God of Music

[When you're up, extend your legs more to the left.]

[Please loosen the wire a little.]

Rehearsal exercise ground.

The dancers on the wire and the staff were talking. The dancer listened to their story and wrote down what was important.

Sessions backstage were having a conversation with the band master and making the necessary settings.

[Let's go again.]

When all the preparations were complete, Shamuel shouted. Dancers with wires soared into the sky, and all the bands came together.

"because I was way--"

The voice of Shamur echoes among the rising dancers. As he slipped over the back step, he frowned slightly and stopped dancing. Soon the music stopped, and the rising dancers slowly came down.

[Lower my bass a little. It's too loud.]

Beneath the stage, the engineer manipulates the equipment in the broadcast room has been busy. Shemuel complained a few times pointing to his ear.

Kang Yun, who entered the entrance, stood next to the acoustic knight.

Shamur's songs and musical notes produce black light.

'Ugh.'

Kang Yun gripped his chest with heavy pain. I felt like I was tapping something heavy. Not only the monitor, but also the sound coming out was bashing.

'This feeling, there's a problem with the bass.'

The acoustician was keeping the bass under control, but he couldn't get a satisfactory sound from Shamuel. Thanks to that, Kang Yun continued to feel blunt pain.

One thing was clear. This feeling is a matter of bass.

[Jake, it's too small.]

I continue to have trouble with the bass area, whether the sound articles are in bad condition today. He tried to annoy me, but he waited quietly.

When the signal said it was done, Shamur grabbed the microphone again.

"because I was way--"

Kang Yoon closed his eyes. The feeling of beating with the blunt force disappeared. Instead, the sensation of piercing his whole body with sharp thorns captivated him.

What, what is this? '

I was embarrassed. So was the stage chef.

[Jake, it's too sharp.]

[I'm sorry.]

The microphone was taking longer to fit. Jake focuses on the nerves while keeping his hands on the headset.

"because I was way--"

With all the instruments stopped, only Shamur's voice spreads. In the midst of the black light, I continued to capture Lee Kang-yoon.

'This means there's a problem with the high notes.'

Knowing one was easy to know two. While the acoustician's hands were busy, Shamuel's voice continued.

The feeling of pricking and bludgeoning were mixed, but I could only feel one.

[It's raining. I'll go this way.]

[I'm sorry, Shamuel.]

[It's okay, I can't keep you waiting.]

In the end, Shamuel did not have a satisfactory setting. After saying sorry to the acoustician, I started practicing again.

While Kang Yoon was watching the rehearsal, the notes made by the cast produced black light.

'It feels dull.'

I felt a tingling sensation with the blunt force just before.

The wired dancers soar into the sky, and the band plays excitedly, but the stage is strangely quiet.

'That's not it.'

Kang Yoon looked at the Shamuel and his face was gloomy. The acoustician was manipulating something as much as possible, but Shamur's depression did not change.

Excuse me, Jake.]

Kang Yoon carefully called an acoustic article.

[Ah, the new master. How can I help you?]

[Hello, I'm Lee Gangyun.]

After greeting him as he had never seen him before, Kang Yoon slowly got lucky.

It's not easy catching a voice, is it?]

[Yes, it's not that difficult to hear. And I think we did more today because it's humid. I don't like it when Shamur gets wet.]

[Shamur likes a clean sound. Oh, is this machine a built-in repertoire?]

When Kang Yoon asked, the acoustic knight glanced at him with his headset completely removed, which was only one side.

[I'm afraid so. I don't know why.]

[I was wondering if you could try an effector.]

The acoustician frowned.

[Master, don't you like the way I work? It's offensive to interrupt like this.]

Kang Yoon struck his hand.

[No way.]

[Master. I don't know what it was like in Korea, but I ask for respect here.]

The acoustic knight stared at Kang Yoon with a scary face. It was embarrassing. Kang Yun paused and said again.

[Of course I know sound better than Jake. But Jake did all kinds of things because he didn't touch the effector.]

[Shamur really hates effectors. He's distorting his voice.]

[Oh, there's that problem.]

Kang Yoon looks at the frowning shampoo and turns his eyes back to the mixer.

[But isn't it better than that?]

[......]

Nothing is more rewarding to an acoustician than a singer singing joyfully. Now the Shamur is singing in agony. It's better to do something like this.

The acoustician who thought for a moment put the effector in. Soon, Shamur's voice became clearer and cooler.

"I'm looking for-- looking-----!!!"

The voice of the normal singing Shamuel thumps up. The acoustician's eyes widen. Even Kang Yoon felt right about the cool breeze. The feeling of being stabbed by thorns, dull, and so on, disappeared.

Whether it was because of the deep song or because of the shampoo, the dancers and sessions got together excitedly.

[Well, this is not the time!!]

The confused acoustician quickly set the sound. Everyone's voice was set around the voice of the effector. The damp sound spread coolly, and a cool wind came over Kang Yoon.

"--forever---"

The song of the Shamur calms down, and once again the performance of the previous session has erupted. The dancers' posture also burst in splendor, and the green tones turned red to add to the effect.

That's how the practice ended.

[... what is it?]

The Shamur who fell in love with the song just woke up.

[Ahh. Ah-- Effector?]

Realizing that the microphone had the effector in it, Shamur raised his voice to the sound knights.

[Jake, we can't put an effector in there.]

[That's...]

[I wanted to put it in.]

Then, Kang Yoon stepped out. Shamur's eyes froze.

[Kang Yoon? No matter how bad you are at acoustic knights...]

You don't like the sound of that?]

When Kang Yun asked, Shamuel was embarrassed.

[It kept getting wet, so I put in a little bit of an effector. I know Shamur doesn't like the sound of an Effector, but... please try to understand today. I apologize for your privileges.]

Shamuel groans. It was not a normal bet.

After all, he couldn't concentrate on practice, so he did it to help.

[We'll talk about this later. Anyway, come this way. Kang Yoon.]

Shamuel gestures at Kang Yun, who was downstairs. When Kang Yoon stepped onstage, he put Kang Yoon in front of the cast.

[Another thing I saw in the practice room. This is our master.]

[Ow!!]

The cast applauded Kang Yun. It was a mixture of greetings, expectations, worries and anxiety. Jooa was among them.

[Thank you very much.]

Kang Yoon lowers his head politely and turns his eyes to Shamuel.

[I'm here to practice and say something.]

[Is this important?]

[Yes, it's important.]

Shamuel gave his understanding to the cast. The two of them came downstairs.

[I heard that the venue of the concert has not yet been determined.]

Oh, I did.]

Shamur flicks his fingers, smiling awkwardly.

[I like it everywhere. If there's a place where you can sing.]

[It's too extensive, isn't it?]

When Kang Yoon expressed his color, Shamuel smiled.

[The singer goes wherever the fans are.]

[If so, can we choose the criteria as the place where the most people can come?]

[Where do you come from most? It's interesting. It's motivational. I can't believe you're here the most. About 100,000?]

He tapped Kang Yun's shoulder. The smile seemed to be satisfying.

Kang Yoon continued to ask.

[Okay, that's it, right?]

[Hahaha. Sounds fun. I'll do it.]

Shamur bursts into laughter. It was a smile of confidence.

Kang Yoon covered up the paperwork he had brought.

[Yes, sir, where the crowd is most mobilized...]

[I look forward to it. If that's all, Antarctica is fine. It'll be worth a lot just to gather researchers and residents there.]

Kang Yoon nodded and turned around, and Shamuel grabbed Kang Yoon's shoulder.

[Wait, wait. Antarctica is hard, though.]

[I thought it would be okay...]

Do you really want to do this?]

After exchanging light jokes with Chemuel, Kang Yoon headed back to the office.

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Kim Ji-min's single album 'Once, 20 years old' was released.

It was the result of Kim Jae-hoon and Hee-yoon working together. In the composition, Yoon Yoon and Jae-hoon Kim appeared, and Ji-min Kim himself participated in the song. The location sponsorship was given by Kang Yoon.

As soon as it was released at midnight like a singer called Sound Gangster, he vomited up to number one in less than a few hours. Not to mention the world's sound recording site, Itzwein was ranked # 1 in Heaven and MD music.

With this single album, the galaxy began its activities.

"... Thank you."

Kim Sung-min, the new manager holding the wheel, comforted Kim Ji-min who got into the car while he was tired.

"You did well, too."

"No, sir. Well done."

Now, the leader of the team grabs the shoulder of the rookie holding the steering wheel without a word.

"Where's the next schedule?"

"Haeundae."

"... far away."

As soon as the car left, Gim Ji-min covered the blanket and invited him to sleep.

From the battle to Busan. It's quite a distance. Codina's managers also tried not to wake her up.

"That's a lot of cars."

Moonju's name manager mutters, looking at the blocked roads. The sunny road was already crowded with cars.

"What do we do? We're going to be late."

"You know, it's a fart. Step on it."

"Yes."

I went ahead with the cooking overtime, but I didn't know that the road was blocked. The road was as annoying as the cold sun. He teased the new manager, Kim Sung-min, who held the wheel in the heat of the sun.

Crawling cars fade away. When the road was breached, Ben ran toward the shipping lane as if flying.

Results are 5 minutes late.

I'm sorry. "

"No, thank you very much for coming."

Moonju's name manager and Kim Ji-min bowed their heads and apologized to the people who were waiting for them. The road was blocked, but I was late.

The man in the short-sleeved t-shirt with the corporate logo smiled.

"You're late, so we've slowed down the start time a little. Take your time to prepare."

"No, Jimin. Let's get ready."

"Yes, brother."

Without further ado, the group hurries toward the tent prepared for the waiting room.

As I entered the tent, the singers who appeared today were preparing their costumes and costumes.

"Good morning, sunbae. Yerina."

I had never seen a singer before, and I barely met him. I greeted my seniors at 90 degrees, and I sat in the waiting room, greeting my successor singer. Cody cleaned up the makeup on his face.

While Ji-min was preparing for the stage, Kim Sung-min, the new manager, was burning cigarettes near Ben.

"It's hot, it's hot."

It's hot, it's annoying. It was difficult in many ways to schedule on a summer day.

I'm trying to think I need an air conditioner or a wedge in the car, but a woman and a man are coming from there.

"Jin Hye-young?"

She was Winkle's manager, Jin Hye Young, who became Ji Ye's representative girl group. Because of the heat, Jin Hye-young stretched her clothing collar, and her manager was strolling towards her with a fan.

Kim Sung-min was about to turn away from smoking, but Jin Hye-young called out to Kim Sung-min.

"The steering wheel there."

"… Huh?"

"You, you. You're the only one on the wheel. Give me the light."

Kim Sung-min was embarrassed.

In the profile, Jin-hyeong was only twenty-three. I can't help but wonder at the gesture of asking for a cigarette, and the slang of a road manager I've never seen before...

There was a gap towards Kim Sung-min who was stunned.

"What are you doing? Not so fast."

"To?"

"What are you talking about? You've never seen him before?"

The male manager had another drink. It was a clear siege. At this point, Kim Sung-min who was embarrassed at first started boiling.

"When did you act like you were close? Do you think I'm your manager?"

"The trend with one fire. All right, get lost."

Celebrities. Is that what makes them unique? I got the back of my neck.

Kim Sung-min also said a word and turned around.

"... the company told me not to make friends with the humans on the ground. There was a reason."

"Huh? What? You stand right there."

Boom!!

The male manager grabbed Kim Sung-min and punched him in the face.

Kim Sung-min also did not stand still. I grabbed him by the throat and punched him in the face. A brawl broke out.

"Son of a bitch."

"Crazy bastard."

A sudden rush of people came. What people like the most is to watch the disabled and fight.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

He didn't even know he was being photographed around him, and the fisting of the two managers continued.

[Good work.]

[See you tomorrow.]

In the middle of the night, the planning team was finished.

Everyone leaves the door, Lisa looks back at Kang Yun.

[Master, did you harden your heart with that?]

Kang Yoon swept off his smiling face.

[In two months, that place will be impossible. Come on, there's no place like that with an audience mobilization. See you tomorrow.]

Even after Lisa's return, Kang Yoon still hasn't released the documents.

'By the end of the year, the publicity time is too short. Ticketing.

I had a headache handing over tickets. He was greeting Lee Kang-yoon who said he had done nothing.

'We haven't chosen a subcontractor, and neither has the public relations company. What the hell did the previous head of the planning team do? You didn't even pick an agency. You should have discussed sponsorship.'

Foreign concerts are an incredibly fundamental conglomerate, even if Shamuel is rich. I definitely needed a sponsor You must first select a venue and establish stability in order to obtain sponsors or agencies.

'The holidays are over.'

Every time I wrote down tasks, Kang Yoon's Ami narrowed down.

I thought you said this was a place where you could mobilize a lot of people. Shamur will be happy there. '

Kang Yoon, who covered the paperwork, headed to the practice room. I was going to finish the story today.

Everyone's practice together is over, but the lights are still on. On the stage, the Shamur dances alone.

[Shamur.]

[Huff-puff. Huff-puff. Kang Yoon?

With a deep breath, Shamur waves his hand. There was sweat on his forehead.

[You're not home yet?]

[I came to say something.]

Sit down.]

Shemuel gestures at Kang Yun and sits on the stage. I drank a lot of cold water and gave the bucket to Kang Yoon.

Chemuel asked Kang Yun, who was making a gulp.

[Is it because of the venue?]

[Yes, I want you to make a decision today.]

[Really? I'm looking forward to it.]

Shemuel's eyes sparkle, but Kang Yun's eyes subside. Calmed down.

[Sao Paulo.]

[Brazil? South America?]

South America?

Shakespeare's eyes narrowed when he chose an unexpected location.

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