A Musical Genius Who Plays Memories - Chapter 95

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Chapter 95. Story (2)

“Please send us your story…?”

He slowly read the video title.

Kim Eon-seung was immediately at a loss for words in bewilderment.

It was quite different from Argo’s channel that he had seen so far.

It was so out of the blue.

He began looking through previous videos just in case.

“Ah…”

Looking at it, there were promotional comments on previous videos too.

But there weren’t many comments posted.

It was the same now.

Several hours had passed since the video was uploaded, but not only were there no comments, the view count hadn’t gone up either.

‘Well, there seem to be many people like me who just listen to the music.’

Kim Eon-seung was subscribed to Argo to listen to Hwang Su-jin’s music.

It seemed like most cases were similar to his.

Regardless of what the channel was like, Hwang Su-jin’s composing skills were certain.

One thousand subscribers built up that way.

But those subscribers accumulated that way now seemed like a faded photograph.

Leaving behind the too-quiet comment section, Kim Eon-seung began watching the NewTube video.

“What are you watching?”

“Just a moment.”

“What… You’re watching something fun by yourself. That’s too much, really too much.”

“Quiet.”

“Didn’t I come to comfort you…?”

“That’s for later. This is important right now. Just be quiet for 5 minutes, no, 10 minutes.”

Jeong Yeong-ho was so dumbfounded that he was left speechless.

The grateful friend who came right after work to comfort him now somehow seemed hateful.

But since he was a precious friend, he couldn’t say anything.

Since there were things he had done for him usually, Jeong Yeong-ho thought he should just stay still for now.

But even he couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

Jeong Yeong-ho slightly lifted his bottom and looked at the phone screen Kim Eon-seung was watching.

“NewTube?”

That small voice couldn’t break Kim Eon-seung’s concentration.

Kim Eon-seung concentrated instantly and carefully examined the video.

10 minutes passed like that and the video ended.

“Hmm…”

He slowly organized the video in his head.

If you send a story, they’ll make it into music for you.

It was a very simple yet decent project.

‘Setting that aside for now… it seems like they can’t even start because there’s no promotion to people?’

As if under some curse, no one was watching the video.

It was barely in the 30s now.

Someone among them would send a story, but if not.

This project probably wouldn’t even be able to start.

“That’s a bit unfortunate…”

“Huh?”

“Oh, no.”

Kim Eon-seung shook his head slightly.

And he began to fall into thought again.

‘Hmm?’

Then he looked ahead.

There was his friend drinking alcohol he didn’t even drink well.

A friend with so many stories.

Kim Eon-seung began turning his head quickly.

Kim Eon-seung was the person who had endured 10 years at Lumos where people were ground down.

When it came to brain power alone, he was confident he wouldn’t lose to anyone.

‘Yeong-ho needs to release what’s been pent up for so long. I can’t do this.’

It wasn’t something he could resolve alone.

He needed comfort, but he could only feel sorry that he couldn’t provide it.

But Argo was different.

Jeong Yeong-ho doesn’t know what Argo is.

And Argo, that is, Hwang Su-jin and her brother, don’t know who Jeong Yeong-ho is either.

Because no one knows who anyone is, he might be able to open up his heart instead.

Since they’re people he’ll never meet again.

A truthful confession like that, and someone offers comfort after hearing that confession.

In the form of music.

‘That seems good.’

He could hear plenty of empty words of comfort.

But.

– I will make a song just for you.

Hwang Su-jin in the video said.

As she said, they would make a song only for Jeong Yeong-ho.

Kim Eon-seung was someone who knew the power of music.

So he thought it would be a gift incomparable to anything else for Jeong Yeong-ho who was floundering in depression.

“Hey, Yeong-ho. Look at this.”

“Are you done? You were concentrating so hard I was about to leave alone.”

“Sorry about that. But this is for you, so just take a look.”

“Sigh… What is it.”

Jeong Yeong-ho looked into the screen Kim Eon-seung was showing him.

The title caught his eye first.

“Please tell us your story…?”

As soon as he saw that sentence, he seemed to know what Kim Eon-seung was thinking.

But regardless of that, he was curious about the content.

He wanted to know what exactly Kim Eon-seung had seen to recommend such a video to him.

10 minutes like that.

“…You want me to apply here?”

Jeong Yeong-ho said that.

His voice was mixed with complex emotions.

An unstable tone where you couldn’t find conviction or trust.

Eyes that doubted whether this was right.

Gathering and collecting all the information to reach a conclusion, Jeong Yeong-ho seemed reluctant.

“I don’t really want to do it.”

“Why? I think it would be good for you.”

“No, I don’t want to tell my story, and I don’t want to make music with it either.”

“But isn’t it good to open up about your worries? It’s even shown in the video. All stories are kept confidential.”

“But these people will make money. Rather than let them make money with my story, I’d rather hang myself.”

Jeong Yeong-ho was firm.

He seemed endlessly solid like a deep-rooted pine tree.

Kim Eon-seung was feeling once again the emotion he felt when he first met Jeong Yeong-ho in college.

‘…He’ll end up doing it anyway.’

Kim Eon-seung was certain.

There were many reasons, but the biggest one was simple.

He had been too stubborn.

No matter how sturdy a tree was, it would eventually break.

Currently, Jeong Yeong-ho was like a tree eaten by insects and struck by lightning multiple times, with embers still burning here and there.

A tree that wouldn’t be strange to collapse at any moment.

Kim Eon-seung thought he would just provoke him very slightly.

“You’re going to collapse if you keep this up.”

“…What?”

“I’ve been watching you for 20 years. How many times have you struggled like this?”

“This bastard? I’m…!”

“So just talk already. It doesn’t have to be me. Just get what’s inside out, you bastard. You’re going to explode at this rate.”

His tone became slightly rough.

But Kim Eon-seung thought this much was necessary for Jeong Yeong-ho to listen.

He was a friend who had never opened up about what was in his heart.

If he didn’t do this, it seemed like he would never open up for the rest of his life.

Perhaps his intention got through.

Jeong Yeong-ho fell into silence.

It was quiet between the two, but.

“Argo….”

One person muttered very quietly.

It was a quiet voice that no one could hear, but one person.

Jeong Yeong-ho himself could hear it clearly.

His eyes, which had been replaying the video his friend showed him over and over, were gradually coming to life.

***

Tap tap tap.

Late at night, at Jeong Yeong-ho’s home.

As soon as he returned home, he took out an old, grimy laptop.

A laptop he hadn’t opened even once since being fired from the company.

The desktop was full of various files and materials.

Looking at this, he could feel once again how many years he had accumulated.

But now wasn’t the time to think about that.

He slowly tapped the keyboard and entered NewTube.

And he searched for the channel name he had memorized.

Soon a channel appeared.

Argo Music Works.

“Hah….”

Jeong Yeong-ho let out a long breath.

He was still conflicted.

What Kim Eon-seung had said at the pojangmacha was still lingering in his head.

‘Get what’s inside out…. I don’t know how to do that, Eon-seung.’

Jeong Yeong-ho had never properly opened up to anyone in his life.

It wasn’t because he didn’t trust the other person.

It was just that memories strongly imprinted from childhood suppressed his actions.

Jeong Yeong-ho’s heart wasn’t like that at all.

He also wanted to pour out his inner thoughts.

So he began moving his fingers, pressing down and containing all the stories he couldn’t tell in the past.

– I’m sending you my story.

A very simple title.

It was a concise sentence that immediately showed Jeong Yeong-ho’s personality.

He was someone who disliked dragging out words unnecessarily.

Because he had a personality that conveyed only the main point simply, other employees often found him difficult to approach.

But conversely, he was also someone with a lot of affection.

– I’m a man who recently turned 40. And not long ago, I was abandoned by the company I worked at for a long time.

The sentences he wrote contained enough emotion.

There had been many difficult times.

There were times when reality was so hard it was difficult to breathe, but he endured it all.

But not anymore.

His head was full of thoughts of wanting to tell someone.

As Kim Eon-seung said, if he didn’t tell someone, it felt like his chest would just explode.

– I’ve never opened up to anyone until now. I have no family, only friends remain.

His story was tragic.

Or it could be called unfortunate.

Just living a life slightly better than a slave, getting by day by day.

He had no life goals and being pushed around by reality was his life.

“Haha…. What a mess.”

Jeong Yeong-ho let out a hollow laugh.

Looking back at his life while writing, it was truly absurdly messed up.

A foolish life full of holes everywhere, stupidly being deceived.

It was a life so disgustingly terrible that he wanted to give up, but he didn’t give up.

– Someone’s words left to me felt like a curse.

His first and last family always repeated the same words to him.

Those words created the current Jeong Yeong-ho.

“Hah….”

His hands stopped tapping the laptop.

With tears about to pour out, he raised one hand to cover his face.

Even though no one was watching, he naturally took that action.

Because someone in Jeong Yeong-ho’s old memories had done the exact same thing.

In a way, it was natural for him to act like that.

Tap, tap.

The night was deepening.

But Jeong Yeong-ho had no intention of sleeping.

“…I should have done this long ago.”

Jeong Yeong-ho was pressing down his past regrets and writing his story on the screen.

***

“Phew….”

The next day dawned.

He had gotten carried away because he felt good after having dinner with his younger siblings for the first time in a while, and ended up overdoing it.

Hwang Su-yeol barely managed to move his stiff body and arrived at the company.

Whether his body hurt or not, he always had to perform his own routine.

After making hot americano, he slowly inhaled the coffee aroma and played his favorite music.

Then he opened his email inbox.

It was to check emails coming from abroad, but now he had another intention as well.

“I wonder if any stories came in…?”

In a way, he was proceeding with quite a big project for Argo, so it was natural to be nervous.

Hwang Su-yeol roughly wiped the cold sweat with his sleeve and began checking his emails.

Many emails had arrived, but there was nothing that looked like a personal story.

“Oh!”

No, there was exactly one.

– I’m sending you my story.

A simple and clear title.

Hwang Su-yeol was so moved he almost shed tears.

He thought no one would have shown even the slightest interest.

But it was completely different.

Even amidst indifference, there was someone who reached out with a warm story.

“Phew… Now that I’m about to read it, I’m getting a little nervous.”

Hwang Su-yeol swallowed and opened his mailbox.

Even at a glance, the content was quite lengthy.

He could immediately tell it wasn’t written as a casual pastime, but with genuine sincerity.

He soon began reading, pouring all his attention into every word and sentence of the story.

After reading with tremendous concentration, quite some time had passed.

“Oh…”

The story was so serious that he felt hesitant.

Hwang Su-yeol realized this wasn’t a story he could contemplate alone, and immediately called his younger brothers.

It might just be simple intuition, but.

“Could Heeseong handle this…?”

For some reason, it was a story he wanted Heeseong to compose for.

And he had a strong feeling that an incredible song might come out of it.

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