God of Music

One, two, three... six.

Jung Mina stepped on the base step, the Six Map. After the sixth step, I lay on the floor slipping on my hands and elbows and lifted my legs. It was a proprietary patent, Elbow Frizz. Everyone's eyes twisted as a feisty Asian woman performs a powerful reversal.

[Beboying?!]

[What?!]

Even in Brazil, a country that loves to dance, women rarely dance on this level of difficulty. I then twist my body around, keeping my foot up in the sky. It was an Invert. It was one of the most difficult non-boying freelance choreographers.

[Ooh, wow!!]

[Crazy!! Wow!!]

With intense impact, the audience began to focus on the stage as a whole. Percussion was also loud just in time. As if to pour oil, Jung Mina swirled forward. Percussion stops with him, and the dancers tear off the long tee he was wearing next to her.

Tank tops and hotpants reveal their abdomen as the teas are torn.

[Wahhhh!!]

The rhythmic music loosened and became sticky with the cheering of the audience. It was a 'Hot Smile' organized by Kang Yoon for a sexy dance. Jung Mina stepped up to the audience and rode the wave. When the front audience reached out to grab her, Jung Mina reached out and stroked her face, and immediately returned to her seat. The atmosphere warmed up.

- Do it? Do it--

The full stage began with the lyrics. Jung Mina flicks her hips and rides the wave. The thin waist stood out, revealing the curves of the body. Moving lights and lights also turned to a bright light. Smoking up the Foghmer God made the dreamy sexiness stand out.

Changing between the stage and Jung Mina, Kang Yoon flies the radio.

- Please close up with camera # 3 as soon as possible.

Camera three was on the left. Jung Mina's left face was prettier. When the radio was delivered, the left face of Jung Mina appeared more frequently on the large screen.

The sound director who had been watching the mixer for a long time asked.

[Master, I can't hear you very well. I'm going to raise an AR and kill the singer.]

[Yes, sir.]

Kang Yun nodded. Lipsync. Focus on performance rather than reciting absurd English lyrics with a lack of vocalism.

- Focus on the performance.

After listening to Kang Yun's radio, Jung Mina lowered the music she was trying to make. I felt more energized by the dance. Along with him, the white glows and the silver glows.

'One down. Now we need a fight.'

Kang Yoon pondered. Silver lights are great, but at concerts of this magnitude, only half of the venue was captured. I needed gold.

[Brilliant.]

When Kang Yun was concentrating on the nerves coming to the stage, someone stabbed him in the back. Turns out it was the one that was supposed to be in the waiting room. Kang Yoon took off his headset in shock.

[Shamur, should we get ready for the stage?]

[It's okay for a second. I went to the bathroom, and I was wondering if I could watch the stage here. Good view, by the way.]

He looks up at the stage and puts his hands on his chin.

[That Mina is amazing. There are other dancers like Jua.]

[You'll be happy to hear that.]

[Tell him that, too. I'll see you on stage later.]

Kang Yun nods and turns to the stage.

Seeing his focus on the stage, Shamur smiled. More than anyone I've ever met, this Asian man was enthusiastic. Ability, passion, trust. It was a true master, with everything.

"Kang Yoon."

"Yes?"

"Let's do part 2 well, The God of Music."

After hearing nonsense, Kang Yoon gave out a handful of something from his mouth. The acoustic team, including the acoustic director, laughed at Kang Yun's reaction.

[Shea, Shemuel. Shi, what a god. I really don't think that's true.]

[Hahaha.]

After Shemuel hears it, his voice sounds cheerful on the radio.

[God of Music, God of Music!!]

[Ian, don't say that. God?]

[Why? That's good. God of Music, God of Music!!]

I didn't know the expression would be too much, but it was in my mind. It was a sign of respect and appreciation for Kang Yoon, who created a stage that he thought was impossible.

In a pleasant atmosphere, the stage was transformed into a deed. The silver glow was consistent. At that time, the original lights illuminated a dancer with Jung Mina. The dancer was wearing a black jumper on Jung Mina's shoulder.

[Right]

As Jung Mina's exposure was concealed, a voice of sorrow came to Kang Yoon. At a time of curiosity, Jung Mina took a beanie hat, stuck her head on the ground, and began to spin. It was a headspin. People's gaze was startled as their best non-boying skills exploded. This was also when the silver glow began to fade. As if you don't want to miss this flow, you get up and turn your back to the ground. The dancers came at the end of the deem and tore the jumper.

[Waaaahhhh !!]

'To go. Greed grows.'

Hearing the crowd cheer, Kang Yun shrugged. I felt that I had sharpened my knife properly. Sexy concepts, long term non-boyings. I pasted it without any arrangement or glamour that I considered. It must be the work of Yooyun. Jung Mina was pouring everything on this stage.

'I'm weirdly proud.'

Is this how a father feels when he marries his daughter? It felt strange to leave my hands. A strange light emanates from the shimmering silver.

'Gold.'

The audience who were affected by the golden light stood up and cheered. Her own song combined with a sexy concept has captivated everyone.

[Wow, that's amazing. The singer of the god of music is different.]

[As expected, the god of music...]

Kang Yun cleared her throat. Appreciate the compliment, but the words don't make much sense.

While the Shamuel is resting, he once again raises the mood for his guests. Kang Yun's plan was a success. The early singer Luca almost put me at risk, but thanks to Jung-min, I was able to make it go away. Thanks to this, Shamuel was able to create a more comfortable stage. After Jung Mina's stage, the audience who stood up had no room to sit.

'Good. So far, so good.'

Watching the golden stage, Kang Yoon crossed his arms. The audience was waving their hands at Shamur's song.

[Are you ready for snow?]

Anytime, okay.

Okay, signed, Kang Yoon leans toward the stage with his hands on the table. It was the moment when the song of the Shamur changed.

♪ Everyone lives ♪ ♪ with hurts-but-- ♪

It was a song that Shemuel emphasized and emphasized, "Heal." Shemuel recited the lyrics, as if humming. On the screen was a girl wearing a yellow flower and white dress. The stage became brighter. You hear the wind whistling along with the sound of birds.

- You live with pain

The stage turns green with the sound of the wind. Blue trees and butterflies appeared at the bottom of the screen and stage.

Everyone wants to be healed? Heal--

It was smooth. As the song went on, the screen crossed the forest and the sea. Like attracted by a soft voice, the audience held their hands and lifted them to the sky.

- Hmm-- you have to--

The tone became higher and the atmosphere began to increase. Kang Yun, who was alternating the stage with Conti, cried out.

- Now!

The scorched snow machine began to make a big noise. On both sides, I started splattering my eyes at the audience.

[Snow!!]

[Snow!!]

The white snow spread across the screen, and the audience looked up at the sky with joyful eyes. In Brazil, snow was a hard thing to see. Seeing such eyes at the theater, the curiosity, buck, etc. captivated everyone. Young audiences also threw their eyes together, and some audiences acted compassionately, including sprinkling their eyes back into the sky.

'Phew.'

The rebuilding and master volume were turned up, so you couldn't hear the snowflake. I've done a lot of rehearsals, but just in case. Kang Yoon just swept off his chest.

At that moment, a clear light begins to emanate from within the raging golden glow.

What is it? '

It was a light completely different from the white one.

If the white light is clean, should we say that this light is spotless? While Kang Yun was fascinated for a moment, the transparent light spread out quickly throughout the Maracanan stadium. I began to sing along to the songs of Shamur, even the staff that had been cool so far. Like hypnotism.

"What the hell...!! '

Kang Yoon tried to calm the boiling breasts. I felt like something was forcing my chest to open up. The sound director next to him is blushing and touching the mixer. It was a force that forced the staff to stay calm at all times. The audience had nothing to say.

You're crazy!! This stage!! '

More than gold. I didn't stop shaking at new discoveries.

The three-day concert of Shamur concluded with great success.

Unlike the weather forecast, on the second and third days, it was clear without clouds. The planning team that had to search the bus was able to sigh.

The decomposing theme song, 'Heal', was praised as an all-time stage. It has been commented that the deeper the voice and the harmony of the stage and the stage device is an unprecedented combination. The awareness of Junski's field was greatly enhanced by renting snow machines with advertisements like eggs.

Luca, a Brazilian citizen singer, was all in on the concert stage except for all the remaining two days. Kang Yoon took care of him, adjusting to the continent. Thanks to you, I have redeemed the dishonor of the sound and put on a better stage.

So many words, so many talents, and the Brazilian concert was over.

There were both cast and staff at the venue that had not yet been opened. After receiving a simple applause, Shamuel turned his eyes to Kang Yun who was squatting helplessly in the corner.

[Master, a word.]

[Haha. I'm sorry, but can I stop?]

Kang Yoon smiled powerlessly. My eyes loosened and my shoulders grew colder. As soon as the concert was over, I was relieved of all tension.

Shemuel smiles viciously, raising his head and standing beside him.

[From now on, there is the word of the god of music.]

[Wahhh---!!]

[Shea, Shemuel...]

I didn't have the strength. Kang Yun hesitated for a moment, then tightened his stomach and squeezed the last strength.

[I think it's just a word. Good work everyone!!]

[Good job!!]

It was a declaration of the end of the concert. Tears, applause and cheer burst out. Kang Yoon sat still. I can't feel my legs anymore. I couldn't hear you say "Thank you" or "Thank you." I just wanted to rest.

After everyone left with the Declaration of Dissolution from Shamuel, Kang Yoon lay on a huge stage.

'It's over.'

You can still hear Shamur's voice and the screaming of the audience. After an hour, the transparent light still surrounds the stage. I closed my eyes, and my heart started to burn again.

"What are you doing alone, the God of Music?"

"That's what they call it... Ah, Jua."

Turning his head, he was a musician. Jung Mina, who was dressed as a uniform next to her, was indifferently looking at herself. The two young ladies came as loud as they could.

"How long are you planning on rolling around? This isn't the room."

"This is the living room now. Aren't you coming?"

Jung Mina replied, looking down at Kang Yun.

"I can't speak well... I just want to rest today."

"Still, I think you should visit. They're good people when they're close."

"Why aren't you going if you like it?"

I had nothing to say. I'm saying no, you're not.

Jua sits down next to Kang Yun and taps her belly with her palm. There was a barrel.

"Thanks to you, I'm standing on a crazy stage. You liked him, too, right?"

"Oh, thank you."

"What, no answer to this castle? This is ridiculous."

Kang Yun helplessly lowered his hand and replied.

"I just want it to be okay."

"What? That's it?"

"Between us, what else do you need?"

"Tsk, tsk. Yeah, yeah."

Jooa lies beside Kang Yun, her hands on her head. They looked up at the ceiling side by side.

"Brother, I have something to tell you. Ms. Won... I don't think so now."

"Ms. Won? Is something wrong?"

"No, I'll tell you later."

I asked her several times, but she said she doesn't think it's now, and she only repeated that she would tell me next time. Finally, Kang Yoon gave up and closed his eyes. I felt strangely warm on the cold floor.

"Zzz...

"Brother, what? Are you sleeping?"

I heard breathing. Jua and Jung Mina were embarrassed and shaken several times, but Kang Yun didn't wake up easily. He woke up last night.

Two days later.

Kang Yoon, who was packing his luggage, took a page from Shamuel and ran for a run.

[Hello?]

I took a day off, but the look on Shamur's face was tiring.

It was a sequelae of all passion.

[Yes, but why did you ask me to come to the airport?]

Behind the Shamur, massive planes shine. I was busy with aircraft receiving maintenance or coming in from the air. It was an airport.

[I called to settle.]

[The settlement?]

[Do you have the white check I gave you?]

When Shamuel reached out his hand, Kang Yoon handed him the white check he received last time. Shemuel pulls out a pen from his upper pocket and writes something down and hands it to Kang Yun.

- G320

Kang Yun, who received the check, tilted his head for a moment to see if something came to mind, and his eyes widened.

[Shea, Shemuel. This...!]

[Let me introduce you.]

Shamur gestures at the window. At the end of his hand was an airplane painted "World Studio."

[Kang Yoon, thank you for creating the best performance. It's a G320. It's a little one, but you can go anywhere in the world.]

[Shamur...]

[Unfortunately, I didn't have time to address tax issues. It takes a lot of time.]

No, Kang Yun, who was thinking about it, held Shamuel's hand. In the growing schedule, all the courage was absolutely necessary. The best presents for the best performances.

Seeing Kang Yun happy as a child, Shamuel was pleased.

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