Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 189

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 189

-That place was a small castle!

A house in Littlefield where exciting rock music echoes.

A 15-year-old girl sits in front of a vanity, putting on makeup.

“The wind of passion…! Ah, Music Chapel is truly a masterpiece.”

Bang!

A middle-aged woman in her 40s with a large build bursts through the door with fierce eyes.

“You’re going to meet that Coby or Moby guy again, aren’t you!”

“Not today, Mom.”

“Bullshit! Then why are you putting on makeup!”

Coby, her daughter’s boyfriend. A Hispanic worker who came from a nearby city to work in Littlefield.

Ever since finding out about him, her heart had been burning with worry.

“Because Johann is coming today!”

“Johann? Which family’s Johann?”

There are about 5 people named Johann among her daughter’s age group in the village.

“Johann Jefferson! The singer you like too, Mom!”

“Oh, that well-behaved one… You crazy girl?!”

“What now!”

“Going to the city without saying anything?! Are you out of your mind?! Robert! Honey-!”

“No, no! He’s performing at Crescent Park today! There are even flyers posted around town!”

“Flyers?”

Come to think of it, she had thought about going to see some singer who was supposed to perform.

Even though it was famous as a cotton production area, Littlefield had a population of only about 5,000, and country singers only visited once or twice a year during cotton harvest season.

These occasions were among the few precious times when Littlefield citizens could relieve their stress.

“My goodness! That was Johann?”

“Yeah!”

“Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord! What a blessing this is?”

Texas, which has the most counties in America, boasted a size larger than most countries, and accordingly had many major cities.

Usually when famous singers visited Texas, they went to those big cities. Unless they had personal connections, it was rare for them to visit small towns like Littlefield.

“What’s gotten into city hall?”

Such performances and festivals were organized by city hall.

“City hall didn’t arrange it – Johann said he wanted to come himself! He said he didn’t want to miss meeting fans in small towns like our Littlefield!”

He was touring the nation, visiting small towns and cities in each state, and Littlefield was chosen as one of them.

“As expected! Since his heart is beautiful, his words are beautiful too!”

Johann was quite well-known among parents with daughters.

What parent would be happy if their daughter neglected studies to chase after singers?

However, Johann was known as a kind person who never became arrogant despite his great success at a young age, and who knew how to consider others. He even had excellent school grades.

That’s why he was a singer parents could approve of even if their daughters liked him.

No, he was a singer that even parents liked.

“Our daughter, all that money spent was worth it, wasn’t it?”

“What did I buy and how much did I spend…”

“Clean up your closet that’s wallpapered with H&M first before talking. And your boxes of clothes in the storage too!”

“…”

“Ohoho! Robert! Honey! Let’s eat dinner at Crescent tonight!”

“I was hoping for your macaroni and cheese…”

“Beer allowed!”

“Should I go wash up!”

‘Ugh, I really hate this.’

I hate that they’re not sophisticated like city people.

But I love them anyway.

* * *

Buzz buzz!

Littlefield citizens gather at Crescent Park, one of the two parks in town.

Grandmothers and grandfathers walking while patting their backs.

Middle-aged men toasting with flushed red faces.

Temporary stalls making snacks and selling alcohol for them.

Children screaming and playing on the playground equipment placed in the corner.

In Littlefield, where there was virtually nothing to do except high school sports, such performances were events where all citizens gathered.

“Who did you say?”

“Johann Jefferson! The singer who received the Papal Knighthood!”

“Oh my. What a pretty name.”

‘It’s not just his name that’s pretty, Grandmother.’

A grinning girl spots her friends in the front row of chairs lined up and approaches them, waving her hands enthusiastically.

“Did you prepare it?”

“Yes!”

The girls lift up a large panel.

A panel filled with fan messages like “Love you Johann,” “Wolfie is here,” and “Congratulations on your first full album release.”

-Hello everyone! Once again this year, we’re here…

The MC energetically climbs onto the stage.

“It’s starting!”

The girls quickly took their seats, their hearts pounding with excitement, and soon the event began.

* * *

-Country Roads!

‘How disappointing.’

Johann expresses his disappointment while watching the singer on stage.

It really is disappointing.

This was already the fifth performance since starting the national tour, yet not once had there been a solo concert.

When Johann showed his disappointment, Rick Bottom smiled bitterly and said,

“If we gave Johann a solo concert, it would drain the county’s entire annual festival budget.”

But he couldn’t perform for free every time either.

There were limits to using Johann’s personal funds, and there were also fairness issues with fans living in other cities.

So he had no choice but to be satisfied with taking one slot in joint performances.

“…I didn’t say anything.”

“It shows all over your face.”

“Tch.”

Johann turned his head and recalled his first regional event performance while watching the gazes of other singers performing at the same event.

A performance he did with singers he’d barely heard of before, except for the Out Laws.

‘Their skills were certainly not lacking.’

One of the singers who helped sustain Rocky Management in its early days, with emotion and skill comparable to Rafe Joel, Robin Joel’s father.

The country, rock, rap, and various other genres they sang were all charming, and it was puzzling why their names weren’t known at all.

‘With just a little, just a tiny bit of editing, they could have become much better than they are now.’

That editing determined success or failure, but Johann had to feel nervous back then.

People who cheered as soon as they took the stage.

People who sang along to songs Johann was hearing for the first time.

In that moment, he realized this wasn’t the stage he’d been singing on until now, but an away game, and this came as great pressure to Johann.

Could I receive more cheers than them? What if no one recognizes me when I go on stage? All sorts of worries came to mind.

Of course, the thunderous cheers that seemed to burst through my entire body as soon as I stepped on stage blew away all those concerns.

The song that began like that gave a different kind of emotion from the concert.

The sight of the audience singing along to the title single from the regular album that had been released barely a week ago was an experience I’ll probably never forget until I die.

I felt those same emotions at the events that followed.

‘That was…’

“Johann, it’s time to go up.”

‘This place will probably be the same.’

Before I knew it, it was the final turn – Johann’s turn.

Johann came out of the tent waiting room behind the stage and smiled brightly when he spotted fans holding panels as he went up on stage.

‘Hello.’

“Kyaah! He, he greeted me!”

“No way! It was me!”

‘Haha.’

Maybe it’s because it’s the countryside. Their reactions are quite rough, making me laugh.

-Could you introduce yourself?

“Hello. I’m Johann Jefferson, a singer in my 6th year.”

Waah!

Johann-!

“Calm down. You’ll collapse at this rate.”

Kyaaaah!

Hahahaha!

The adults smiled warmly at the fuss made by the girls in the front row, and Johann looked around at them.

“Whew. Not everyone here is my age, right?”

Uhahahat!

Oh! Good wit!

“Haha. Then I’ll start with the first song by Jim Reeves!”

Oh!

Ooooh!

Jim Reeves, the representative singer of the Nashville Sound that was established in earnest in the 1960s, who succeeded by targeting the mainstream pop market with soft arrangements, string instruments, and backup vocals instead of the rough sound of traditional country.

He’ll Have to Go.

“Kids who were waiting for my songs, my live performance, I’m sorry.”

But there’s no choice.

Having the experience of rapping in a neighborhood with so many elderly people and having it become quieter than underwater was enough at the Deming event.

First, I had to get their attention.

The attention of the audience that had become scattered since this was the last act.

“But listen well. I’m talking to you.”

With the lyrics of this song, even the fans would be satisfied.

“You’ll have to let him go.”

Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone

Let’s pretend that we’re together, all alone

The country music of that era following the lyrical acoustic guitar performance.

Johann gave a sultry wink and…

“Aaaaah!”

The girl fans screamed and collapsed.

* * *

Waaaah!

‘I’m definitely addicted.’

To the sight of people who didn’t know me being happy.

To the sight of people who know me jumping up and down.

‘This is the charm of local events.’

The charm of being able to breathe with the audience one step closer on a low-height stage. The charm of checking their enchanted expressions in real time.

I want to make even that grandmother with the walker beside her into a fan, but unfortunately, this is as far as it goes.

I’ve already done 2 encore songs without permission.

“Then now…”

“We should enjoy the festival!”

Since there are no more schedules for today.

Johann and Camila, who came down from the stage, quickly ran to the food stalls and bought plenty of food, surprising the people nearby who opened their eyes wide.

“Huh? Weren’t those the singers from just now?”

“It looked delicious so we ran right over!”

“Me too!”

“Uhahah! Eat lots!”

“Not here, Smith’s store over there is more delicious!”

“What! Don’t eat and get lost!”

“Uhahahaha!”

‘Definitely Texas.’

True to the state famous for guns, the smell of gunpowder hits my nose from here and there.

Johann, who laughed along, glanced at Camila moving away as they demolished the food from other stalls together, then headed somewhere.

That place was behind the stage, in front of a large monument.

“Why are we suddenly here…”

Rick Bottom, who was puzzled, followed Johann’s hand pointing at the monument and opened his eyes wide.

Johann let out a hollow laugh.

Are you perhaps unable to find the stars?

Then this place will become your seed.

James Han.

“James Han…”

The person Johann had asked to look into the whereabouts of. It’s the name he heard at the Veterans’ Home in LA.

‘Why is that name here…? Could it be?’

Is this why he said he wanted to come to Littlefield?

‘Those stars are probably… the library.’

Does James Han’s library also look like the universe like his own?

“I definitely saw him go this way! Just once, really… Ah!”

The girl who was dragging a middle-aged couple in their 40s froze when she spotted Johann. Johann smiled and gestured for her to come over.

The girl ran over like Pororo with sparkling eyes.

“Wolfie?”

“Mmhm!”

Swoosh!

“Hik?!”

“Thank you. For liking me.”

“This can’t be real…”

The girl who received the greatest gift on earth lost strength in her legs and sat down, and Johann carefully helped her up and dusted off her knees.

While doing so, he looked at the middle-aged man.

“How long has this monument been here?”

“Um… about 40 years now.”

The Asian man James Han who donated the land for this park to Littlefield and erected the monument.

“40 years ago would be the 1970s.”

A time when racial discrimination was incomparably more severe than now.

Though he was recognized for his diligence and came to be called an exemplary minority, this was for comparison with other minority races, not acceptance as an American.

Police checks were routine wherever he went, and it was unthinkable to come to a place like Littlefield filled only with white people.

‘He wouldn’t have been able to endure the racial discrimination that was as natural as breathing.’

That’s why it’s puzzling.

‘What did he leave behind in this place?’

“Did he leave anything other than this tombstone?”

Flinch!

The middle-aged man’s eyes waver.

“Father?”

“Honey?”

“Ahem. I’m not sure…”

“So it was you.”

The manager of the inheritance James Han left behind.

‘No, more precisely, the descendant of the manager.’

A descendant who inherited the work of his ancestors.

Johann had already figured this out.

Johann walks toward the startled man and holds out the dog tag.

“I’ve come to inherit James Han’s legacy.”

That tremendous inheritance.

The middle-aged man’s eyes trembled as he saw the dog tag Johann held out.

* * *

“…Honey.”

“Father.”

“Go inside first.”

The man who sent his wife and daughter into the house lights a cigarette.

“…Ha!”

Laughter suddenly bursts out.

His father’s words from childhood come to mind.

Willy. This father, who was nothing but the son of a poor duck hunter, was able to become a lawyer all thanks to that man, James Han.

His father, who was Littlefield’s only lawyer.

And himself, who became a lawyer following in his footsteps.

Honestly, he didn’t believe it. Because Waylon Jennings, a representative singer and composer of Outlaw Country born in Littlefield, was his great-uncle.

He thought his father had received help from his great-uncle.

But when he met his grandfather and talked with him, he learned that wasn’t the case.

What raised the poor hunter family wasn’t the great-uncle who left for the city, but the father who became the village’s only lawyer.

The person who built a high school in this Littlefield and enabled his father to receive higher education was that mysterious person named James Han.

Before such a father passed away, he left these words.

“When someone comes with James Han’s token, give them the inheritance he left behind…”

After putting out his cigarette, he takes out a small box from deep in the garage.

Rustle!

Something thick wrapped in paper.

The inheritance James Han left to his father, and his father passed on to him.

“Whew.”

The middle-aged man Willy Jennings quietly stared at the contents of the package he had unwrapped again after a long time.

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