God of Music

"Music?"

- Your music. This is the most important thing for a musician.

"Yes, it matters."

I said it, but it wasn't easy to tell what the music was like. I remembered the song that the singer wanted, the song that people wanted, but soon I shook my head.

"What do you think about acting?"

- Show him you're him.

"Show me what you got?"

It was a simple, but convincing voice. Kang Yun thought for a moment and nodded.

"Well, it doesn't have to be complicated."

It's not up to me to decide. That's the story you emphasized.

"Did I?"

- It's not a yes, it's a yes.

I couldn't have known. He used to say the same thing to weight-bearing singers every day. The words came back.

"I never thought I'd get it back like this."

- I only heard it once, but it wasn't long before I understood it. After moving to the world, I found out because I had some time in mind.

"Jinseo, you would have done something at the MG."

- I don't think so. I can't even imagine. I was glad Ms. Won let me go so easily. Anyway, I want you to take your time and think about music. It's kind of a bummer, but...

Min Jin-seo was cautious.Can I say something like this? It was this atmosphere.

-... sir?

No stories have been heard. Minji was embarrassed.

- Are you saying...

"... you're right."

- What?

"You're right. Phew."

Luckily, that didn't happen. There was a long sigh on the phone.

"Thinking about music for an actor... shocking."

- I'm sorry, but if it was an arrogant intervention...

"Hahaha. No. That's the advice I need the most. It's my music, and I'm embarrassed because it looks like it's been stabbed.

- You're welcome to just listen. Don't think, just relax. Don't answer business calls.

"Even the Jinseo phone?"

- That's... no. Nevers.

Accepting Min Jin-seo's enthusiasm, Kang Yun concluded the call. I put the phone next to his head, and Kang Yoon lay in bed for a while.

My music.

I started thinking about how I got into music. Having been fully announced to the original chairman of MG entertainment, Jua's project for Japan was the first start. Since then, I've done a lot of things like record planning, performances, songwriting, concerts, and more. I drew things one by one.

'Make the song you want to sing. Make music that people love This was my music.'

What's wrong with this? Wasn't everything he did in the meantime music? I don't think that's it anymore. At this rate, I thought there might be some confusion. Kang Yoon finally got up and headed for the lobby.

"Huh? Chairman. Is the job done?"

As I passed by the lobby, Lee Hyun, wearing glasses, sat on the couch and fell in love with reading glasses.

"Ah, Director."

When Kang Yoon stopped, Lee Hyun-ji took off her glasses and gestured to sit down. Kang Yoon sat across the street.

"Looks like we're not done yet... Why? How's it going?"

There were ghosts here, too. Kang Yun nodded with a hollow smile.

"I guess it's easy to know who I am."

"Didn't you know that no one is easier to know than you?"

Kang Yoon shakes his head as if he had lost. Lee Hyeonji leaned against the table with elbows bent toward Kang Yoon. As comfortable as a relaxed outfit.

"So, are you going for a walk?

"I'm going to cool off my head for a while and catch some air."

"That's great. I was bored. Come with me."

After Kang Yoon said yes, Lee Hyun-ji put the book in his room and followed him out.

A little outside of my home, I came out of a quiet neighborhood. Shuttle buses were the only thing on the street that was slow. Children running under trees and men and women walking dogs. Leisure and everyday life passed.

Along the way, Kang Yun looked down at Lee.

"For a moment, I feel relieved to rest. No one's looking."

"Yes. Every day was a war, right?"

Lee Hyun-jung also fought back. While Kang Yoon was at war outside, wrinkles were growing around his eyes, taking responsibility for not living there.

Kang Yoon deliberately did not talk about work. Unlike usual, personal stories were made mainly. Lee Hyun also looked at Kang Yun, answering in a slow tone, not his usual office tone.

"It's getting cold... Kang-yoon. Is there anyone good here?"

"Hahaha. It won't be easy to keep an eye on Isaiah."

"That's prejudice. If he's not bald, he's bald."

"Hahaha. It looks like women are risking their lives for baldness."

"I can't give up my head even if I throw it all away. That's the last pride. Oh, that reminds me. I had a date with a cafe owner. He was handsome and tall. It was fine. I was thinking about meeting him a couple of times, but I'll leave it to you to... swoop in the wind."

Kang Yoon stretched his base, pushing his arms back.

"Hahaha. Don't you and I stand together now?" "

"Stop, what line?! Dating, cow. Dog. ting."

Kang Yoon laughed as he was filled with emotion in Lee's eyes. It was a sight that was hard for Lee to see.

"Hahaha. Anyway, what happened at the stand?"

"Kang Yoon. You're doing this on purpose, right?"

Yi Hyun-ji slapped Kang-yoon's arm with her palm. The price of the prank was smashing.

"Ugh, that's a map."

"A good line for someone who's still in the middle... You deserve it. Anyways, if anyone's okay, please introduce them."

"What is your ideal type? I'll look into it."

Lee Hyun-si counted his fingers and rolled his eyes into the sky.

"The most important thing is integrity. I like an exemplary person."

"Director, are you worthy of this role model? Can anyone do that?"

Kang Yoon was skeptical. Few men work as much as Lee. Oops. Smashing back into your arm.

"It hurts."

"What's there to be in labor? It's okay to be similar."

"Mr. Chairman, the rest of your life..."

"What?!"

Kang Yoon ran ahead of him as his eyes filled with local snow. Soon, Lee was caught up and his forearm caught on fire. After retribution, this time she asked.

"What about you? Are you seeing anyone?"

Kang Yun gives a bold nod in front of her.

"I do."

Lee's eyes grew bright.

"What? I went to hell and escaped on my own when? Since when?"

"Just a little. He's a really nice guy."

"I can't wait to see if you're okay. Where did you meet him? How old?"

There's nothing more fun than being in love. Lee Hyun-ji was close to Kang-yoon. Kang Yoon panicked and opened the street.

"When, I'll tell you when."

"... What the hell. If you don't, why didn't you say so in the first place?"

It seemed to have been a little tense. Kang Yun was going to take some time to talk and mitigate the shock.

"There's no secrets between us, is there?"

"… I'll tell you about it. Now I'm a little bit..."

Kang Yoon smiled with an embarrassing face, even though Lee Hyun's eyes were glaring. Lee Hyun-seo realized that there was something there, and his lips twitched with regret.

"... you're a celebrity?"

"That's right."

"Are you the first one to tell me when it's time? Do I get a scolding when I tell you I'm an enthusiast?"

"I promise."

Lee Hyun-ji was convinced only after hearing Kang Yun's convincing words.

"I'm curious, but... I'll wait. You won't get involved with celebrities..."

"Shall we go there?"

Kang Yoon led the way, pushing Lee's back. Despite being pushed away, Lee Hyun-ji did not forget the bridegroom.

"Be careful not to blow up the article. You know there's a lot of reporters out there looking for the world, right? Especially in China, where the dead fans are so clingy. If you see any bursting spots, tell me right away."

"Very well. This, Director's appointment..."

"Never mind. I'm a mutual friend again. I don't need your pity."

My heart ached and I went ahead of Pinging. Kang Yoon, who took a secret sigh, also followed behind her.

The place where two people stopped was a school playground. Around 20 student orchestras were gathered in the corners of the lawn. The sound of tuning various instruments spread.

In front of the students, people who appeared to be parents were shouting their names and cheering.

"Are you guys having a talk?"

Lee Hyun-si grabbed Kang-yoon's arm to see if there was red roses in the orchestra. White, black, even the Vatican. Students of all races will tune orchestral instruments. Curiosity arose. Kang Yoon and Lee Hyun were mixed among the parents.

The tuning is over. The sound stops and the student who is the conductor holds the baton. His hands were trembling to see if he was nervous.

[Jimmy!! It's okay. You can do it!!]

A chubby white woman in the front row cried out. The conductor student looked behind him and smiled. People laughed at that. Some students in the orchestra were also smiling.

'That's funny.'

The free-spirited orchestra. Lee Hyun looked at the students with gentle eyes. On the other hand, Kang Yun was staring at the students with a stiff face.

As the baton moves, the orchestra's music begins to flow together.

Beep, beep, beep.

In a symphony that needs to flow like water, discord continues to be heard. As if the conductor student didn't notice, he continued to stir the baton, and the first violin, the perpetrator of the phonography, dared to stir vigorously. The rhythm beats, and the orchestra looks at each other and shivers. The music fluttered.

The audience began to shudder at the thought of something strange.

'Well, what the hell.'

The same was true of Kang Yoon. Not only black light, but sticky texture. It seemed to fall in resemblance to the swamp. My face was completely distorted.

"What if we don't have any practice to speak..."

Nothing is more painful than listening to unfinished music. Kang Yoon tried to get up. At that time, I noticed Lee Hyun-ji sitting next to me.

[It's okay. More, more.]

You okay? I'm sure it was a local saying. I was clapping.

[It's okay. Try again.]

[Ooh, ooh!!]

The audience encouraged children to stop playing. The child who was about to put down the baton shook the baton forcefully, empowering him again. I also got the strength to play. The discord is still the same, but the shouting begins to add up.

The quiet orchestral audience was gone. It was like an audience watching a rock show. The orchestral performance continued to applaud like rhythm, and the hymn entered like a chorus.

[More, more!!]

Lee Hyun also applauded there. In her eyes, she looks as cute as a child playing the violin with his tiny scruffy hands. It was not important to make a beep in the middle.

Kang Yoon was confused, and he was the first person to enjoy such a messy performance.

Is that because you're just a parent? '

The first fever seemed clear to my parents. The problem seemed like a person with no ointment or relationship from the middle. They were also generously encouraging their messy plays. What the hell, why? Just because you're a kid?

"Sir?"

Lee Hyeon-ji, who had been watching the performance for a long time, asked as she watched Kang Yun sweat.

"I'm fine."

"It's okay. Your face is pale."

There was no blood on my face. I don't know if anything's going to happen. Lee Hyun-ji grabbed Kang Yun. Kang Yoon shakes his head.

"It's nothing."

"Chairman, what's the big deal..."

Lee Hyun has recommended it several times, but has not received Kang Yoon. In the end, I was cautious to say it if I didn't want to. Then I turned my eyes to the show.

It felt like my whole body was submerged in the swamp. I thought it was the worst performance ever. Not to mention the discord, the rhythm slowed down.

'... Wait. Audience?

Kang Yoon turned his eyes to the audience. Something big was pouring out of them, and it was attacking the children. The energy that struck the children headed back towards the audience with a note, and the energy flowed back to the children. It was all black and drenched. Black light should have the worst reaction... but today was either the audience or the performer.

"Director."

"Yes?"

"Are you okay with the show today?"

Lee Hyun-seo said as if he didn't understand me, blinking his eyes a few times.

"Why? You don't like it?"

"That's..."

"Isn't that great? That's all the kids need to practice."

"I see."

"Yes, you can see it differently. Oh, but I'm just having fun. I'm tired of thinking like you. Oooh!!"

Lee Hyun-ji frowned slightly and turned his eyes back to the orchestra. Kang Yoon's head flashed in Lee's story as if it were passing by.

"Enjoy"?

Music was music. Skill was important. Singers and audiences are the best. The smiles of the children playing and the cheerful faces of the adults alternately made my head brighter.

At that moment, I felt something peeling from my eyelids. The black light that flowed from the auditorium to the orchestra turned white. The sensation of sticking all over my body disappeared. It was a change that came at the shovel.

'This?!'

Kang Yoon rubbed his eyes. It was the white light I was looking for. The timing was just about to end.

[Thank you!!]

[Wahhhh?!! Hoooo!!]

Tears flowed from the conductor's eyes and Kang Yun's. A round of applause and cheers erupted from the audience. Kang Yoon felt strangely pleased with the applause he felt.

'I'm impressed. Yeah, I forgot about this.'

Which sand was too stubborn? To find the light of inspiration, didn't he unconsciously see only black light? While applauding, Kang Yoon was momentarily reminded.

'The connection between the performer and the audience. That's my music.'

Kang Yoon's body slowly leaned to the side while clapping.

"Chairman, chairman..."

I heard an urgent voice in this area, but Kang Yun's consciousness slowly faded with a smile.

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