Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 186

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 186

Clap clap clap clap clap!

As they entered the lobby, the staff members who spotted Johann stopped and applauded.

“Johann! Congratulations on winning two competitions!”

“You’re going to compete in the Chopin International Competition too, right?”

“Thanks, Dick. I’m not thinking about Chopin yet, Jenny.”

Conquering the world’s three major competitions.

‘It’s definitely a tempting title, but…’

To truly use the word conquest, wouldn’t he need to challenge the remaining fields of cello and vocal music to properly call it conquest?

“Who’s that young lady behind you? Oh. Don’t tell me you’re cheating?”

“What? Johann is cheating?”

“Well… a tour?”

Johann looked at Camila Cabello, who was following behind him with hunched shoulders, and when their eyes met, she hurriedly lowered her head with a tearful expression.

‘H-how did things end up like this!’

Through some confusion, she had ended up coming to Rocky Management.

Not only that, but she was making an impression on the staff members. Even receiving ridiculous misunderstandings.

She was on the verge of tears.

‘Emily.’

She reflexively looked for Emily, but she had already headed to the directing studio. In the end, Camila had no choice but to follow behind Johann.

“I’m here, General Manager Andrew.”

“Perfect timing. I was just about to contact you because of various inquiries… Who is this person?”

‘Ooh.’

He’s quite the actor.

“She has such a good voice that I quickly snatched her up. This is Camila Cabello from Fifth Harmony.”

“Ah, the person with the most outstanding vocal tone in Fifth Harmony. I apologize for not recognizing such a famous star at first glance. I’m Andrew Pearson, General Manager of Rocky Management’s General Planning Office.”

Gasp!

Surprised, she received the business card and was shocked.

The incredible credentials written on the business card.

‘S-such a person is acknowledging me?’

Tears were about to well up in her eyes again.

“The Warner officials have arrived.”

“Oh, is that so? Let’s go.”

Johann was startled as he entered the conference room next to the General Planning Office.

“Producer Walton?”

“Oh, the reincarnation of Paganini and Rachmaninoff!”

Main Producer Walton from Trip Road. Even the writer was from Trip Road.

Johann looked at Andrew Pearson.

‘You said it was a documentary.’

‘I said it was a documentary.’

‘But it’s not?’

Absolutely not.

Something smells fishy.

“I heard it was a documentary.”

“We’re going to film it as a documentary.”

Absolutely no interference. The production team will only observe.

“We’re thinking about a production period of about a month, and during that time you can do whatever you want.”

Studies if it’s studies.

Busking if it’s busking.

Recording if it’s recording.

Anything is fine.

“For example, things like this.”

Producer Walton turned his laptop around to show Johann.

Johann Jefferson, his first performance audience was war veterans?

The reason why the reincarnation of Paganini chose the Veterans Home instead of a music hall!

Johann Jefferson attends a war veteran’s funeral!

The relationship between Johann Jefferson and the LA Veterans Home has continued since 6 years ago!

With his victories at the Queen Elizabeth and Tchaikovsky competitions, domestic classical music fans’ attention was tremendously focused.

Just Johann giving a hint that he would collaborate with the LA Philharmonic would immediately make it happen, and domestic classical fans were hoping for it. To hear the performances of Paganini and Rachmaninoff reincarnated in modern times.

Yet Johann held his first performance at the Veterans Home, which caused a tremendous stir.

Of all places, the Veterans Home.

War veterans who sacrificed their blood, sweat, and youth for America. Not only classical fans but even the general public who didn’t know Johann were praising his choice.

“In other words, the public is ready to applaud whatever you do first.”

Therefore, it doesn’t matter if the content is slightly lacking. The ratings are guaranteed.

That’s why he, not a producer who specializes only in documentaries, stepped forward to film it.

“If the response is good, we’re planning to produce a season 2 as well.”

“What about wallets and phones?”

“I told you we absolutely won’t touch them.”

“Hmm. So you’re saying…”

‘Not bad?’

Johann, having finished organizing his thoughts, smiled slightly.

“But you don’t need to worry about the content being lacking. I’m planning to start album production from today. Both classical and popular music.”

Thud!

Andrew Pearson and the production team jumped up.

Johann looked at Andrew Pearson.

“No problem, right?”

“…No problem.”

Even if there were, there weren’t. It was something he had hoped for too, but could never say.

“I’m just worried that Johann will become busy.”

“I’m prepared for that much.”

“Understood. I’ll prepare right away.”

‘Haha.’

Producer Walton laughed as if absurd at the smoothly progressing conversation.

‘This is going to be chaos.’

The public expecting a classical album would be shocked, and this would affect the ratings.

Producer Walton, whose lips had stretched into a grin, noticed Camila sitting awkwardly and looked puzzled.

“But this young lady… Hmm. Miss, haven’t we met somewhere before? You look very familiar…”

“Hello! I’m Camila Cabello from Fifth Harmony!”

“Ah, Fifth Harmony! I enjoyed your recent song.”

“Th-thank you!”

Producer Walton laughed and looked at Johann, asking with his eyes why this person was here.

“She’s going to handle the featuring for my album.”

“Oh!”

“And she’s someone we’re going to put effort into recruiting to Rocky.”

Gasp!

Producer Walton, Andrew Pearson, and Camila looked at Johann in shock.

Andrew Pearson, who was about to scold him with his eyes for saying that, paused and reflected on the current situation.

‘…Not bad.’

The flow from discovering Camila until now hasn’t been bad.

Andrew Pearson smiles broadly.

“As you heard from Johann here, we at Rocky are very interested in Ms. Cabello.”

“M-me?”

“Yes. Not Fifth Harmony, but you alone, Ms. Camila Cabello.”

Thump!

Someone’s heart pounds hotly.

Her mind goes blank as she stares into Andrew Pearson’s sincere eyes.

“First, if Ms. Cabello decides to move to our Rocky, you will become an artist under our General Planning Office and receive appropriate care.”

From accommodation to vehicles, managers, coordinators, medical support, and even legal issues and penalty fees with your current company – the General Planning Office will take responsibility for everything.

“Also, if you wish, we can begin album production immediately upon transfer, and I can promise that we’ll concentrate all of the General Planning Office’s capabilities for this.”

She’s a Billboard 12th place singer after all.

Previously Billboard 40th place.

This level of investment was necessary.

“You don’t need to worry about promotion.”

Andrew Pearson points to Johann and the production team.

“Ah!”

A documentary covering the production of Johann Jefferson’s first full album.

“When will it air?”

“…We’re thinking around mid-August.”

Once production is confirmed, getting the desired date would be no problem at all.

“That’s perfect timing.”

The timing when Americans’ slowly burning interest would ripen.

“I, I…!”

Even the featuring was bewildering, and now they want to scout her.

Her mind couldn’t help but become tangled.

“You don’t have to decide right now. You can first do the featuring, get to know our company, then decide.”

“Yes…”

Andrew Pearson nods and looks at Johann.

“Is there anything you need?”

“There is.”

He needs a place for recording the classical album.

A space where piano, violin, and orchestra sounds can be heard well.

A space that would sound like listening live even when heard as a recording.

“Please arrange an orchestra too.”

“Understood. I’ll prepare it within a week.”

“Please prepare a studio as well. I can’t keep recording at the company forever.”

“Hmm. That will take time.”

Johann’s studio. Since it needs to be filled with the best equipment, it will inevitably take time.

“As long as it’s not too late. Oh, and I’ll produce the album cover myself.”

An album he was planning to make even without Camila. There are many things he wants to try.

“Album cover…”

‘Come to think of it, Korea and Japan had an interesting system.’

It wouldn’t be bad to introduce that with this opportunity.

“Understood.”

Andrew Pearson nods and looks at Camila.

“Then should I consider that you’re accepting the featuring?”

“Uh… uh…”

“Oh my. We seem to have pushed too hard. I apologize. For today, please rest at the accommodation we’ve arranged and think it over.”

Andrew Pearson called an employee to escort Camila, and she went out still unable to collect herself.

Seeing this, Johann and Andrew Pearson look at each other.

‘Will you tell Ms. Cabello’s agency?’

‘Of course not.’

If they found out in advance that Rocky Management, or rather Johann, was showing interest in Camila, there was no telling what schemes they might pull. It was better to proceed secretly and clean up afterward.

The two who had been discussing suddenly remembered and looked at the production team.

“Let’s produce it.”

“…Oh!”

Producer Walton smiled brightly.

* * *

“Please rest comfortably.”

Meanwhile, at Johann’s hotel overlooking the Malibu coast.

Standing in the large space of the suite room, she mutters blankly.

“What… what just happened?”

Things whizzed by and she ended up staying in this suite room. She really doesn’t know what’s what.

‘But…’

“So this is how Rocky Management works.”

Consulting with artists on everything.

For her, who had been doing everything according to what Simon Cowell and Epic Records decided, from song selection to even stage costumes, the scene just now was bound to be a tremendous shock.

‘I’m envious.’

Of course, it’s care that follows because Johann showed such results, but thinking about it differently, it meant she could receive such care if she performed as well.

Sitting on the bed and looking out the window, her mind became complicated.

* * *

“Understood. I’ll transfer the information fee to your account.”

-Hahaha! Please use our services anytime!

Andrew Pearson, who ended the call, twists his lips.

“Forcing breast surgery…”

Plus neglecting the members’ bullying.

Simon Cowell, who gained tremendous recognition as a judge on various audition programs. He was wringing the neck of the goose that laid golden eggs.

“In this situation…”

Andrew Pearson’s expression becomes serious as he guesses what state Camila Cabello might be in.

A situation where those she thought were closest to her don’t acknowledge her no matter how hard she tries, and instead only tear her down.

Camila would gradually lose confidence and distrust herself, eventually reaching a point where she could no longer make proper judgments. Perhaps she had already reached that stage.

At this rate, the probability of her giving up singing was high.

‘The final piece of Johann’s album.’

A singer with high probability of success even without that.

What he said to Camila earlier was by no means empty words.

“Tsk.”

Andrew Pearson picks up his phone again.

“It’s me. I need to urgently recruit some actors.”

Actors to stabilize Camila Cabello’s heart.

Andrew Pearson’s eyes gleamed.

* * *

“…Let’s go.”

No matter how much she thinks about it, this isn’t right.

Getting carried away, the featuring ended up being confirmed.

What kind of featuring could there be when she was about to quit being a singer.

‘The evaluation from those two people cleared up a lot of what was blocking my heart, but…’

I still don’t know.

Why I want to be a singer.

Why I have to be a singer.

I’ve even forgotten the reason at some point.

‘Why did I want to become a singer?’

I don’t know.

“I don’t know anymore…”

Doing a featuring in this situation would be deceiving Johann and Rocky Management. She couldn’t betray those who had shown her kindness.

She packed her bag and left the suite room.

Tap tap, tap tap tap!

Slowly typing each letter with sincerity, a long text message.

-Ding! First floor.

Camila hesitates as she was about to head to the front desk.

‘If I send the text, they’ll handle the checkout.’

She sits on the sofa in the hotel lobby to write the rest of her message.

Tap!

“I’m done.”

All that’s left is to check for typos.

The moment Camila starts reviewing the text from the beginning.

Bam! Ba-ba! Ba-ba-ba! Bam-ba!

Gasp!

Startled by the Worth It intro piercing her ears, Camila looks up.

A family of three just entering the hotel lobby. A couple in their 40s and their daughter who looks about 10 years old.

“I’ll go check in.”

“See you later.”

The wife heads to the front desk, and the husband crouches down for a moment.

“Phew. I’m dying.”

The daughter urges her father who let out a long sigh.

“Father, look! Am I good at this?”

Bounce, bounce. The husband’s face crumples at the sight of his daughter dancing to Worth It.

“Can’t you stop listening to that song? From morning to night, it’s driving me crazy… Do you like that singer that much?”

“Of course!”

“…More than Father?”

“Yes! Camila is my idol! I’m going to become a singer later and definitely meet her on Billboard!”

Thump!

Camila’s face turns pale.

‘Someone like me… an idol?’

The shock to her head leaves her unable to think.

She wants to hide in a mouse hole.

But her body sheds tears. Because of the emotion flowing hotly through her heart.

“Why do you like that singer so much?”

“She’s pretty, and she sings well!”

‘Right. I was like that too…’

Like that young girl, she thought the singers on TV were pretty and cool, and she wanted to become like them because she loved their shining appearance.

That’s why she became a singer, and she was happy to receive spotlights on stage.

“I… didn’t fail.”

She wasn’t just a doll decorating the stage, but had become a shining star that became a goal in someone’s life.

‘The fans said that too! Why!’

Why hadn’t she properly listened to the stories of fans who truly supported her with all their hearts until now.

“Sob! Hic!”

It washes away.

The darkness in her heart.

The malice of Simon and the members.

“Are, are you alright?”

“Are you okay, miss?”

“Yes. I’m okay.”

It was hard until just now, but now she’s okay.

When Camila lifts her head, the young girl is startled.

“Huh? Wha-what?”

“Should I sing for you?”

Right now, she truly wanted to sing.

* * *

“So smile, my friend.”

‘Whew.’

The recording booth filled with hot humidity.

Johann exhales deeply and looks outside.

The engineer gives two thumbs up while clicking his tongue. When he comes outside, the engineer urgently speaks.

“My goodness! Oh, my goodness! How can you be good at hip-hop too, Johann!”

Johann grins and plays back what he just recorded, nodding his head.

‘It’s done.’

A letter for a friend who always proclaimed himself an eternal fan.

‘2PAC, Tupac Amaru Shakur’ is also satisfied.

‘One thing remains.’

Only Camila’s featuring.

“Then I’ll start working on the next song.”

The title is Words for Fools.

‘The jungle found again. The beasts still remain.’

Johann opens the composition program and starts moving his hands quickly, while Walton PD and Warner’s production team stare blankly at him.

‘Hip-hop instead of rock?’

And with such high completion at that.

Even though they haven’t heard it many times, it’s rap at a level that fills their heads completely and flows out through their noses.

‘Are there even limits?’

They brushed away their goosebump-covered skin.

* * *

“You can enter through the lobby over there.”

“Ah, yes. Th-thank you.”

Camila quickly gets out of the car Rick Bottom was driving and enters Rocky Management’s lobby.

“Ah, you’re the person who came with Johann the day before yesterday.”

The security guard steps aside with a greeting welcoming her to Rocky, and she stands in front of the electronic entrance with a strange expression.

Other security guards block her and inspect her.

“He-here’s the access card.”

“Confirmed. Please understand it’s an unavoidable procedure.”

“It’s fine.”

This is America where gun incidents happen anytime, anywhere. Even if it seemed excessive, thorough security was better.

Rather, Psycho Music, her company that didn’t even have electronic access control, was the strange one.

‘The employees’ faces look brighter too.’

Was it because of what he said about deciding after understanding Andrew Pearson’s company?

Or was it because her dead heart had come back to life?

Everything she passed caught her eye and made her compare it to her agency.

She got on the elevator like that.

Ding!

“Recording Studio 1 is… ah, over there.”

“Really, really no need for breast surgery?”

Gasp!

Her ears perked up in surprise.

Words flowing from the recording studio right next door.

“Do you want to?”

“No!”

“Yes. Then don’t do it.”

“B-but at my previous record label…”

“Forget what you heard before. You’re beautiful enough as you are now, and we at Rocky are confident we can bring out 100% of your charm. So there’s only one thing you need to worry about at Rocky. Singing perfectly. Making you successful is our job… hmm?”

“…Ahaha.”

When Camila, who had been peeking through the slightly open door crack and made eye contact, awkwardly smiled and pulled her head back, a man who appeared to be an employee closed the door.

Thud!

The sound of the closing door came loudly.

What came even louder was the employee’s words.

‘Just sing perfectly. We’ll make you successful.’

“Rocky respects artists’ freedom.”

Her expression became strange as she headed to Recording Studio 1, and soon hardened.

Film cameras placed all around and Johann sprawled on the sofa sleeping. His greasy hair and musty sweat smell indicated that Johann had pulled an all-nighter.

As the production team gestured for her to come in quickly, just as she was wondering whether to wake him or not, Johann stirred and got up.

“Ah, you’re here?”

Johann, who had gotten up, played audio from his laptop.

“Would you like to listen to these first? These are the songs Ms. Cabeyo needs to feature on. I’ll go wash up quickly.”

“Yes…!”

The words asking him not to leave her alone in front of the cameras rose to her throat, but were naturally suppressed.

Hissss!

Noise-like sounds flowing from several old radios.

In the distance, someone was approaching while talking to someone else.

Do I really have to do this? Ah, it’s embarrassing.

This is the only chance you’re given.

Tsk. Then there’s no choice.

‘Rough.’

It was clearly Johann’s voice, but unlike the Johann she saw the day before yesterday, he sounded rough.

‘Like a rapper…’

With the sound of a chair being dragged, the noise cut off and a violin sound that naturally evoked gray tones flowed out.

-Ahem. Ahem.

The sound of clearing his throat, seemingly embarrassed.

And then…

-Hey there, friend? You didn’t cry after I left, did you?

A beat that exploded like lightning.

Shiver!

Camila’s eyes widened at the thrill that penetrated her entire body.

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