noticed.

No, there was someone more surprised.

Was he that kid? ’

I thought you were a chatterbox.

I never thought I'd be hiding something like that.

I looked up to Kang Yun, but he was only smiling as faintly as usual.

‘I don't know what to think. ’

Lee Hyun-ji wrote down his thoughts with a questionable expression.

Kang Yoon raises her hand on her chin as her voice gradually rises and the white glow intensifies.

‘Munhee is definitely a special case. It's not uncommon for a trainee to shine silver. ’

I haven't studied music in earnest, but it's constantly white.

It was similar last time.

Today, the performance was not bad even after singing musical songs.

‘Your talents seem clear. ’

Not exceptional, but sure.

Ishi Akina was the result of an evaluation of a trainee.

Kang Yoon whispered to Lee Hyun.

What do you think?

‘Clearly, you're talented. Singing, acting. But… "

But?

I just don't like it. ’

Kang Yoon smiled at the moment.

‘No, Director. ’

‘It's just, yeah. You didn't like the first impression. That kind of personality, women don't like it. ’

When she felt that women were complicated, her song ended.

Kang Yoon said to Ishi Akina, who is sweating slightly on her forehead.

[Good work.]

[Thank you.]

[Obviously Miss Ishi is talented. What do you think? Do you want to make a deal with the world?]

Ishi Akina immediately backstepped behind the pressure of the contract.

Then Kang Yun asked her in a gentle tone.

[It won't be easy being a minor. Besides, this is a foreign country. I'm not asking you to decide right now. I'm asking you to write down an address. Talk to your parents, think about it, talk to them. And a week later. I want you to give me an answer.]

[... Okay.]

[Thank you for auditioning twice, Miss Ishi.]

Then Ishi Akina collapsed.

Kang Yun got up from his seat and brought water to her who was sitting on the floor.

In his consideration, the girl's eyes flashed and her heart hardened gradually.

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