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‘My 20 years old’. Yoon Lee Seol 1st Regular Album Review

The unofficial debut of Singer-songwriter Yoon Iseol, who was wandering only on various video sites, ‘once again’ was loved by the public because of the colorless distinction between Under-Major. Thanks to this, the successive release of a single ‘sparkling star’ led to the exclusive first-place sound record-keeping site, raising doubts about whether or not it was the planned marketing of a large promoter.

However, Yoon Lee Seol's choice since then was the way in which the mouths of the large promoters could not come out.

Enter the independent label and get ready for the full album. By working with underground musicians alone, it makes her feel that her birth is‘ artistic ’, not‘ commercial ’.

Yoon Yi Seol does not stop here, but makes another amazing choice. Meeting with Genius Producer Kang Min-ho, who can capture her unique voice as an element of public love for the maniacal undermusician…… (approximate)

My 20 years-

There is no album more appropriate for a woman in her 10-20s to feel a sense of greed. The title song ‘Eye contact’ is the beauty.

By Kim Ki-sun - Music Channel IZ Music Critic

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Monday night, the third week of September.

After finishing his schedule, Min-ho, who was scanning the article in the van returning to his place, didn't even think that someone was staring at him because he said, "Genius producer," but he coughed and looked around. You can't put a phone in there to say no to critics.

"I'm not the genius, I'm the metaphor. ’

As a result of the work for the past month and a half, Yoon Yi Seol's album was finally published. Although he still had to prepare for the title music video shoot and showcase, he didn't have much to get involved with because he had been asked by experts at KG Enters.

‘At last, Lee Seol will be the idol of the whole nation. ’

Minho gazed out of the window as she bursted into song by Yoon Yi Seol, who was ranked # 1 in real-time sound recording.

“Minho.”

The ball manager who was driving asked me with a smile.

“Did you know my phone was on fire earlier? I want to work with Minho even singers who have never been contacted in their lives. Some people will be surprised to hear the name. ”

“I don't represent labels anymore. Decline me appropriately ”

“Oh, I meant the representative... ”

The ball manager dared to look at Minho in the rear-view mirror, slightly blurry and drunk from the excitement of the song.

“There are still no more singers from 'Starpeace’ and you need to remain the lead delegate until then, as Min Ho will be required to attend this quarter's business reporting meeting. ”

“Business reports? Me? ”

Minho's eyes widened. The ball manager was fortunate not to worry about Minho as much as Lim So-hee asked.

“Don't worry, we are simply reporting on the progress of Minho's work with the label. ”

“That's enough. ”

Seeing Minho accepting, the ball manager said, "Phew.” and swept my heart away. The trust of the ball manager who said, 'It's a problem to ask, but you can do it well when you're in charge of work’ has never been wrong in the four months of working for Minho.

“My ball manager. ”

Minho asked what the schedule was for tomorrow.

“Has the concept of the Youth Journal changed? ”

“No, not at all. ”

“Then why are you suddenly inviting me? ”

“I heard it's harvest season, so you'll be invited to serve plenty of food. Sora invited Minho. ”

“You didn't say anything, did you? ”

“Of course. You can go get it and come back. ”

Minho was worried because he had made a big fuss with the producers the last time he appeared. If you have to shovel, I'll give you food, or you'll get in trouble.

On the other hand, there was something to be expected. Lately, I've only been wandering around Seoul. The car will be crowded and the air will escape the murky city, and it will be its own healing to see the clean scenery of the Uchiri.

The ball manager said when he saw Minho's lodging building far away.

“Most of them have been postponed since their departure, other than public broadcasts, as Minho requested. I know it's hard, but you'll be able to relax when you're done tomorrow. ”

“Thank you, ball manager. ”

“No, it's my fault for over-scheduling without considering your stamina. ”

The van stopped in front of the house.

Minho looked at the ball manager who looked tired from driving all day and Kim Cody who was passed out in the back seat. Kim Cody fell asleep, not waking him up.

“Goodbye, ball manager. ”

“Well done.”

“Bye, Min-ho! ”

Kim Cody greeted Minho who was about to leave the van later. Minho waved his hand at the van leaving with a bloody smile.

‘Rest well, both of you. ’

The real reason we had to reschedule was not because of ourselves, but because of the two weeks ahead of us. These days, when we have been busy without holidays, if we can just get some sleep, those two will taste more dead than the ones who can always recover from their mood swings.

When I looked at the clock, it was 11 p.m.

A good time to wash and sleep for about an hour. The foreign language spoken and heard through the ring was not as unnatural as it used to be, thanks to the painting materials that are studying intensely for visiting Paris.

“Hi, Bonjour! Guten Tak!”

Minho, who was opening the door while mumbling his greeting, heard a sudden leap from the wall and turned his head.

"Huh?

I looked over the fence, but no one was seen.

Tiering.

In the meantime, a text came.

Min-ho, are you staying at the lodge?]

Yoon Yi Seol's text. I can feel Min-ho's presence. [No, I'm busy today. I don't think I can go to my place.]. "Then I touched the Braille watch on the wrist. The increased hearing hides behind the pillar of the door next door." Eek? Really? ”

“Isn't that you? ”

Yoon Lee Seol pushed his head out of the column. Then I met Min-ho who was standing with his arms crossed. She flinches, pretending not to, and walks away and is caught by Minho's clasped hands.

“Where are you going? ”

Yoon Lee Seol's face turned away from him was sad. Her plan to surprise Minho with a cake in her right hand and a firecracker in her left hand was well understood from the start.

“It takes a hundred years to deceive me. ”

“Hehe.”

Minho asked while dipping his forehead.

“What's going on so late? You know I'm the only one who insults you every time you come home late. No matter how much label you're under, does this brother have to be on lockdown? ”

“But we still have to celebrate. I've been thinking about you... Hey! ”

Yoon Iseol, who twisted his head to the left and to the right, said.

“Oh, you're number one on the title you've worked so hard on. ”

Yoon Lee Seol smiled brightly, waving the cake and fireworks in his hand.

Inside the playground near the house where the streetlights dimly shine, there were two people preparing a small party. Yoon Iseol started singing when Minho put a candle in his hand and lit a match with it.

“Congratulations on 1st place ~ Congratulations on 1st place ~”

Yoon Yi Seol's voice, which had opened for the birthday song, reached the word "love" and showed hesitation.

“Sa, sa, my esteemed interim boss!"

“Representative. ”

“Congratulations Representative ~ 1st Place! ”

Yoon Yi Seol whistled a candle that was labeled as the number ‘1’ model on the mini-cake.

Oh, man.

Min-ho, who was watching his favorite Yoon Iseol clapping her hands, changed her face as she watched her try to burst a firecracker.

“Lee Seol.”

You quickly grasp her arm, thinking it would be terrible to hear the sound of a firecracker in a situation with increased hearing. "Why?" Minho calmly said in her eyes.

“If you blow up something like that at this hour, you'll be swearing. ”

“Oh, right. ”

Yoon Iseol looked around and smiled. It was close to the park, away from the housing complex.

“Even if the fireworks don't go off, we still have to do this. ”

“What?"

Minho dipped the cream of the cake on his fingertips and applied it to Yoon Yiseul's nose.

“Brother!"

Yoon Yi Seol tried to fight back with an impression, but it was not easy with a small and small fist. I put another cream on my cheek.

“Yikes!”

Minho laughed for a long time because Yoon Iseol, who wields his arms, was cute.

After a while.

Minho sat down in a jungle gym and wept over the cake, saying.

“Congratulations 1st place, Lee Seol. ”

“Thank you, brother. ”

“You're going to need a manager to get on stage and be on the air. ”

“Manager?”

“Don't go wandering around at night like this, because Im said he'll give you someone as good as the ball manager. ”

“Yes, brother. ”

Yun Yi Seol shrunk his shoulders with this answer. It was because we were running out of time to watch Minho when the broadcast started.

Minho's next words to her who was blurry.

“At first, you won't know what to say on the air. Get to know the radio and cable scene while you go out with me. This brother has just started his debut, but he has done all kinds of fine work. ”

Together!

Don Yun Seol turned his head.

“Too late. Time to go. ”

Minho came down from the jungle gym and reached out to Yoon Il-sul.

“What happened to your hand? ”

Yoon Yi Seol's face flushed with anticipation because she wanted to hold my hand tight.

“I thought you might fall down from there. The number one singer on our label is gonna hurt his bones. ”

“I'm not going to fall! ”

Yoon Lee Seol smiled as he stepped down from the jungle gym. Minho smiled at her confident eyes, ’See?' Suddenly he thought.

“I can walk up there with my eyes closed. ”

“Lies.”

“Look.”

Minho smiled and touched the watch on his wrist. Then you climb up onto the first compartment of the jungle gym and raise your arms. Yoon Iseol, who was looking carefully at Minho who was pretending to walk, looked impressed and asked, "What can I do?"

“Are you awake? ”

“No, because I have a sense of balance. Unlike other people who fall all the time. ”

“Blood.”

After all, Yoon Iseol puffed his cheeks and Minho laughed again.

“That's it. I'm going now... ”

“Shh.”

Minho suddenly shrugged his ears and took his index finger and put it on his mouth.

“Be quiet for a second, Lee Seol. ”

After doubting Yoon Iseol, Minho started walking to the grass next to the trail outside the playground. Yoon Iseol who was moving after me was surprised to hear a little cry of ‘meowing’ in the wind. Though the sound of the leaves touching the wind is almost indistinguishable from the sound of the cat's cry.

There is a cat somewhere in this grass. The cat must be sick because it can't speak properly.

Yoon Lee Seol's gaze naturally directed towards the jungle gym of the playground.

How did he hear that? ’

Minho pushed the grass at the height of his calf, and there was a place where the leaves were piled.

“Over here.”

Minho found a kitten that was crying a little. The skinny-ass kitten was going up and down restlessly, having a hard time breathing.

Meow!

A kitten that climbs into Minho's palm and does nothing but cry.

“Oh my…. ”

Yoon Seul was unable to speak for a moment because his cat looked like he was going to stop breathing. The crying sounded like ‘Help! Help!'.

“He's still breathing. ”

Minho stood in front of Yoon Yi Seul.

“Lee Seol, hold him while I drive. Let's go to the vet first."

Yoon Lee Seol hugged the kitten.

Yuck!

A classic car running at terrifying speed, gliding smoothly and stopping on one side of the road. The door opened, and Min Ho and Yoon Yi Seol jumped into a building with a sign "Forever Veterinary Hospital."

While he made a massive speed violation to visit a large veterinary hospital that would run the emergency room late at night, Minho did not mind running to the reception.

In 30 minutes.

“It was dangerous because of malnutrition. Fortunately, there are no skin diseases common to long cats, so if you just feed them antihelminthics and wait two days, they will recover well. ”

At the same time, Minho and Yoon Seul sighed of relief, saying the veterinarian with the name Cha Do-joon.

“Just sign at the reception and we'll get back to you. Now you don't have to worry too much. ”

“Thank you, veterinarian. ”

Two people watching a kitten breathe in a transparent box. Minho still patted Yoon Lee Seol's shoulder, which was still crying.

“He says it's fine.”

“If you hadn't found it, you'd be dead. ”

Minho's gaze stayed on Cha Do-jun, who was wearing a glittering stethoscope around his neck. About the second half? If you're a veterinarian who loves animals enough to look young, you'd be good at it, too.

“That veterinarian's gonna be great. It's too late. Let's go.”

Since it was almost 1: 00 in the morning, Minho went out to drop Yoon Il-sun home. And I looked at the sign of the veterinary hospital.

"Forever Animal Hospital. ’

Minho thought he should come by in two days and ask him to let me touch the stethoscope.

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The next day.

Minho had to get into the ball manager's van and listen to the thunder.

“Change?”

“Yes, I heard the news only in the morning. The award is that Lee Do-jin, the shelter owner of the Youth Journal, left in a hurry because of the movie schedule. In fact, they give us advance notice in these cases. ”

“You were aiming for it. ”

“Minho seems to have made a molka-shaped move by revealing his intention not to appear normally. You can still say no to your schedule. ”

Schedule to be a daily MC leading a member of the Youth Journal instead of being served dinner at Ulchi. He felt that he had been deceived not only by PD, but also by Lee Do-jin, but Min-ho now thought that there was no reason to reject the public wave's, and its, well-watched programs.

“It's just for today, right? ”

If Minho refused, the ball manager's face turned pale.

“Lee Do-jin will be back tomorrow at dawn. Until then, you just need to play MC. ”

“Let's do it, then. It's like a day of chopping rice. ”

“Ah. Today's schedule is not a lawnmower. ”

“Yes?”

“The harvest was amazing last week, and I'm here with the breeders in case they want to raise animals at Uchiri House in the winter. At the Yongin Zoo. ”

“D, an animal? ”

I studied about farming in the fall, just in case, but animals. The youth journal producers are not all that great. Minho felt anxious for a moment.