Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 21
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 21
Click!
“No regrets…”
A newspaper company located in LA.
The reporter who pressed Y on the Y/N option leans back in his chair and smiles languidly.
A surfer must go out to sea when the waves come.
‘The world has changed.’
With the development of SNS, the speed at which information is transmitted has increased. Several times faster than when newspapers used to be circulated.
So this was the right thing to do.
‘If I had waited a week like in the old days, I would have thrown a well-prepared feast into the trash. Everything would have rotted.’
“See. I was right.”
The reporter smiled at the rapidly rising view count as soon as he posted the second article and stood up.
“Fairmont School. Johann.”
The destination was already decided.
* * *
Swish swish swish!
Larry, the guardian, signs two copies of the contract.
“Here, just sign here.”
‘This is the contract.’
He skims through the contract he’s actually receiving for the first time.
‘The conditions are good.’
“Is this a standard contract?”
“Not exactly standard.”
Unlike other artists who start from scratch, Johann is already making money on his own. Just the proposals that have come in amount to over $150,000 per year. The settlement ratio has to be different.
“Ah.”
“Is there anything you don’t understand?”
“No. You explained it to me.”
Larry and Ada explained each part of the contract.
Johann calmed his trembling heart and signed the contract.
Swoosh, thud!
“Done.”
Clap clap clap clap!
“Congratulations!”
“We’re finally family!”
“You won’t regret it!”
“Now, look here! Cheese!”
Click!
Sales Team Employees who gathered in the CEO Office.
Their congratulatory expressions suddenly changed.
“Here, these are the lists we compiled yesterday and today. Look them over quickly and approve them within 20 minutes. What are you doing, we don’t have time!”
“Johann needs to take profile photos, so come this way.”
“Make the salon reservation first!”
“Huh? Huh?”
Johann, who was confused, soon looked at Larry, who was equally confused, and spoke with his eyes.
‘See.’
Now that they had signed the contract, the staff were moving much more actively than before.
His thoughts were correct.
“Rick was in his third year, right?”
“Yes.”
“Say hello, Johann. This is Rick Bottom who will help with your schedule and transportation from now on.”
He would mainly help with Johann’s after-school activities.
“Rick? This is Johann Jefferson who will be your exclusive client. As you know, he’s my adopted son.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Rick Bottom.”
‘He’s big.’
His height and build seemed to be easily 2 meters.
“Hello. I’m Johann Jefferson. Please take good care of me. Were you in the military?”
Rick Bottom looks at Larry.
Larry shakes his head, indicating he didn’t say anything.
‘I was right. I wondered why I smelled that…’
The faint smell of gunpowder and blood that seemed etched into his skin.
Rick Bottom was definitely a soldier, and one with multiple deployment experiences. Without that, even a fragment of ‘Wolf Howling at the Moon’ wouldn’t have been able to detect it.
‘He doesn’t need to worry that much.’
The reason Larry chose Rick Bottom as Johann’s manager among many candidates was not only to help with schedule management and transportation, but also to take responsibility for protection.
Feeling that sentiment, Johann smiled bitterly and bowed his head toward Rick Bottom.
“Thank you for your service to the country and its people.”
Thank You for Your Service.
Thanks to their service and sacrifice, Larry, Ada, Emily, and People Around them have been able to live comfortably until today. He was someone who deserved gratitude.
It was also a bit of flattery meaning please take good care of me.
“…Don’t mention it.”
Larry smiles as a small warmth appears in Rick Bottom’s previously stiff expression.
Rick Bottom was the most taciturn person at Rocky Management, but the most trustworthy after Johnny. He was the perfect talent to take care of Johann.
Clap!
“Well, now that you’ve greeted each other, shall we move?”
To the Radio Station.
As soon as the second article came out, the Broadcasting Station became eager and urged them to come.
* * *
“Wait.”
Thud!
Rick Bottom, who got out of the driver’s seat first, looks around and then opens the back door of the car where Johann is sitting.
“Thank you, Rick. Ah, is it okay to call you Rick?”
In America, calling someone by their first name upon first meeting is quite rude.
Nod.
Just as Johann smiled at the permission and was about to move his feet.
“Haaa.”
“Hm?”
Suddenly, a sigh that grabbed his ankle.
A Curly-haired Black Youth in his twenties is looking at the Radio Station while emitting intense emotions.
“Looks like an aspiring singer.”
You can tell just by looking.
“From his standing posture to the Sense of Rhythm ingrained in his body… Huh?”
Larry, who was speaking, blinks his eyes.
“Do you know him?”
“Someone I owe a few favors to, I guess…”
He’s someone I’ve seen so much that it’s embarrassing I didn’t recognize him.
“Hey, Gene!”
“…Mr. Jefferson!”
A brightly smiling black young man approaches.
“How long has it been. I was really grateful for the producing you did last time. Thanks to that, I boosted my sales a bit.”
“Haha. I’m glad to hear that. But who’s this?”
“Ah, let me introduce you. This is my adopted son Johann. Johann? This is Peter Gene Hernandez, who I’ve been indebted to several times. He’s a producer that few people in LA’s music scene don’t know.”
“Haha. It’s not that much. Hi? I’m Peter Gene Hernandez. I’m active under the stage name Bruno Mars, but you can just call me Gene comfortably.”
“Hello, I’m Johann Jefferson. I attend Fairmont School.”
“Oh? Fairmont?”
“Gene!”
“Ah, my friends are here. Contact me anytime if you need songs.”
“Sure. See you again.”
As the young man left, Larry clicked his tongue.
“If only his label had the will to work, he would have soared sky high…”
Johann looked at Larry in surprise. This was the first time Larry had praised someone like this.
So he couldn’t readily understand.
“Larry, couldn’t you recruit him?”
“Me?”
Surprised Larry narrowed his eyes.
“Me bringing him over… Me…”
Various financial problems from producing equipment costs to studio rental fees first came to mind.
But even setting that aside, he was attracted.
“…Let’s go inside first.”
Johann, who had given Larry something to ponder, moved his steps into the radio station.
‘Oh…’
A broadcasting station he’d never been to in his life.
His first impression was that it was incredibly large.
And it was fascinating. The wide and high lobby, and the people moving around.
‘That person’s neck is too bent, and that person is as big as Rick.’
There were handsome and pretty people, and people carrying guitar cases on their backs.
And security guards loosely watching them and the desk woman smiling while handing something over.
So many people were bustling around the lobby.
An atmosphere similar to yet different from Rocky Management.
“Johann.”
Larry held out an access card.
“If you lose it, it’ll be hard to get back in after going out, so keep it around your neck.”
“Okay.”
Somehow he suddenly felt like he’d become an entertainer.
‘No, it would be more accurate to say celebrity.’
Not a celebrity in the true sense, but he had become somewhat famous anyway.
The fame that brought him to this place. He realized anew with this single plastic card lanyard that he had become such a person.
Emotions difficult to express in words spread warmly.
“Huh?”
Suddenly Johann’s head turned.
His eyes followed an old man carrying a guitar case on his back.
‘That, that person is?’
How could he forget that face.
“Hm? Where are you looking? Is there someone you know?”
“…No. Let’s go.”
He missed him.
The old man had already disappeared among the crowd.
Johann pouted his lips in disappointment.
“My goodness. You were that wolf boy… Ah, sorry.”
“No. It’s fine.”
‘At least it’s not Mowgli.’
The writer, producer, and MC’s eyes lit up at Johann’s calm demeanor.
How much they had pitied and felt relieved about Mowgli, the wolf boy discovered in the Rocky Mountains.
‘I thought it would take a long time for him to adapt to society…’
It wasn’t so. The Johann before their eyes was clearly an ordinary city child.
Moreover, a child who showed signs of being loved in a wealthy family.
‘But on top of that, he even does such good deeds!’
“It’s all thanks to Larry here and the excellent care and education of Fairmont School.”
Flinch!
“Oh! Haha. Is that so?”
“Yes. Without Larry’s care, I couldn’t have adapted this quickly.”
Without Fairmont School’s excellent educational philosophy, he couldn’t have done such good deeds either.
“Jo, Johann…!”
He felt flustered yet happy, and slightly disappointed.
‘Why Fairmont School…’
He also knew that today’s occasion was thanks to Fairmont School.
A student from a prestigious private school who lifted up a washed-up catcher.
If it had been a public school student, he wouldn’t have become this famous. It was all because a student from the prestigious private school called Fairmont School had done good deeds that he became this famous.
‘Still…’
“It’s the school Larry and Ada worked hard to send me to.”
And he would probably miss a lot of classes from now on.
‘…I should help.’
Larry nodded at Johann’s whisper, and people felt warm at their affectionate appearance.
‘The picture is so good?’
‘Right?’
Inspiration began to explode at the sight of Johann trusting and relying, and Larry caringly looking after him.
Their minds raced quickly in that moment.
Looking at each other, they nodded.
‘Let’s change…’
‘The plan.’
From a prestigious private school student who did good deeds in these difficult times, to a beautiful story about why the wolf boy who became a prestigious private school student had no choice but to do good deeds, becoming refreshing rain for people’s hearts in these harsh times.
“Ahem. You two look so good together. So I’m saying this… if it wouldn’t be rude, could Mr. Jefferson also appear on the show?”
“…Oh my. I don’t know if I’ll be of help.”
Larry pulled up a chair and sat down.
* * *
“This should be enough. Johann, was it? During the live broadcast in an hour, just speak like you did just now.”
Depending on the situation, they might throw unexpected questions, but they wouldn’t stray far from the pre-interview content.
“And… welcome to LA.”
“Thank you.”
After the MC, writer, and producer who patted Johann’s head as if proud left, Larry held out his fist.
Bump!
“I’ll go to the restroom.”
“Then let’s meet here later. What do you want to drink?”
“Cola.”
Hamburger’s perfect match, cola.
The fizzy carbonation that pops and tingles, and that dizzying sweetness—cola is Johann’s favorite drink.
‘I’d want to make it at home if I could!’
If he accessed the life of the founder of the brand that sells cola, he could learn the secret of that taste, but since it’s more convenient and cheaper to just buy it from the mart rather than making cola directly, Johann decided to give up on that idea.
Step by step.
“Is something wrong?”
“…No.”
‘But there is something.’
Rick Bottom’s expression, following behind, becomes indifferent again.
The look of someone about to ask a question but swallowing it back.
‘It’ll take some time to get close…’
Clank—as the restroom door opens, time stops. He lifts his head and becomes dazed.
The old man he saw in the lobby an hour ago.
“…Ho. Don’t tell me you know who I am?”
“How could I not know.”
One of the beings who became a ray of comfort during the difficult and exhausting life in the forest.
“Joe Walsh.”
Guitarist and vocalist of the legendary rock band Eagles.
“To meet you!”
He couldn’t say he was a passionate fan. But since this was the owner of songs he occasionally hummed, emotions of confusion, joy, and happiness came rushing in.
‘The One Who Became a Star was also a fan of this band!’
Perhaps that’s why the magnitude of emotion was doubled.
“Oh! Hahaha!”
Amazing. And joyful.
While it was unbelievable that he really seemed to know him, he was grateful that such a young child recognized and liked him. It felt like vitality was surging through his body, and he wanted to give something to this grandson-aged fan.
“C-could I ask for an autograph?”
“How about a song?”
“My goodness.”
Joe Walsh sat on the chair next to the restroom, creating a stage. Johann sat on the bare floor, becoming the audience for a concert meant for just one person.
An acoustic guitar rested on Joe Walsh’s knee.
“Is there a song you’d like to hear?”
“I’d like to hear Rocky Mountain Way, but…”
His first solo song and guitar solo piece, Rocky Mountain Way.
But since that needed to be played on electric guitar, he chose a different song.
“I’d like to hear Desperado.”
“Oh! Hahaha!”
Rocky Mountain Way, a song that would be hard to know unless you were quite a fan.
His mood improved even more as he placed his fingers on the guitar strings.
For just one fan, he wrapped himself in the loneliness of Desperado, the wanderer.
And his fingers moved and his mouth opened.
“Desperado-.”
One verse of calling captured the hearts of Johann and the people passing by.
* * *
Ring ring!
Clap clap clap clap clap
Whistle! Whew!
Praise poured in from all around.
However, Joe Walsh only looked at the audience member who had created this stage.
“How was it?”
“Hearing it live… hearing it right in front of me… it’s really different.”
Several people he had accessed before had said that songs were best heard at concerts, but he hadn’t known it would be to this extent.
‘I want to go.’
Anyone’s concert, any singer’s concert.
He wanted to feel this emotion again.
“Hahahaha!”
The highest praise for a singer like him. Even though he was old, the words he still wanted to hear shook his heart once more.
After hesitating for a moment, he held out the guitar to Johann.
“Here, this is a gift.”
“What? No, this is!”
“I hope today’s meeting becomes a good memory for you. Study hard.”
Johann stared blankly at Joe Walsh patting his head and walking away, hugging the guitar.
The warmth felt from his head and the guitar.
“I’ll take this. I’ll look after it.”
Greedy gazes being sent from the surroundings.
Johann, coming to his senses, looked at Rick Bottom.
“…Were you an Eagles fan?”
“…”
‘So you were.’
If not, there’s no way he would handle the guitar case so preciously.
Johann reluctantly but trustingly handed the guitar to Rick Bottom. Though reluctant, the gazes of the people around were too intense for him to keep carrying it himself.
“You’re late?”
‘Was it urgent business?’
And why does his face look like that again.
An expression as if his soul had left, like he’d been greatly shocked by something.
“Where did that guitar come from?”
“Even if I told you what just happened, you wouldn’t believe it, Larry.”
A meeting that placed a bookmark to look back on in the future.
Even without photos, he would never forget today’s events for the rest of his life.
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