God of Music

Whoo-hoo! The party. Boom.

Along with the heavy drum sound, 30 Shamuel raised the mood with his sword. Then, with a cool burst of sound, the 30 shampoos were reduced to 15, stacked in two. As the shampoos gradually disappeared, the choreography difficulty became even higher.

The cheer grew. The full-body Shamule captured the stage in one fell swoop. The number is dwindling, but the light surrounding the stage is getting more intense.

Thirty seconds! '

Kang Yoon, who was looking at the watch and the stage alternately, clenched his fist firmly. The stage is white and shining with silver. Silver light was reaching out to people, drawing a strong response.

- Twenty seconds!

On Kang Yun's radio, you hear the staff gasping for breath. There are only two Shamurs left on the stage. As they catch their breath, they ride the waves and coalesce back together.

A slightly blurry hologram appeared. It was not so distinct from the real thing. Those who thought it was just the beginning shouted with a show of hands.

[Waaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!]

Despite his anger, the remaining Shamur presses down on the map, pulling the hair out of his chest and stepping on it. After taking a light turn, I stepped back to give my whole body a separate dance.

The music is getting smaller. In response, the real shampoo faded away like when.

[What, what?]

The audience was embarrassed. It was a different development than they thought. Kang Yoon listened to the radio when he made a loud noise starting with the heat in front of him, which was the deepest.

[Now.]

The special equipment technician next to Kang Yun's cry pressed the button. A spark rises from the spot where Shemoul disappeared. It was a human being. The giant robot whines and turns its head to look at the audience.

[Shamur. Let's get started.]

As soon as I heard Kang Yun's radio, the robot began to open. The leg opens, the torso and arms open, revealing the person inside. The audience shouted as they opened their heads.

[Wahhhhhhhhhhhhh…!!]

[Shamuel, it's Shamuel!!!]

[Gaaaahhhhhhhhhh…! Shamuel!! Shamuel!!]

There was no music, no special lights. From the robot, Shamur glances straight ahead, cheered. I didn't know that people's cheers would stop.

[Master. Shall we begin?]

[No, I'll wait for the signal.]

Kang Yun shakes his head on the sound director's radio.

The Shamur was watching the scene. When do we start to raise the mood?

About 30 seconds ago. Shamur extends his right arm high. A signal. Under the stage, the dancers who were waiting for the booster, as the music pops up all at once.

♪ Who am I to be silent-- ♪ Who am I to be silent--

The silver glow is covered with intense gold. Large and small notes converge on Shamuel and reach his audience. He has captured a huge audience of 200,000 at once.

All right, let's go. '

Good start. Now it's time to bring the atmosphere to an end.

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- Reports of Jin Hye-young, a member of Winkles, entering China. According to Jiye, there's been a lot of chatter with the Chinese producers, and after the audition...

The sound of TV alone spread throughout the VIP room.

The owner of the room, the original gate chairman sighed as he turned away from the kneeling one. The knee of the man on the ground was trembling for some time.

"... why have you come?"

"... Father."

"I never had a kid like you."

When the chairman of the original gate with the bitter eyes asked in a low tone, the visitor's head went deeper. I feel like I have nothing to say to you.

He's the bad son who abandoned his father to the hospital, took over the company, and then handed it over to someone else.

"I don't blame you for pushing me away and taking over the company. But, if you took the company, you should have protected it!!"

"... I'm sorry."

"Idiot. I'm going to continue with my paintings..."

The President's heart was complicated when he looked at his son on his knees. Where did this go wrong? I told Kang Yoon that he would take good care of the company because he had no chance. Seeing my son begging, it got complicated again.

Love is inevitable.

"... I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I couldn't help but hate the voice of my crying son. There was a fire in my heart, but I couldn't say anything more. I felt sorry for him. I couldn't watch my son anymore.

"... Go."

"Father."

"I don't want to see you."

I hesitated to get up on my knees.

I've been on my knees for a long time. Turning back, he cautiously spills a word.

"I'll... come back." "

The President was silent. I didn't say "come," or "don't come." After hesitating for a while, I just looked at my father's back and left the room. Then he turned around and breathed a deep breath.

"... a fool. Idiot."

Looking at the poor back of my son shining by the window, I felt a little dizzy.

[Waaaahhh--!! Shamuel!!]

After the stage with the spectacular performance, Shamur grabbed the microphone. With a unique thin but powerful aesthetic, it was enough to capture the stage without finesse

Looking at the Shamur, who was forcefully gripping the crowd, Jung Mina breathed a short breath.

"Whoa, whoa."

I could hear the thumping in my heart.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Two, 200,000 people, was that so many?!"

Do you think I could ruin the stage? At first, I thought it would actually be 100,000 or 200,000!! The huge waves the audience produces as they follow their deeper voices were breathless.

Eventually, she closed the waiting room door.

"Guys... I miss you. Will it work? 'Cause I'd do anything for you. Oh!! This is crazy!!"

I went around the waiting room with a ridiculous imagination.

Knock, knock. Then you hear a knock.

"I'm going in."

"Don't come in!!"

It was the voice of a familiar man. Jung Mina shouted sharply, but soon after she ran away, she opened the door. Looking at his face outside the door, there was a mixture of joy, relief, and shame.

"Ahjussi!"

"Mina, do you really like her?"

"Joe, you love it!"

Jung Mina jumped at the surprise, but Kang Yoon laughed. The radio is buzzing in his ears with the sound of grinning. Jung Mina opened her eyes.

"You look busy. Why are you here?"

"I came to see you."

"Well, whatever. I'm not in the mood for games. My heart is going to burst."

Jung Mina was a few times tougher than usual. Usually it was a verb that would have grabbed my head, but Kang Yoon gently led the conversation.

"You're nervous, right?"

"No? I've had a lot of experience."

Kang Yoon smiled, giving off a strange look in his eyes. Jung Mina frowned.

"Oh, come on. Feel it."

"Hahaha."

"That's it. Say something nice quickly and go. I could make a mistake, or the back..."

Irony. Jung Mina is shy of joining hands. Kang Yoon glanced at Jung Mina for a moment.

"I'll be there."

"Well, what is it? Leaving already?"

When Kang Yoon really left, Jung Mina grumbled without rest. There was nothing like usual. I was embarrassed.

"Why are you here?! If you're here, you have to do something. Damn! I'm going crazy!!"

I sat down angry in a strict place. I put my hand on her chest, and her eyes widen to see if she found anything.

"... has stopped?"

The palpitations that seemed to protrude stopped. I also stopped my hands from trembling because of tension. Lies. Kang Yoon and his bickering unwittingly loosened him.

"Well, well, well. It won't be a big deal. Hahaha."

It wasn't that I wasn't worried. I just felt like I could handle it differently than before. Suddenly there was a huge burden and I met him... and his heart melted away.

"... I don't like it. Really."

It was a ghost. Jung Mina frowned, staring at Kang Yun's door.

Kang Yoon returned to his seat next to the sound equipment. Shamur's ballad turns into a dance song. He's running toward the end of the first act. Fifty dancers and Shamur line up in a V-string, marching like knives.

'Good.'

The stage was embroidered in brilliant golden light. Kang Yoon was satisfied. Good flow continued from the opening.

The cast and staff were all mixed up around Shamuel.

- Woooo--

[Woooo--]

The audience kissed the thin humming of Shamur as well. Beyond the peak, the accompaniment was waning. The staff was busy when only the drums and voices rang the concert hall.

Kang Yoon grabbed the radio.

[Guest, are you ready?]

[Yes, all you have to do is give the signal.]

Humming slowly subsided. Shamur raises his hand to greet the audience. The light that was shining the shampoo with Park Sook-li faded slowly. The golden light that was expanding vigorously stayed like fog.

It was stage fright.

Part 1 was finished with the departure of Shamuel.

Following a short video, Brazil's popular singer, Luka, appeared. The first recruiter was a Brazilian national singer who paid close attention. Like a high profile, people responded with applause. Luca raised her voice softly with a weapon of Brazilian unique rhythm, Bosanova.

At that time, Kang Yoon's eyes distorted.

What is it?

In the golden glow of her stay, notes produced by Luca seep in. The golden light fades, and a white light gushes out. Unlike when Shamur was stirring up the entire audience, the number of citizens was getting half the response.

'Skill difference.'

Kang Yoon found out about the problem. Especially when you open the next stage of Shamuel, the difference people will feel is even worse. Luca sweats all over her face and does her best, but the white light rarely lingers.

Kang Yoon did not let go. I was busy running, including raising the sound to each director, concentrating the light. The lighting changed and the atmosphere slightly improved, but nothing much changed.

The singer Luca was also choked to turn the mood inside out.

Then a strange note popped out. At that moment, the singer embarrassed the audience. It was a catastrophe that was summoned from the morale department. Kang Yoon grabbed his forehead. It was black. The atmosphere began to cool rapidly.

Kang Yoon asked as he took off the headset.

[Where are you going?]

[I'll be in the waiting room for a moment.]

Kang Yoon goes to the waiting room, and Shamuel greets him with a gust of smoke from his body.

[Ah, Kang Yoon.]

[Well done.]

He raises his hand and closes his eyes again. The staff's hands are busy redoing their sweaty makeup.

With my eyes closed, Shamur asked.

[Stage, were you okay?]

[Excellent.]

[Oh, it was like a hairball. I've never been in front of so many people...]

He closed his eyes and painted a hose with his mouth. Within the bruising of the staff who rubbed his face with a cotton wool, he clammed his mouth, and the waiting room became a laughing sea.

[But that Mina girl, will she be okay? I felt pressure on that stage, too.]

When he asked if Chemuel was curious, Kang Yun boldly replied.

[You'll be fine. Mina's breasts are unusual.]

[It was definitely big.]

Yes?

As Kang Yun's eyes curled up, Shamur smiled as if he didn't mind.

[Hahaha. I'm looking forward to it. Oh, right. I have something to tell you...]

Jung Mina, who was waiting backstage while the two people were talking, closed her eyes, holding her hands tightly.

'Ugh...'

My chest was pounding. That poor thing.) When the singer's order was over, it was his turn. The front, back, and sides of the stage are all surrounded by people so that no end can be seen. I clenched my heart by clenching my fist.

One way or another, Luca's stage is over. I clapped my hands, but there were tears in his eyes.

[Jung-min. Be prepared.]

One of the staff gestures at Jung Mina. Finally, it was time to go onstage.

While touching the singer Luka, Jung Mina walked to the stage.

"Work hard, not like that."

Whoa! The lights are on the stage.

What about her?]

How long is this gonna last?]

I did not feel better on stage. The audience who saw Luka's musical performance as a national singer was only looking for Shamuel, who was disappointed.

Jung Mina, who looked around the audience, tightened her eyes and looked straight ahead.

'Well, fine.'

I'll see you after this stage.

- Here we go.

Kang Yoon heard Jung Mina's voice. With a cheerful percussion, Jung Mina got into a posture.

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