Raising a Neglected Singer-Songwriter - Chapter 2
Only Krnovel
Episode 2. Late One Night, 1994
“Taeho.”
“Huh? Huh… … .”
The one who answered was a short, stocky man standing behind a long-haired bony figure.
“You wanted to go out, right? Go out. I won’t hold you back, not anymore.”
With those simple words, the long-haired bony man cut off the band’s bassist (of course, I later found out that his older brother was the bass guitarist).
The man called Taeho raised one finger and showed it, then kicked the practice room door as if he was going to break it down, and the long-haired bony man shook his leg frivolously and declared to the others.
“I’m the bass guitarist now. I’m better than Taeho. I got a fair cut. You all know what I mean, right?”
“uh.”
“I have no complaints. Even if it weren’t for that, I didn’t like Tae-ho. He keeps ruining the mood, and he always says he’s going to go pro. He just ignores other people.”
Am I the only one who doesn’t understand?
The long-haired bony man reached out.
“Welcome. You are now the guitarist in our band.”
A true master can cut down an opponent even with the roots of a green onion.
Of course, I just sleep next to the wave. I borrowed the opponent’s sword, though…
“You know Jimi Hendrix?”
I said in a spirited voice.
“You know. Legend of Legends.”
“By the way, you’re left-handed? I was going to tell you because your guitar is amazing, but I forgot.”
“Where did you learn guitar? You’re amazing.”
Everyone had a say, but I just said what I wanted to say.
“Woodstock. That’s where Jimi Hendrix played.”
“… … There’s no normal person among the kids who play rock.”
“So what?”
“… … ?”
Three people left.
My eyes began to take in them carefully.
In the first gangster trip.
These are my precious comrades that I gained from my first fight.
Long haired bone.
A scary looking guy, like a North Korean spy.
A tall, long-boned man who looks like he should be playing basketball rather than in a band.
“I’ll take you there, hyungs. Just trust me and follow me.”
“… … .”
“That… that’s why we passed you.”
“Hey, this is really weird.”
“Glastonbury too. Even Jimi Hendrix couldn’t perform there.”
The long-haired, bone-headed man who had been silent all along answered.
“Because he died the day before the festival.”
“That’s why.”
“A man is someone who keeps his promise.”
“I am that guy.”
“It’s not like you can’t make promises you can’t keep.”
“Have you been deceived? Trust me. I will definitely keep my promise.”
At my words, the long-haired bony brother chuckled to himself and then reached out his hand again.
“Please take care of me.”
This time, without saying anything else, he grabbed the long-haired, bone-like man’s hand.
He’s handsome. His fingers are long.
These are the fingers of a guitarist, not mine, that I’ve ever held for the first time.
“But I don’t have any money.”
“So what?”
“Can you give me this? Please lend it to me. I’ll pay you back with interest.”
“… … This kid is shameless. Do you know how much that is and are you going to pay it back?”
“I don’t know.”
As he said that, he caressed the guitar he was carrying as if he was caressing a precious baby.
The soft curves of the gloss smile at me.
One thing is for sure, it’s slimmer than my uncle’s acoustic guitar that I used to carry around.
The name of a slim guitar that sits in the corner of a slim body.
“Gibson?”
“You don’t know Gibson either?”
“You have to find out from now on.”
“You shameless bastard. I like it. You do it. It’s a Gibson knockoff, so it won’t cost much. Anyway, I’m only going to play bass from now on.”
A fake Gibson electric guitar in dark mahogany with beige frets.
I didn’t even know what a Gibson was, and I didn’t care if it was a fake or the real thing.
This is fate.
And it’s love.
What does it matter where your loved one comes from?
If you are Romeo, I will be Juliet.
If you are Juliet, I will be Romeo and shout your name out loud under your window.
“Juliet.”
“what?”
“Now her name is Juliet. I’m a guy after all.”
The brothers laughed.
I guess I sympathized with it to some extent.
To a poor musician, his instrument is his life.
A musician is someone who saves money by starving and buys an instrument.
So there’s no way he didn’t know what I was thinking.
The first electric guitar I ever owned.
The guitar I had heard countless times, the one they had in my fantasies, suddenly came into my arms.
“Is it that good?”
“Yes. It’s so good. I could die.”
“Come here starting tomorrow. This is our practice room.”
“yes.”
I carefully put the guitar into the case I received from the long-haired bony brother and headed for the door.
“Ah, guys.”
“why?”
“Welcome to my band. I hope you do well in the future.”
The members’ faces turned red with bewilderment at my words.
“They say you should put wine in new bottles. I’m really going now. See you tomorrow!”
Putting wine into new bottles.
It didn’t really matter whether it was put in a worn-out, toothless bottle.
We were drawn to each other at Mach speed.
That’s a band.
Since I have two hands, someone can play the bass guitar.
Someone else plays the drums.
Another person needs to grab the mic.
A group of people who create something that one genius cannot do.
That’s a rock band.
And a few months later.
I played a song I composed.
“Wow, sir! Is this a copy? It’s a song sung by a foreign band we don’t know. Is this absolutely not plagiarism?”
“It’s over… … But I can’t sing this?”
The North Korean agent was excited.
The long bone was frustrated.
Then the long-haired bone glanced at the long bone.
The long bone spoke as if screaming urgently.
“… … I’m, uh, I’m a keyboard. A keyboard!”
It’s a synthesizer.
“You’ll have to practice a lot.”
“Uh… … Even if I can’t hold the mic, I’m definitely not leaving this song. This is the light that will take us to the major stage. I’ve already seen it.”
The vocalist was gone and a keyboardist was added.
Of course, the members are still the same.
I guess we need to find a new vocalist, I said, smiling at those who said that.
I grabbed the mic.
And a few minutes later.
“… … This guy is crazy… … .”
“Hoo hoo hoo.”
I feel sorry for the long-bone type, but he composed the song assuming I would sing it from the beginning.
He taught himself guitar.
Although he was very talented, I wouldn’t say he achieved it without effort.
But vocals are something you are born with.
I knew myself that this wasn’t something that could be achieved through any effort.
“Is this song completely optimized for you?”
“Hehehe… … .”
The long-haired, bone-headed man who had been looking at my laughter spoke with a face that had completely erased any trace of laughter.
“Sing Lee Jang-hee’s . It’s famous, so you know it, right?”
“yes?”
“Call me. I’m still the leader.”
Even though it was a bit crooked.
There is a charisma that I can’t explain.
I screamed with a cowering face.
Not a song… … but a sound that needs to be played well. When my sound, which would be close to noise if evaluated harshly, ended, the long-haired, bone-like brother opened his mouth coldly.
“You’re talented. People like you are called geniuses. You work hard because you like it, so you’re amazing.”
“… … .”
“The guitar is amazing. I knew right away that I could never beat you. No, there’s no one in Korea who plays like you. But not the vocals.”
I was embarrassed and wanted to hide.
I gave a rose to a girl I loved, dressed in my best clothes and wrapped nicely, but her shoe fell off.
A pair of toes were visible through the hole in her worn-out socks.
It feels like the inside of poverty has been exposed, something I never wanted to see.
When my face was so red it felt like it was going to burst.
Again the long-haired bone type opened his mouth.
“I like you. I like your talent, and I like you even more because you work hard. That’s why I gave you my seat and even my guitar. You know that?”
“……yes.”
“Go and apologize.”
I walked weakly to the long-boned man and bowed.
“sorry.”
“… … Oh, kid… … No. High notes are harder than low notes. High notes are something you’re born with, but low notes can be learned with practice. Hey, and how often do you use low notes in rock… … .”
He even stole his teammate’s seat to grab the mic and kicked his rice bowl away.
“No, bro. I’m sorry.”
Instead of the long-bone type who was embarrassed by my apology, the long-haired bone type spoke again.
“If you want to be a rocker, do it alone. I’m not saying you should go out. I’m saying that because it’s okay. Don’t singers do it all alone? But if you’re going to be in a band, don’t ignore the members. Never. A band is all about teamwork. The frontman in particular needs to have that mindset.”
They didn’t really ask if I was the frontman.
In a band, anyone can be the frontman, but most are first guitarists or vocalists.
Gorgeous.
Stand out.
The core ink that creates the band’s color and monopolizes the fans’ attention.
Frontman.
I’m not the type to be overly humble, but I’m not that tactless or shameless now.
“……yes.”
“But the music was really good. Since you’re composing it anyway, write it to suit your voice. Write a song that brings out only the best parts of your voice. Let’s do that.”
“… … I’m really sorry. Brothers… … .”
Nineteen.
But the body is that of an adult.
Even though he’s a genius,
Still a child inside.
The long-haired, boney brother declared as he wiped away the chicken-poop-like tears that were dripping down my cheeks.
“You’re a vocalist. Even though you can’t quite keep up with the guitar yet. You’re a natural. Speaking of natural, your voice is more natural than your hands. Your color is truly unique.”
“Hehehe… … .”
“If you laugh while crying, hair will grow on your butthole. Kid, this is the first time I’ve seen you get discouraged, but you won’t last 5 minutes. You need to practice a lot. You have no depth, no resonance. You’re just a guy with high notes, and you’re just a natural vocal cord.”
“I will work hard.”
From my knowledgeable guitar player.
Get to know the meaning of the band.
Become a vocalist.
Among the songs I composed, I chose a few that I thought I could sing, and with the addition of lyrics by Long-Haired Bone Type, 9 songs were completed.
It was after six months had passed.
“The album will be released nationwide tomorrow.”
At the words of the long-haired, bone-like man, we held each other’s hands with hopeful eyes.
It’s debut.
The name of our band, which will become a legend, will fall like grains of rice at first sight.
It snowed from the sky, knowing that.
“And I’ve already secured my first TV stage. I couldn’t tell you in advance because it was so rushed. Is everyone okay with it?”
“!”
“Wow!”
“Hey, what did you do?”
The long-haired, bone-headed brother sniffed at our fuss and said it was no big deal.
“We were lucky. One of the singers who was supposed to perform tomorrow got arrested for drugs and was in a bad mood. We decided to take his place.”
It’s sturdy.
But he has a body type that doesn’t really match those words.
I think this is a leader.
“Is it just okay? It’s perfect!”
We cheered.
“Everyone, take care of your health and get ready early, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning.”
The long-haired bony man looked at me.
“You go in my car. I’ll give you a lift.”
“are you okay.”
“You are the alpha and omega of our band. I’m cold. You need to take care of your throat.”
“If you’re going to take care of me, take care of me for the rest of my life, hyung.”
“Again, again, just talking.”
“It’s true. Just wait and see. She’ll cry and hug me in front of the nose-sucking guys. I told you to be nice in advance. Huh? Hyung, do you still have her?”
“Until today. I’ll drop you off on the way and take you to your friend.”
A very small child is looking at me with shining eyes from the back seat of Taeju’s car.
Has it been about ten days?
Tae-ju hyung said he was his friend’s younger sibling, but he seemed to be his own child. He brought a little kid with him and followed us around every day.
Even though we were very busy preparing for our debut while recording, since Taeju hyung asked us to do it, our members just took care of him like they were their nephews. Taeju hyung is not the type to make such unreasonable requests, and I thought he must have had some unspeakable circumstances.
“Oh, man. You have to wear a seatbelt. It’s dangerous if you get into an accident.”
When I said that, he started to flail his short arms and I reached in and pulled on his belt.
“You, honey. No matter how much I look at you, you’re handsome. You look like me.”
When I poked his cheek, he didn’t answer and just lowered his head in embarrassment. He doesn’t look like he can’t speak yet, but I’ve never heard him speak properly.
“… … .”
The child is so small that the seat belt doesn’t seem to make sense, but it’s better to wear it anyway. I put the child’s seat belt on and was about to sit in the front seat, but I got worried about the child and sat in the back.
.
.
.
.
… … I don’t remember what happened next.
Warm water flows over my eyelids, which keep trying to close as I become sleepy.
Will it be okay?
somehow.
Somehow, I kept thinking about things from the past.
I think this is called a kaleidoscope.
Beauty’s name.
Genius’s secret.
Haha… … Isn’t it too soon to blame fate at nineteen… … .
“Keuk… … .”
I can see my brother’s skinny back, breathing heavily with his head buried in the steering wheel.
thank god.
I think that would be okay for you, hyung… …?
I can hear the baby crying, so I guess the baby is okay.
I made a noise by squeezing my neck.
“… … I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise, hyung… … .”
I barely raised my head to look over my brother’s shoulder and see the first snow of the year piled up in thick layers.
Beep beep beep———.
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