153. Blue Spring
The subway returning to the accommodation.
Doa was scolding me with a very solemn expression.
“Who would say that?”
“Then what should I be doing?”
Are you saying that it is so wrong to stand still and look at your phone on the street?
“So, what should I do if I stand in a pose like ‘Please talk to me~’?”
What is it? The ‘Please talk to me.’ Pose.
“You show me later. “I’ll try that.”
“I can still do that.”
Doa, with his hat turned down, crouched down like a person who had committed some crime.
“Like this.”
“Maybe no one will talk to me, but I think I’m in the perfect position to get reported, right?”
“But isn’t it better to talk with police officers than to hang out with other girls?”
I thought neither option was good, so I shook my head.
After leaving the station and returning to the hotel, we lined up our shopping items on the bed.
“There are a lot…”
Apparently my bag was empty.
If I put all of this in, it seemed like it would be full.
“But it was fun~”
Doa smiles happily.
I hugged her without her saying a word.
“It’s my brother.”
“Huh?”
“Now, let’s go and take a shower, shall we?”
I start to tremble when told to take a shower.
It was because it reminded me of yesterday’s exciting night.
“That… Oh…”
“Oh?”
I was thinking of asking her, but I thought this was too much and stopped her.
“Maybe today too…”
Perhaps sensing what I wanted to say, one corner of Doa’s mouth turned up with a grin.
“Ah. It’s really too much. This person.”
“Ah. No. So, I asked you if it was possible.”
When did I ask you to do this? Ugh?
“I can’t wear my clothes today because my clothes got dirty.”
I found it disgusting that she condescendingly rejected my name, but she wasn’t particularly wrong.
Actually, I was the one who soiled Luca’s costume.
“What? “If you do good things, Luca can play with you again.”
“Okay. “Now let’s go in and wash up.”
Rather, I felt comfortable putting my mind in order because he spoke so clearly.
“Let’s take a shower together?”
“No? Not really. “Do you mind if I wash them separately?”
Doa’s hand grabbed the strap of my pants.
“He said he liked it so much when he was with Luca, Doa. “Maybe you feel a little bad?”
“No. “When did I say it was bad?”
“It’s all written on your face, right?”
The next night, it wasn’t Luca, it was my girlfriend.
It was a night when only Doa could breathe.
* * *
March, which was so harsh for me, has passed and it is already April.
Now, warm weather has arrived that does not require thick coats.
What greeted me as I went outside carrying a garbage bag was a bright, bright sunlight.
After finishing the recycling and returning home, I washed my hands and sat in front of the monitor.
[A unique opportunity to become Closer’s producer!]
It has been a week since the notice was posted on the YM official website.
As Doa predicted, YM has begun a project to produce an album made together with viewers.
The deadline for accepting applications is only one month.
It was stated that interested people could apply to the company by providing an MR and a vocal guide.
Of course, there were prizes for being in the rankings, but for most people who participated, there was something more important than that, and that was…
[The song selected as the title will be produced as a music video.]
Just thinking about it makes my heart pound.
I had never even tried composing music, but I was putting my all into it.
After experiencing bitter frustration and helpless failure, I had to make a promise to Doa and myself.
Let’s do what I like.
I’m not doing it for someone else.
Just because I like it.
Let’s do what I want to do.
It’s such a waste of time to just lie down like this and watch Luca’s broadcasts.
And I wanted to give Doa, who helped me regain my courage, a wonderful result, whether it worked or not.
I took out the tablet, opened the app, and played the demo version of the song I was working on.
The only instrument I know how to play is the piano.
However, creating a melody on the piano itself was not that difficult.
A melody like a bright cartoon OST comes through the speakers.
Ah… I think the song itself is good…
There were no surprises this time, so I told Doa about it in advance.
She often wanted to ask for advice, but every time she did, Doa just told her that the song was great and that it would definitely work out.
Sometimes they support me, but sometimes I feel like I can’t speak honestly for fear that I will collapse again.
I picked up my cell phone, sighed deeply, and tried to call the guest who was scheduled to visit my house today.
[Hello?]
[Eng.]
[Where are you?]
[I’m going to the back door now. I’ll be there soon.]
[Okay.]
I never thought the day would come when I would have to ask this person for help.
It felt like this was the first time this year that I was seeing Yoonje, who is now a third year student.
-Knock knock knock
When I heard a knock, I opened the door and gestured for them to come in.
“Hey~ That’s not our great actor Han Taemin~”
“What a great actor.”
It had been less than a month since I left the company, but it felt like the distant past.
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“If you’re in a drama, you’re an actor. What.”
I thought I shouldn’t have told you, but since you came here to help me, I honestly told you what I was up to.
“I stopped working in the entertainment industry.”
“Huh? Why? “You were so f*cking popular.”
“I’m really bad at acting.”
There was a solemn air for a moment, but Yunje, who has a good personality, soon burst out laughing and slapped me on the back.
“Hey! This can be happen! Actually, if he were a really great actor, he wouldn’t have had time to learn guitar from this guy.”
Yoonje placed the guitar he was carrying on the floor.
The reason why I called Yoonje to my house today.
It was to ask for musical advice.
Even though he looks like that, Yoon-je is a member of the school’s central club band club.
“So what do you want to learn?”
“Um… Do you want to listen to this first?”
I pressed the play button and played the song I had made.
“The song is good. So what should I do about this?”
“I want to put a guitar in here.”
I blinked and looked at Yunje, and he also looked up at me with a foolish face.
“Here?”
“Impossible?”
Can’t a guitar be included in a song like this?
But if you look at the animation song or theme song, it seems like there’s always an electric guitar sound.
“Uh… Honestly, I’m embarrassed because it’s so unexpected, but it’ll work, right?”
“Really?”
Wow. Thank god.
If it wasn’t really him, I think I should have gone to a stranger and asked him to do it for me.
I was so excited because I had already experienced with my whole body how exhausting it was to work with someone who was perfect.
“But before that, what is this? Are you covering an original song?”
“No. “I made this.”
Yoonje smiled as if he was dumbfounded.
“So, you’ve been making this without going to school these days?”
Yoonje’s finger pressed the play button once again.
“But even when I listened to it again, the song was well made. “I thought you just brought an existing song.”
“Really…?”
Chi… I received a compliment…!
I felt like my self-esteem went up even more when a kid who was even into music to some degree said that.
“Uh. The composition is very good, and the melody line is well written. But what can I use this for? “Just for hobby?”
In fact, the fact that I was filming ‘Deokhu Hiding His Identity’ was a public fact, so I told the story as it was without any addition or subtraction.
“I’m going to enter the Closer song contest.”
“Ah… That… That thing you said you liked?”
The place where Yoonje flicked his chin was the closet with a large poster of Luca on it.
I nodded with a shocked face.
“That’s it. “That’s harsh.”
Yoonje must have found my reaction so funny that he let out a chuckle like an old man.
“Hey. I saw your interview video and watched it too, right? Wow. “I couldn’t see it.”
“That’s because I’m obsessed with real women.”
“If you think about it that way, you should have a good time with Doa.”
Because half of Doa is made up of data.
“Anyway, you want to put a guitar in here? Hmm…”
Yoonje took out the guitar from the case, listened to the song I had written several times, and added a rhythm to it.
“Oh…”
The sounds of different instruments mix and evolve into something even greater.
“Hey. Don’t make a fuss. “This is just a copy of the code you wrote.”
“No. But isn’t it f*cking cool?”
But the corner of Yoonje’s mouth kept twitching as if he didn’t like my reaction.
“Ah. Just wait a moment. “It would be perfect to add a subtle arpeggio here.”
“But how did you start playing guitar?”
I was surprised that I could do this well even without a major, so I asked him.
“I thought I would become popular with women if I played this.”
…He is such a consistent person.
“So you became popular?”
“Hey. Taemin Han. “You don’t want me to help you?”
“…I’m sorry.”
-Beep Bibi Big
When we heard the sound of entering the password, Yoonje and I both turned our heads towards the front door.
“What? Who is this?”
“Maybe…”
The one who opened the door and came in.
“Oppa! “I brought pizza… Wow!”
Do-ah suddenly screams as soon as her eyes meet with Yoon-je.
“Yu… Yoonje oppa?”
“Doa. Long time no see?”
For the first time in my life, the three of us had a meal at my house.