Episode #74. listen.
another one.
I hear a sound.
It’s one play.
A beautiful melody woven by an instrument created by the spirit and carefully tuned by a tuner.
Intoxicated by the sound that makes you feel ecstatic just by listening to it, the audience sheds tears with moving expressions, but even holds their breath for fear that it will interfere with the performance.
He seemed intoxicated by the reaction of the crowd.
A musician who puts more effort into playing.
The audience gets intoxicated by the performance and is deeply moved.
It is truly an infinite spiral. An endless virtuous cycle in which emotion creates emotion and engraves each other deeper into each other’s hearts.
An extremely beautiful performance that even an iron man without blood or tears will not be able to feel the emotion in the end.
Wow!
Clap clap clap clap!
The moment it finally came to an end.
What erupted from the audience were loud cheers and applause.
The audience, whose faces were flushed with excitement and emotion, jumped up and cheered as if it would last for hours, and the performer responded with a smile.
It is truly a picture-like scene.
It was the end of an ideal concert that every performer would dream of, warming the hearts of the beholders.
only one person.
It means that it looked like that until the man who watched the scene with his arms crossed and a cold face opened his mouth.
“…I live and live and listen to all the dog X-like performances, really.”
* * *
[Team leader, isn’t he an idiot?]
Stupid!
[Quack!]
“Do you want to get hit?”
[Ah! Say something like that before hitting me!]
Because they were beaten so often, they might have trained their magic as if they had mastered Geumgang Bulgoeryu.
Or was he so excited that he forgot the pain?
As soon as he fell over Limon’s head in the middle of the night, the blue bird Yuna-kyung jumped up again and flapped his wings.
[Besides, it’s true that the team leader acted foolishly! No, where is the person who spreads such bad reviews as soon as he hears the performance!]
“Then, what about the countless critics all over the world?”
[They are experts!]
“I know critics don’t need a license, right?”
[No, that’s true, but…]
“It seems a little strange to say that you need qualifications to honestly express your feelings, whether you’re an expert or not.”
[The team leader is usually at a dead end, but why does he argue logically only when this happens?!
]
[Was that the reason?!?!]
It took a while for me to disassemble after realizing that I had been made fun of.
Yuna-kyung said bluntly.
[Anyway, that’s not what I’m talking about, right? It’s about the minimum duty a human being should follow?]
“Among the people I used to know, there was a philosopher who argued that all bards were useless, so beating them out was the right thing to do, right?”
[What kind of lunatic would say that?!]
“Plato.”
[…that Plato who was said to be one of the best shamans in history?]
“Ah, he was a real killer. Even in the Bronze Age, he was the one who won the autonomy of the old Greek domains with just his words.”
[That’s why the Free Cities Federation is still called Europe outside of Europe… not! It is cowardly to bring a great man of history and use it as a shield!
]
[Ah, that’s not it. The team leader is not a great man in history, but a mad dog, isn’t it?]
Scream!
[Aww! Stop hitting me on the head! I’m worried because it’s new hair, but what are you going to do if your hair really gets bad!]
“If you’re really worried about your brain cells, why don’t you fix your habit of talking without going through that brain?”
[Would you be able to fix things that couldn’t be fixed even if you died?]
“I’m proud of you, man.”
Limon clicks his tongue as he sees the bluebird talking proudly with its belly sticking out.
However, Yuna-kyung, who had an iron feather on her face, did not care even if she received the stinging gaze.
I just asked a blunt question.
[So, where do you plan to go again this time?]
“Okay?”
Take a moment to scratch your cheeks.
Limon, who took out a notepad and flipped through it, looked over the places he had checked in advance and opened his mouth.
“There seems to be a classical performance at the Cultural Center over there in an hour.”
[Team leader, it’s been a while since I came out receiving a lot of attention after listening to that classical performance?]
“Hmm, then what do you think of the musical that is being held at this theater? Internet reviews are pretty good.”
[It was only yesterday that he said he would never believe the people talking on the Internet again.] “Then, this
traditional Pungmul play event is…”
It was three days ago.]
“…Nakyung, do you have any complaints about me?”
Limon frowns at Yuna-gyeong, who shoots at her no matter what she says.
Yuna-kyung gave him a rather dumbfounded expression.
[That’s what I want to ask the manager?]
“Why me?”
[Why? He said funny things like he would love to play, and then he only had a dissatisfied expression whenever he went to concerts for the past few weeks.]
That’s right.
It wasn’t because he had too much time that Limon was on a concert pilgrimage that he couldn’t even sell.
It was part of an effort to improve my violin playing skills as part of my training according to Julia’s advice.
“It doesn’t sound like a joke, does it? It’s hard to become good at something you don’t like.”
[…Since the team leader said that, that obvious statement is very unconvincing.]
Yuna-kyung was dumbfounded.
It’s normal to not have much interest in music.
Limon, who had first picked up an instrument only a few months ago, had improved his playing skills terribly.
To Yun Na-kyung, who knows the process better than anyone else, those words sounded more hateful than the interview of a student who said she got a perfect score on the SAT by only looking at the textbook.
“It’s just because I’m so talented.”
[Wow, it’s a very unlucky statement, but I can’t bear to deny it, so I’m even more unlucky.]
“It’s actually true, isn’t it?”
Yuna-kyung couldn’t bear to deny that.
Instead, he supported his waist with his two wings and bluntly reprimanded him.
[So? He is so talented that he stabbed the sky, so all other performances sound terrible?]
“Well, I’d rather be like that.”
[What do you mean by that again?]
“You have to have heard the performance at least once to know whether it is terrible or not.”
[…Then, after listening intently until a while ago, you left a bad review, then what is it other than a performance?]
“I wanted to know that too.”
[…???]
Whether Yuna-kyung puts question marks above her head or not.
Limon, who was flipping through the notepad again, narrowed his eyes when he saw one of them.
“Hmm, it’s an indie band…”
[Would you like to listen to the band’s music now?]
“They say they’re like nerds who make music the way they like? Then you will have some teeth.”
[In the world, the team leader is the only geek who expects ferocity like a vagabond from an indie band….]
Limon, who took the next destination, headed to the place where the indie band’s performance schedule was written down on a notepad.
Street of Undae Music.
A place where all sorts of street performers, from indie bands to music college rappers and aspiring singers, gather.
Seeing the crowds waiting for the performance around the stage prepared in the middle, Limon put on a look of anticipation.
But the moment I saw an indie band on stage.
Limon frowned arrogantly.
“…I’m an idiot for expecting that.”
[yes? Why?]
“I’m saying this because I think I’m going to die again.”
[The performance hasn’t even started yet?!]
“If you pretend, you know something.”
Limon sighed.
Then, instead of the original golden color, he narrowed his eyes as he looked at the band members with black eyes.
A vine entwined like blood vessels in the guitarist’s arm. A bat’s head sprouting like a hump around the vocalist’s neck. Six insect legs growing on the drummer’s back.
At first glance, it wasn’t because of that ugly appearance that only looked like a chimera created by a warlock.
what kind of play they will play
It’s because I guessed from my experience so far.
And, unfortunately, Limon’s premonition came true this time as well.
Doo doo doo doo!
“Yeah Yeah Yeah—!”
The leg of an insect overlapping a stick and beating a drum.
A vine plucking a guitar with the guitarist’s fingers.
The high pitched sound that comes from the bat’s mouth instead of the vocalist’s throat.
As soon as the performance started, Limon sighed as he saw the Constellation they signed a contract with, moving more actively than the musicians.
“If you’re going to use your fucking skills and play, you’re an indie band and you talk about it or not.”
It was Yuna-kyung who was sitting on top of Limon’s head who received those words.
[Ah, that’s impossible. Is there anyone in the world who makes music without any skills these days?]
“Julia didn’t use anything like that.”
[That’s why Julia is a genius called the witch of the violin.]
“No matter how much it is, I’ve been to dozens of concerts, but how come there’s not a single bastard who doesn’t use her skills?”
Limon was indignant.
That was the reason he had a dissatisfied look on his face the whole time he was going to concerts these days.
[Why don’t you use skills?]
“What? Are you taking sides because you were a player before you were alive?”
[It’s not because I’m on the side, it’s because I don’t understand. Whether you use skills or not, good performance is good performance, right?]
“…Good performance.”
Limon frowned at Yuna-kyung’s question, which seemed to be completely incomprehensible.
And this time, he gazed at the stage again with his original golden eyes, which had lost their black light.
Maybe it’s because the power of the Constellation has subsided.
The band members look normal, and the clearer playing certainly wasn’t a bad thing.
If their performance was a mess in the first place, people wouldn’t have gathered and cheered so fervently.
“Yeah, usually that might be a good performance.”
Limon nodded slowly.
And he spoke softly.
“But at least I didn’t come here because I wanted to like that kind of performance.”
Although he was said to be behind the times, he did not deny the usefulness of the skill.
No, I might have been satisfied with just hearing their performance right away.
However, Limon’s senses, which had continued to receive Julia’s training after gaining the sense to recognize constellations and opening his ears thanks to the deep-dark violin, were different from those of ordinary people.
A strangely clumsy human performance.
A Constellation skill that forcibly covers it.
The dissonance that only he could feel, created by the difference between the two overlapping sounds, offended Limon.
[Well… I can’t help it if the team leader says that. Let’s go somewhere else.]
“Okay, now that it’s like this, I’ll have to investigate and visit only the concerts of kids who don’t use skills at all.”
Perhaps it was because he felt that Limon was genuinely annoyed.
Limon left the street of music with Yuna-kyung, who nodded her head more politely, on her head.
no i was going to leave
Ding –
“…?”
A lively music street with performances by indie bands and cheers from the crowd.
That is, until I heard a strange noise in the corner.
[manager? Where are you going all of a sudden?]
Ding ding ding.
Whether or not Yuna-gyeong was puzzled at the sudden change of pace, Limon followed the sound and moved his feet.
And saw.
A secluded corner even in the street of music.
A place without a stage or an amplifier, let alone a meager chair.
The image of a musician sitting on the flower bed and playing the guitar without skill.
