Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 13



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Episode 13. The Wolf Boy (2)

quiet.

There is no applause like the one you get at the end of a performance with the band members in Itaewon or Jongno, but you can tell.

I think I’m starting to feel better now.

Rather, I feel that there has been a rapid growth in expression and the ability to put emotion into music since the time slip.

So it doesn’t matter if applause doesn’t decorate the stage.

Because I did well.

At the moment when everyone was silent, Youngpil picked up the microphone first.

“Uh… … First, let me talk about this song. Those who know it will probably know. It’s a mega hit song by a very famous rock band called Guns N’ Roses. It’s called Sweet Child O’ Mine. It’s a pretty old song, but many people will be familiar with it. It’s been used in movies quite a few times. It was also in the Marvel movie Thor. It’s also my favorite song.”

As before, when Youngpil Hyung took the mic, there were no judges who interrupted him or gave him a hint.

Even though we’re on stage, we’re at the same eye level.

So, Youngpil hyung looked good.

The hand holding the microphone is shaking slightly.

“Uh… … I want to ask this first. Is there a reason why you chose this song?”

Our eyes meet.

But it looks like he doesn’t recognize me.

It would be stranger if you could tell right away.

If you look at it that way, Beomseok really is a strange guy.

Compared to Beomseok, whose face I had seen from the beginning, his hair has grown long now and covers half of his face, so it would be harder to recognize him.

“This is my close friend’s favorite song.”

“My close brother… … , um. Where did you learn guitar? There are very few left-handed guitarists.”

“I taught myself. After I got to a certain level, I learned from an older brother who helped me catch it.”

“What about the vocals? So you taught yourself how to sing? Your voice is really unique, and, um… … It’s weird to say this after saying it’s unique… … It’s a familiar voice… … huh.”

“I learned it from my brother who said it was his favorite song.”

After I finished answering, Youngpil, who had a blank expression for a moment, flinched and finished speaking.

“Ah… … Really? Oh, right, I have to evaluate this stage. I did appreciate it. It was really good. It was so good that I forgot about the judging and enjoyed it.”

As if waiting for Youngpil to finish speaking, the man behind the name tag that said Jang Pilseong began to speak passionately.

“Your guitar is really great. Do you want to join our band? If you come in, I’m thinking of changing your guitar right away. Oh, please cut this. Our Minsu hyung will be upset.”

“Is that a Gibson guitar? But in this song Slash is a Les Paul, but that’s not a Les Paul, it’s an SG?”

“Is it because you’re left-handed? Symmetrical? Or because Jimi Hendrix used it?”

“You were born with a natural vocal cord? What other songs do you know? Come to my waiting room after you’re done, I’ll take a look.”

As he was talking alone, the host interrupted.

“During the Idol Season that I Choose, the trainees and judges cannot contact or meet individually until the trainee is eliminated.”

“Huh? Really? Should I just drop it right now? But it was too good for that.”

And even Kim Yun-seok.

That guy knows.

Because when I watch TV, I hear one of his songs at least once a day.

“How high does it go? This song is really high, but it’s still very relaxed.”

“It’s about a G out of the fourth octave.”

“Right? There’s definitely some strength left. Looking at it, it looks like you can play with 3 octaves with ease.”

“… … .”

“I’m not an idol, I’m a traditional rock vocalist, you know?”

“……yes.”

The smile on this person’s face seems to pierce right through me.

You, your bass is weak, right? But I won’t mention it now. Let’s talk about it later when you listen to it.

Whatever it was, it was nice that there were no additional demands, such as having to dance like in the preliminary round.

“Trainee number 99. Lee Dong Ha. Level A. For now, you’ll get an A just for singing. As for dancing… … Well, there’s another round anyway, so let’s see then.”

After the stage is over and today’s filming is all over.

As I was going to go find Youngpil, one of the staff members grabbed my arm.

“I need to get a personal interview and reactions. Come this way.”

“No, just wait a minute.”

“There’s no time, hurry.”

like that.

Youngpil’s brief meeting with his brother has ended.

And then I realized.

“Can’t you give me Judge Hong Young-pil’s contact information? Why not? Then, can we talk about it separately during the next recording? You can’t do that either?”

As Jang Pil-sung said, if Young-pil wants to talk to or meet his brother, he has to fail this audition.

* * *

After the preliminary round, Super Musician will be broadcast live from the main stage. There is a one-month gap between text voting, which encourages extreme viewer participation.

If we were to translate this into broadcasting, it would mean that the preliminary rounds will be broadcast for about a month, meaning that the participants who participated in the preliminary rounds will be given a short period of time to feel the actual effects of the broadcast.

But the idol I choose was different.

Even though Super Musician, which selects musicians, and Idol, which I select, are the same audition programs, the audience is different.

Super Musician is aimed at a wider, general audience.

The idols I choose are mainly composed of so-called Dolpan maniacs or women in their teens to early to mid twenties.

They want fast feedback and immediate responses.

So.

Almost live broadcast from the first recording.

After the first episode where the 99 trainees who made it to the finals were introduced, the second-year classroom at Paradise High School was in an uproar.

“Did you see it, did you see it?”

“Oh, totally. The Mute Enter oppas definitely have skills.”

“Isn’t that the biggest company among those that came out?”

“Right, right.”

“I was so heartbroken when I saw our Jaewoon crying. Isn’t that a good thing?”

“Taeoh can debut just like that, right?”

“Oh! Totally, totally! I also pick Tae-oh!”

Of course, most of those who gathered and talked about yesterday’s broadcast were female students.

Next year, the hell of third year high school begins.

In fact, many of my friends have already entered the college entrance exam mode since summer has already started.

So, this is the end of my fandom.

But originally, forbidden love was sweeter.

Eve also ate the apple that she was told not to eat.

Pandora also opened the box she was told not to open.

It’s not because they’re crazy.

The human mind is such that when you tell it not to do something, it wants to do it more.

“Oh my. You guys are talking nonsense. What kind of skills do idols have? What are they good at? … .”

Park Min-jae, who had been lying face down, raised his head and clicked his tongue.

They say that love blossoms in coed classes. That’s all a lie.

That’s as unrealistic as saying that an older sister and younger brother love each other.

Wearing thick glasses.

Even in midsummer, I wrap myself in a lap blanket.

My feet smell so bad, it’s shattered all my illusions about women for the past two years.

“Idols are singers? Huh? To them, you guys are just honey pots, honey pots. Huh? Huh! Everyone go back to your seats and study! The college entrance exam is just around the corner!”

The women gave Park Min-jae cold stares at his shouting.

“what?”

“Just go to sleep. Don’t cause trouble.”

“I didn’t even look at the book.”

It’s cold.

It wasn’t like this from the beginning, but after they found out each other’s true identities, men and women took sides and fought like South and North Korea.

“I’m saying this with you guys in mind. Idols are just entertainers. Hey, you know our Pilseong hyung? People like Pilseong hyung are singers.”

Early education sometimes causes children to grow in undesirable directions.

My uncle’s house is less than a 5-minute walk away.

From there, it was less than a 10-minute walk to my uncle’s store.

Parents who both worked.

Naturally, I spent a lot of time in the back room of my uncle’s store.

Because of this, Park Min-jae came to have a completely different musical world from his peers.

“Oh… … Really, why are you like that?”

“Leave him alone. His taste in music is older than my dad’s.”

Well… …Unfortunately, modern music has been taken over by idols.

The moment Park Min-jae realized that he had entered a battlefield without any allies, he was about to put his head back down on the desk.

“Your Jang Pil-seong, you’re here as a judge for My Pick.”

The nonsense stopped Park Min-jae in his tracks.

Although it was unrequited love, she kept it in her heart and reminded me that sad love is not love.

It’s Kim Mi-so.

The name is Misun, but just looking at Park Min-jae gives him an impression.

The under-evolved brain of a high school sophomore who thought, “If I can’t have it, I’ll break it,” made Park Min-jae spit out harsh words.

“Yeah. No kidding. Jang Pil-sung isn’t even Shumu, so why is he there as a judge?”

“Yes. He came out. He even praised it. Here’s the proof.”

Kim Mi-so held out her cell phone with a winner’s smile.

That’s ridiculous.

Jang Pil-sung, who lives by the saying that idols are entertainers, not singers, is giving high praise even during an idol audition?

Park Min-jae jumped up from his seat, snorted, and walked next to Kim Mi-so, sticking his head in the cell phone screen.

“I think you’re crazy!”

Cherry flavor comes from Kim Mi-so’s mouth as she screams.

“Hmm, big! What… … I heard there was evidence, so I came to see the evidence… … .”

“Disgusting nostrils!”

Cherries are truly a sad fruit.

Want to have it but can’t have it.

I was afraid that if I continued answering, my well-hidden secrets would be revealed.

To the energetic 19-year-old Park Min-jae, Kim Mi-so’s cherry scent was just as strong.

So instead of answering, let’s touch the play button on the phone screen.

A clean and flowing electric guitar sound resonates, and a scene appears where Jang Pil-sung, a legend in indie bands, unknowingly pulls his body closer.

And the singing voice that gets stuck in your ears even though it doesn’t seem to put much effort into it.

“……uh?”

“Did you see? Your Jang Pil-seong came out as my pick, did you have your mouth hung from ear to ear?”

“Uh… … Ah… … .”

The female students burst into laughter at the sight of Park Min-jae stuttering.

The composure that only a winner can show.

Then they go back to chatting amongst themselves.

“The style is a bit cheesy. Isn’t this all smoke?”

“Me too. Only this guy doesn’t do close-ups of his face. He just takes pictures from far away.”

“I had my hair styled. If it turned out really well, it would be a hit. Right?”

“But you’re so skinny. I don’t think you weigh more than me.”

Those words brought the laughing schoolgirls back to reality.

The prison called school made female students, who had become increasingly concerned about their appearance, sit on chairs for more than 10 hours a day.

The law of total belly fat multiplied by the amount of time spent sitting on a chair and snacking increases belly fat.

It’s been quite some time since I last weighed myself on a scale.

The female students who had turned away from reality and turned a blind eye to themselves glared at the friend who had just spoken with resentful eyes.

Kim Mi-so’s words about saving such a friend.

“I’m still 99.”

“Right? There’s going to be a twist, right? Right?”

“First of all, it’s long. Even though you can’t see it very well, the proportions are amazing.”

“I was really drawn to the aggro.”

As the female students said, I really drew the aggro once.

-I was going to go to Super Musician, but the application period was over, so I participated.

-Can’t someone who plays the guitar be an idol?

-Think whatever you want.

In the same way, the show showed crazy words and actions that had never been seen before in any idol audition show, and compared to the low viewer ratings of the first episode, the topicality skyrocketed to an absurd level as countless memes were released on YouTube.

[A dog that came out of the house, playing geography.]

[Trainee number 99, spring among the homeless people in Seoul Station.]

[99 performances analyzed by a current guitar instructor.]

[The rocker who attacked the idol program. His real identity is.]

Secondary content that spreads in near real time on YouTube adds strength to aggro.

Of course, that’s what made all that aggro possible.

[A collection of Jang Pil-sung’s drooling scenes.]

[High note skills acknowledged by the 4th vocalist, Kim Yun-seok.]

[A collection of Hwang Yu-ra memes that I wanted to keep an eye on but ended up just keeping my mouth shut.]

Skill enough to draw aggro.

Although it was clearly a different flow from the idol auditions that had taken place up to that point, it still managed to create a proper buzz.

“What if he’s really handsome? Then I’m in real trouble.”

Kirik- Park Min-jae’s head slowly turned like a rusted tin robot.

Kim Mi-so’s bright smile and sparkling eyes as she looks at her friends, already drawing attention away from Park Min-jae.

Park Min-jae’s heart was burning.

This is why I hate idols even more.

However, somewhat unexpected words came out of Park Min-jae’s mouth.

“I… … know this person.”