God of Music

[Private jet, please.]

Lee Hyun-si covered her eyes with her hands. I did not mishear. Anyway, Kang Yun was all good, but sometimes he overdid it. I had to stop this.

"... is appreciated. But you know how much a private jet costs?"

[It doesn't need to be 100 billion. I know there are a lot cheaper things than that.]

"Right? That's over 50 billion. It's not like buying a car that's at most three billion. In a situation where the building robbed the city of visa funds, wouldn't private planes be too crowded?"

[How could I not?]

With a sigh of sadness, Kang Yoon sought his opinion again. Lee Hyun also did not only disagree.

"If you rent it, you can rent it. because they've run MG a few times, and they've been operating Daejee for half a year. But the cost is a problem. We need to be prepared for more than a billion. If you drop your first class, you'll end up with a few thousand. Why not make a billion? So I stopped flying without filling up the Jeyena MG for half a year."

[You're saying Susie Tarzan doesn't fit?]

"Yes, we were not the only polar fans. I want you to reconsider."

She suffered in the United States, but she was cold. It was a matter of billions to billions at least. Shortly after, you hear the answer with a short sigh.

[Okay, let's think a little bit more.]

"I'll tell the other singers how you feel. They'll understand. I know that no one cares about everyone more than you do."

[Very well, I'll consider it carefully.]

That's all I had to say about the private jet. Kang Yoon finished the call leaving word that he would visit tomorrow or the next day.

Lee Hyun-ji, who had taken off her bathrobe, lay on the bed as it was.

"Private jet. I'd love to hang out in the clouds! Relax..."

I thought of one of the best in-flight saunas. She had enjoyed a luxurious life, but did not associate much with onboard service. My imagination made me happy. I forced Kang Yoon to change reality all the time, but I wanted a private plane.

If I thought about going to America with Ethiopia, I might have packed my money and gone right away.

"Money's a bitch. Cancer."

Lee fell asleep without turning off the light.

After finishing a sponsorship agreement with Guaranzi in Brazil, Kang Yoon returned to the United States. There was a sponsorship agreement with one of Brazil's most prominent beverage companies, which prompted other companies to contact spawn. Thanks to this, the planning team had to suffer the body of joy with a crowded phone call.

It was a month and a half after Kang Yun joined the concert. There were no concerts that were not supported anymore. Following the introduction of Maracanan Stadium, which is the largest of the stadiums, the schedule was fixed for Christmas. Continent flows and directions were also confirmed in line with location and schedule. Everything was flowing like water. Everything's different.

There were no people who were anxious just by looking at Shamur.

[I love you, master!!]

[Kang Yoo-yun!! Sit down for a moment.]

After returning from Brazil, Kang Yoon became a star. I was welcomed anywhere on the team. The dancer team members were cute, hugging Kang Yun, and the staff or support team stood in line for advice. For the first time, the cautious have been hiding their tracks for a long time. Fully recognized as a leader.

At midnight one day, I had a smooth concert scheduled. The planning team's office lit up brightly.

[... That's it, Shamuel.]

Kang Yoon vomited heat in front of the whiteboard and put the pen down. Shamur scratches his cheeks reading the messages on the whiteboard, which are less shiny.

[... to be as concise as possible? Don't make eye contact with people as much as possible?]

[Correct.]

[Oh, it's hard. But there's a reason, isn't there?]

He scratches his head and smiles. It was a request that did not match my personality, but it meant that I would follow it. The word of a trusted master, we must obey. He lowers his hand and nods.

Now that it's sunny, the world tour will officially be published. Before going onstage, it was the first and last place in front of people. It attracts people from news professional channels to special live broadcasts. Ticketing is in a few hours. It was a day of quarantine.

One of the presidents who was in the back seat raised his hand.

[This is different from other tours. Teaser, of course. Single openings are fresh. But the question is, I'd have to be asked myself, approached, promoted, and favored. I'm afraid I'll hear you say what you need to say and get down here.]

[To attract curiosity.]

[Curiosity? I'm afraid I'll have to produce a knight.]

In Kang Yun's answer, the team roared. It meant leaving a good path behind and going the hard way. Support or planning teams were unwavering, but management was different. I was sensitive because it cost me money.

Kang Yoon picked up the pen again.

[I know what you're worried about. You don't have to worry too much. It's a great way to use it because there's a lot of Shamule piled up over the years. The image of Shamur is high, but familiar. I didn't stand up to the public, but I've done more fan service than anyone. I'm going to make the most of this image.]

[If I summarize, I will make you curious as to the behavior contrary to the image. Is that what you're saying?]

Kang Yun nodded at the words of the man in the middle of the presidency.

[That's right, if your image of Shamur isn't solid, you can't use it. What's wrong with him? Did something happen? People are going to be curious, and that's going to be the driving force. And that would make an article, and that would make a rumor. When the rumors get bigger...]

[Will the rumored endpoint be your ticket? Haha.]

A man without a head replied with a joyful smile. Kang Yoon smiled widely.

[In this talk, Shamur acts like salt. Food ingredients include singles and teasers.]

[Are we chefs?]

[No, assistants.]

Kang Yoon's explanation and the jokes of the boss group flowed. The atmosphere was warm-hearted.

Salt. It was the best match for the role of the Shakespeare to be announced tomorrow. It's a shorter exposure than ever, but it's an important role. Too long to squeeze, less to squeeze. Very Important

Kang Yoon put down his pen after the team had convinced him.

[Whew... Oh, sorry.]

Maybe it's because he's relaxed. He yawns and covers his mouth without even knowing it. Kang Yun glanced at the manager and let him rest. Chemuel said he was fine, but Kang Yun was fine. For the salt role tomorrow, he had to stay in top condition.

[I'm sorry, Kang-yoon. I'm gonna go get some rest. Don't overdo it. Get some rest early.]

After Shamuel returned, the rest of the group continued the meeting. There were many issues to check on tomorrow's announcement, including teasers, singles, and discussions with the station.

Thanks to this, Kang Yun, the planning team and support team stayed up all night.

The next day, noon.

After a brief morning of practice, the shampoo left the practice room fully prepared. I was going to the LA Staple Center where the announcement was made. I was about to leave the entrance, but there was someone standing around with their eyes wide open. It was Kang Yun with eyes open.

[Kang Yun, your eyes have become rabbits.]

Shamuel stops walking with a worried face. The master must have slept in his office again.

[Oh, really? He was calm, you know.]

[Don't talk with Namil. You slept in the office again?]

[It happens all the time.]

Kang Yoon laughs, but Shamuel narrows his eyes and kicks his tongue.

[Tsk, tsk. I knew it. Too bad about the hotel. I can't. Come with me.]

[No, I'm not. I'm...]

[Kang Yoon.]

Shamur rarely made an impression. Kang Yoon insisted on leaving first, but he couldn't break Shamuel's stubbornness. In the end, Kang Yun got on the medium bus that Chemuel was riding. It was a specially built bus with more amenities than Ben.

[It takes about two hours to get there, so keep your eyes open.]

He forced her into the bed in the back seat. There was no way to be bullied by kindness mixed together.

[... Thank you, Shamuel.]

Soon, Kang Yun heard the sound of breathing. I fell into a deep sleep for a moment.

Put out the back light, Hoggs. Please drive slowly.]

As Shamuel asked, the bus driver also gestured while repairing his hat. Quieter than ever, the bus headed to its destination.

It took me about two hours to get to the outskirts of LA Staple Center. It boasted enormous value as a facility that could hold tens of thousands of people. Through the bus, you hear the noise.

"... Wonderful."

On a hill overlooking the staple center, Kang Yun stood up like a ghost. When he arrives, he smiles at you for trying to wake you up.

[Get some sleep.]

[It's okay, Shamuel. I'll go first.]

[Come with me. There's a team there. Kang Yun should rest...]

[No, I have some work to do with PD.]

Thanks to his generosity, Kang Yun called Josh from the planning team and headed to the Staple Center.

After wearing a necklace indicating that he was an employee on his neck, Kang Yun entered the Staple Center. The position has not begun, but the inside is busy. The staff is busy with rehearsals. I was putting a microphone on the stage with a famous comedian who was a moderator.

Kang Yoon headed backstage. There was a crowd of support and planning teams.

[Master, here's the cubicle.]

A support team gave two documents to Kang Yoon. It was the final cushion. Kang Yoon picked up the pen that was in his pocket and checked what was needed.

[Oh, I wish I could sing you a song...]

Kang Yun looked up and PD sighed in front of him. I felt disappointed by everyone. I organized a special broadcast, but I was disappointed to know that I don't sing a song.

She lowered her cue sheet and turned her gaze to PD.

[PD, wait...]

Kang Yoon approached PD and whispered in his ear.

[There must have been a package in the archives.]

[Stuff?]

[Chemical rehearsal materials.]

[Slurp!!]

PD's eyes twisted. It was a material that was not obsolete for the sake of LIVE. It was a material that has never been publicly available and can be used.

As PD's expression changed, Kang Yun took a step back and smiled in repentance.

[Good luck in the future.]

[Hahaha. Hahaha.]

PD tapped Kang Yun's arm and ran out. I wanted to see the data. In his mind was a blueprint of when and how to use it.

Waaaahhh-----!

You hear a great scream from the entrance. Kang Yoon looked at the clock, and it was on time. The monitor next to you reflects the incoming Shamur. Shamur steps into the red carpet in a cheerful yet original footstep. His usual gentle eyes were covered with sunglasses, staring only at the front. A great star has been revealed.

'Good.'

Kang Yun was satisfied. Indeed, he was a Shamuel. I was perfectly digesting what I was talking about yesterday. The shaper in the screen climbs onto the stage with the red curtain coming down and lightly raises his hand.

[Shamur!! Shamuel!!]

The shout of Shamur echoes across the room. He lays his hands on the top of the mat, looking around, and lightly replies. The shout grew louder. When I grabbed the microphone again, the sound of shouting 'Shamuel' reached the extreme.

[Ahh.]

[Shamur!! Shamur!!]

[Thank you. Today, here...]

[Shamur!! Shamuel!!]

[I can tell this story...]

[Shamur!! Shamuel!!! Shamuir!!!]

The scream even swallowed Shamur's voice. Many people, like the sand, chanted to him in one voice. Shamur raises his hand once again with a shy smile.

[Wahhh-----!]

One, two, five, ten seconds.

The crowd cheered and swallowed up the staple center. After telling me everything inside, my strength gradually subsided. Then he grabbed Mike again.

[I am delighted and delighted to tell this story in front of my loved ones.]

[Wahhhhh------!!!!]

[I'm now going on my fourth, world tour. Rio, Brazil, Maracanan Stadium!!]

[Wahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!]

It was the pinnacle. The world seemed to be dying. The shout of the Shamur rocks the staple center. I even felt vibrations on the walls and columns. When people went quiet again, Shamuel said again.

[Consider this the last curtain call of the tour and let the last flame burn.]

[Wahhhh!!]

After the roar of the crowd, the Shamur disappears behind the red curtain.

It was then.

[Wait. Last?]

What are you talking about? No more concerts?]

A strange sensation began to emerge among the crowd. There was a small noise. The commotion begins. The sound of the chanting of the Shamur continues to spread.

The reaction was not anticipated by the planners, the cast members, and even the adjoining managers. I was embarrassed.

It was the first time I was sober. He hurriedly listens to the radio.

[PD, please play the video I gave you earlier.]

- The next step is for the host to...

[Hurry!!]

Kang Yun shouted that all sides should leave. The wind draws all eyes around him together. Fortunately, the PD was aware of the effects and quickly instructed. The video was playing soon. It was a rehearsal video given to PD by Kang Yoon. PD swallowed tears. I was trying to save my life and keep it that way.

A variety of rehearsal videos have been released, from the practice of the sessions to the breathing of dancers.

- Kang Yoon, you asked me that, right? What do you want me to show you?

- Anything come to mind?

The Shamuel in the video approached Kang Yun with the documents. It was a sweaty shampoo, or a gangyun or leather wavelength that was guilty of misleading with documents. My eyes were shining brightly.

- Finally. Oh, this is it.

- I'm excited.

When Kang Yoon asked, Shamuel smiled broadly and wrote one word in a colorful handwriting on Kang Yoon's document.

- HEAL.

It was just one of the words that Shamur wanted to shout on this tour. When trying to lead to another rehearsal scene, Kang Yoon radioed again.

[Single video. Play it.]

PD wanted to give the order. People with lots of candles appeared on the screen. There were people of all ages, races and genders mixed together. In the middle, Shamur reveals himself.

- Woo

Humming spreads. The Shamur dances as if slipping. Humming of the children continued, and the adults were free to shake. Intro. A free and peaceful gesture captivates people. I feel like I'm attracted to a peaceful but happy face.

- Who can Heal us, I need happy but...

With Shamur's soft voice, people's harmony echoes together. The song I wrote for the concert, "HEAL." Shamur slides across the crowd. The rhythm was not slow either. The rhythm was fairly fast, as opposed to a happy and tranquil atmosphere. The EDM effect was mixed briefly.

The important thing is that this video robbed the shocking people of their gaze and their thoughts.

"Phew."

Kang Yoon, who was watching the situation on the monitor, just sighed of relief. The back seat, which showed a move to leave the seat, calmed down again. Now, I thought I could proceed as usual.

As soon as the music video was over, he opened the red curtain and held out his face thoroughly.

"I love you."

[Wahhhhhhh!!!!!]

Behind the red curtain, Shamur hides his face again. In his surprise appearance, people cheered again. This was the final blow. The story of the curtain call between them was no longer important.

[Shamur!! HEAL!! Shamuel!!]

Over the next few hours, the sound of Shamuel and 'HEAL' shook the staple center.

- Last curtain call? What is Shamur's intention?

- Shamur on the fourth world tour, first place is Brazil.

A 10 minute announcement. Intent?

We stopped the Staple Center from shaking, but we couldn't stop the knight. I was successful at turning off curiosity.

It was also a huge success.

[What if I say something like that without saying it?]

Kang Yoon, who asked Shamuel to be a choir, was bruised by an internet article as well. Articles related to Curtain Call were being produced. Shamuel smiled awkwardly as he looked at Kang Yun.

[I'm sorry, Kang-yoon. I said it because it sounds cool...]

It was a happy ending. Kang Yoon laughed. He cautiously asked if he thought it was absurd.

[Did I... give you a hard time?]

[This time, I think so.]

[I'm sorry, Kang-yoon.]

Shemuel bows his head toward Kang Yun. He knew that words were scary on the floor.

Kang Yoon, who scratched his forehead for a moment, opened his mouth again.

[Be careful next time. It's not what I intended, but I managed to get my attention, so I'm going to skip this one.]

[Really? Thank goodness.]

[Still!!]

Kang Yoon glanced at Shamuel.

[Next time, be sure!! Be careful.]

[Okay, I promise.]

Kang Yoon returned to his original office, noticing Shamuel several times.

[Master.]

The planning, support, and some of the presidents were waiting for Kang Yun.

[Have you started?]

[In two minutes.]

A member of the planning team pointed to the clock.

Today was a very long day. After a hard time, there is still a hard time. I didn't know it was really Gobi.

[Here we go.]

Kang Yoon sat down. The monitor had a ticketing board on. Ticketing for a concert started.

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