God of Music

God of Music

96.00 - Crisis and Opportunity together

Afternoon, the sound of a short rain dance hits the window.

The sound of gunfire fills the room. Moisturizing melody flowed, but Kang Yun's complexion became darker and darker.

Why? Why? '

It was black.

It was even the same sheet music that I played when I came here with Humphrey. The one that shined silver or even gold.

It was a good thing I wasn't in pain. Instead, chaos hit my head.

What's wrong? '

I played another song that I had created in the gap. The notes pour out and the light comes out.

It's different.

A black glow erupts. Kang Yoon takes his hand off the synthesizer. It was definitely white.

"Do you think this one will, too?"

I put in the CD. It was Kim Ji-min's song 'Speak Happy Day.' A white debut song.

"What?!"

I played the finished song, and a black light came out. Now my eyes were suspicious. I tried changing the speaker settings, pushing the computer, but nothing changed.

Time passed without income. It was the afternoon when the rain stopped.

I worked hard without going to work, but the black light did not change.

It was a futile result.

"I won't..."

There was no one in the house. I opened the refrigerator and took out cold water and drank it constantly.

On the schedule, Kim Jae-hoon was a local event and Hee-yoon was scheduled with a singer from GNB. Kim Ji-min and Park So-young, who were going in and out to work on the song, also did not appear to be nosy today.

Kang-yoon lay on the living room couch.

'What if this ability disappears?!'

I felt uneasy.

'No, it can't be.'

I shook my head hard.

The ability to create Lee Kang Yun, the current World President, disappears like this? My heart fluttered with desire for the world to crumble like a sandcastle. I closed my eyes to forget complex thoughts, but they didn't go away.

Ziing-Ziing.

My phone cried.

"Hello."

- It's me.

It was a familiar voice. Based on the liquid crystal, it was a Korean number starting with 010.

"Oh, it's Jua."

- Well, you should be.

Jua continues. She yells at you to greet you generously and asks you how you are.

- Do you have time tonight?

"Today? Are you in Korea?"

- I had something important last night. Brother, you must come out. You have to.

"Important work? What's going on?"

- Yes, you do. Like hell. Cocksucker!!

As always, I let go of the blush.

"I don't think I'll know until I see the schedule."

- You'll regret it if you don't.

"Regret?"

- Yeah, never. You'll know I'm a blimp when you get out.

There was no schedule. I left it all blank for composing. I had no reason to bounce. It was complicated.

Kang Yoon said yes. Joo quickly set up a meeting place and time and hung up.

"What's going on?"

I doubted it, but now it's gone. That's not the point.

Kang Yoon entered the room and started working again. I sighed with the music.

It was evening after hours without much progress.

Kang Yoon walked alone, looking at the directions sent by Jua.

"I would see you in a place like this."

The road to the road was an alleyway built by the building forest. Kang Yoon grumbled.

I knew why he said that. There was a place for celebrities to gather to avoid people's eyes. Soon, an unmarked iron gate appeared. He opened the door politely when he showed me the text from the phone he had received in advance from the doorman.

Unlike the rugged exterior, another landscape unfolded inside. From the TED Carpet, it was a high-end restaurant decorated with subtle lighting and antique ornaments.

With guidance from the staff, Kang Yoon entered the room.

"Hey, Kang Yuni."

"What is Kang Yuni, Kang Yuni...!!"

In response to Jua's prank, I noticed a black man next to her. I couldn't speak for a moment. There's someone in here...

"Hey, player."

"Heehee. I told you. I'm the belly button."

Jua gestures at the black man sitting with her. He got up from his seat and reached out to Kang Yun.

"Of course, it's Shamuel."

"Oh, hello."

A black man opens his white teeth and smiles, Kang Yoon also holds hands. It was a clear voice coming from the cave. I was shocked to meet the man who first showed me the golden stage, the world's greatest singer, Shauel Johnson, in Korea...

Jua, on the other hand, shrugged.

During the episode, there was an introduction and a short story.

Shamur said.

[Carl said: There was a producer in Korea with an unusual sense. Carl had a bad habit of treating Asians as monkeys, but he was a Korean producer. I'm curious.]

[Oops. Did Carl do that?]

[I heard you worked together at JMF. Kang Yoon used the beach buildings as lighting, right?]

[Hahaha. The staff has been through a lot thanks to you. I'm sorry we didn't make it to the end.]

Kang Yoon smiled beautifully. Shamur smiled. It was liquidated oil whether they did a lot of research in advance.

[The CEO of Management couldn't have been gone long. JMF brought out the best in us. They're using the lighting to stage the beach again this year. The person who's planning the show has to have this kind of influence.]

[It was not possible to do this alone. It was possible because they were together.]

[Hehe, is that so?]

Maindish. Steak, pasta and salad. Steaks blooming in ruins provoke salivary glands, but the shampoo doesn't touch the food.

[Kang Yoon.]

[Speak.]

[If I want to do this, can we do it together?]

Kang Yoon's whole body was stiffened. My heart is beating. I wonder if I heard it wrong or even my ears.

[I've been directing myself, but I can't think of anything. I've met a lot of designers, but no one's noticed. Kang-yoon, please.]

It even felt desperate, but Kang Yoon felt good.

The best singer in the world came all the way out here and asked himself to perform.

'I want to. Really.'

It didn't matter what the terms were. I wanted to stamp the contract shouting 'YES' right away. But there was a problem. Black. Black light from all the music. It grabbed my ankle.

[Shamur. Sorry. I...]

Before he could finish, Shamur puts out a white piece of paper in his arms.

Jua, who saw the paper on the table, could not keep her mouth shut and Kang Yun was speechless.

U.S. checks, white checks with no numbers written on them.

[If you join me to the end, I promise you the best treatment.]

[Shamur, it's because of the money...]

[If you want something else, say it.]

It revealed relaxation.

I could still see what the world class was like. Along with the longing for the stage.

Kang Yoon did not get lucky easily. When I lost my ability to see the light, an opportunity flew away. I didn't want to say no. When will I get another chance to work with the best singers in the world?

Kang Yoon closed his eyes.

[Can you give me some time to think?]

[Will it be okay until after dinner?]

[Yes, that's enough.]

[You're very cold. Let's eat and talk. Chuah, sorry to keep you waiting.]

Shamur's eyes softened. Tension was eased a little.

The table is silent with the sound of mooing.

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[When did you say you were here?]

[You said Monday.]

[On Monday, the 21st? Well, that's unusual. Then why was Ms. Yoo Min-young photographed for 20 days on CCTV?]

Boom.

An interrogation room where a female detective in a hat was beating roughly on his desk and interrogating the unsub.

That's... that's... that's...

[Cut!! Ow.]

A loud bang sounds out of the camera towards the well's culprit. The director with the script intervened between the detective and the perpetrator.

[You, take a look at Mr. Jinseo. It's been a few times, a few times. It's a waste of film.]

[Sorry.]

[By the way, who brought the ashes? It's a waste of time. Let's take a break.]

She couldn't say 'third'. I'll just have to lose my job.

The director declared a break by himself.

When it was time for a break, the new actor who had become disheartened said hello. No manager.

The director approached the actor who was hot as a female detective with a good smile on his face.

[Mr. Jinseo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's hard, isn't it?]

[No, Director. It's okay.]

[No, long. You're making me suffer in a hot place. Hang in there. We'll get this over with.]

The director who even gave Minjin Seo a hand stroke soon approached Cho and became angry. She sighed as she watched the director who looked different.

"That director... he's persecuted a newcomer, too."

"I don't think they have any affiliations. That's what this floor is. I can't help it."

"Too bad."

While resting, Minjin smiled at the newcomer who continued to greet the staff at 90 degrees.

Soon after, the actress also approached Minjin Seo.

[Thank you very much.]

[Do you want to sit down for a minute?]

[No, it's okay.]

When Minjin Seo recommended him to come to the table, Shin In-ho was embarrassed. She frowns, then sits next to you awkwardly over and over again.

It's hard, isn't it?

[No, I'm fine.]

[It's going to be hard. Surviving isn't something that anyone can do.]

[Mr. Jinseo...]

[Good luck with that.]

[... Yes. Thank you.]

The eye area of the newcomer became moist. You're showing kindness to a bloody newcomer. A very tall lead actor. Plus, my hands trembled with the drink.

After the break, the shooting started again.

[When did you say you were here?]

[You said Monday.]

Monday, the 21st? Well, that's unusual. Then why was Ms. Yoo Min-young photographed on CCTV for 20 days?]

[That's because the CCTV dates were manipulated strangely.]

[CCTV date tampered with? What's the date of the black box with Yoo Min-young on it?]

[This is manipulation!! It's rigged!!]

[Curt!!]

Seeing the newcomer in the interrogation room, the director smiled satisfactorily.

[Well... well done. Let's try again with a different angle.]

Shin In actor bowed his head to Minjin Seo and thanked him. Min Jin-seo smiled with a raised hand.

After the scene, Shin In-pyo approached Min Jin-seo.

[Thank you for today.]

[No, are we done filming today?]

[Yes. Maybe next time...]

Minji gently grabbed the hand of the sad newcomer.

[I think I'll see you soon.]

[Really?]

[Sure, but next time, I'll be sure to play the lead role.]

My heart is burning in one word. The actress was ashamed and blushed.

"Jinseo!!"

At the sound of the manager's call, Minji lets go.

[I have to go. Oh, what's your name?]

It's a co-isolation.]

[I'll remember, next time...]

I tried to turn around, but the actress grabbed hold of Minji's letter.

[I was walking around the shooting earlier, and I saw strange people watching Mr. Jinseo.]

[... it's them. Really, thank you.]

[Be careful, they looked like bad people.]

[Yes, I'll see you later, Isolation.]

Minji grabbed her lightly and went to the manager.

'Starring. Starring.'

The horse asked me to meet him as a lead, but I didn't leave my head. He was the first one to recognize himself.

She had been watching where Minjin Seo disappeared for a long time.

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After the dessert, Kang Yoon did not answer easily. Chemuel was eating ice cream and waiting for Kang Yun's answer.

'Oh, I'm dying.'

Jua, who was watching, was dying. I didn't know if the ice cream went into my nose or into my mouth due to tension.

Kang Yoon was as complex as Kang Yoon.

If I can't see the light, can I take the stage? '

The ability to see light is based on judgment. Those who do a detail are the supervisors of each part. It took absolute judgment to bring them together and turn them into a performance. What if the ability to see light is gone?

"You can't go back to the past. '

It reminded me of a nightmare I had before regression, a nightmare I had failed.

In the center stage of the restaurant was a string quartet playing a classic. The notes from the violin, viola and cello were making light.

"Black..."

In this complex moment, the black light of the stage frowned. But it was strange.

Doesn't it... bother you? '

There was no sense of pressure that was always felt together with the black light. It was the same in the morning. Last night, the only time I was suffering from black light was when I first typed in the music of humanity on my computer.

I looked around and noticed people comfortably listening to music. None of them felt uncomfortable.

'Feelings, yeah. I feel it.'

I caught a clue. There was a peculiar feeling of gold or silver. The feeling of freshness or warmth. I ignored the feeling of focusing only on the light.

When I got my thoughts straight, my face turned white.

Kang Yoon?

[You can. I will.]

After a long time, the positive answer came back, and laughter bloomed on Shamuel's face.

Jua also shouted, "Are you relaxed?"

"How hard can that be to say?"

She smiles and looks at the two people holding hands, and she gives an impression. It was her.

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