Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 25
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 25
Deedeedingdee, deedeedingdee.
Guitar melody echoing through the studio where everyone held their breath.
Suddenly, his eyes grew hot.
His heart began to yearn desperately for someone.
Emotions stirred from just a kid’s guitar performance.
‘Th-this is?’
Whose composition could this be?
What master’s guitar solo piece could this be?
‘No. It’s not a solo piece.’
Certainly the guitar sound alone formed a complete song that moved the listener’s emotions.
However, to him it felt like something was missing.
‘Bass, drums, piano.’
In his mind, three instruments moved following the guitar melody.
They intertwined and unraveled, searching for harmonious notes that would blend together.
‘As expected!’
Notes coming together one by one.
Bruno Mars quickly began operating the equipment.
“Phil, the drum beat is…”
“I know without you saying.”
Phil, sitting in front of one machine, moved his thick fingers to press the thick buttons like he was stamping them.
Then came the slow-tempo drum sound echoing through the studio.
A rich, country beat different from rock, house, or R&B.
Bruno Mars copied the two-bar beat and gently layered it over Johann’s guitar melody.
Startled!
Johann, surprised by the sound coming through his headset, looked at Bruno Mars.
He signaled for him to continue.
‘These people…’
They were adding the beat to Johann’s original composition that he had planned to add later when he bought composition software.
No, it was even more refined than that.
And they were doing it in real time.
‘That’s… what kind of talent is that?’
An overwhelming talent that would be hard to match among all the countless beings he had accessed so far.
A hollow laugh escaped him.
‘After drums comes bass…’
The song became richer.
Then…
‘Ah, this part is the problem.’
As imagination and reality overlapped, the issues became apparent.
Johann began moving his fingers again to the inspiration exploding in his mind.
* * *
“…”
What had he just heard and seen?
Larry rubbed his eyes and looked at Johann and the two again.
But his eyes still showed the same thing and his ears heard even better music.
‘Just who is that kid…’
Johann, who possessed tremendous language ability, modeling talent, and even musical talent.
The more he peeled back the layers, the more new aspects emerged, making him wonder again what he had brought with him.
‘And that team…’
It seemed like his gamble had succeeded.
‘I absolutely can’t let them go!’
Larry made his resolution once more, and meanwhile the dreamlike performance ended and silence fell over the studio.
And the recording booth door opened.
Bruno Mars, who had kicked back his chair and stood up, grabbed Johann’s shoulder.
“My God! My God! Whose song is this, little Jefferson!”
“Well…”
“D-don’t tell me it’s your original composition?”
“…Yes.”
Though he had received help from the talent and experience of ‘Eagles, Joseph Fidler Walsh’, it was a song born from Johann’s own emotions.
“Oh. My God.”
Bruno Mars trembled at the overwhelming talent. He realized once again how vast the world was.
“How was it? Was it okay?”
“You call that just okay! You’re a genius, Jefferson! I can’t even compare to you!”
“That’s not what I meant – how was the equipment?”
“Oh…”
That’s right. They had come here to choose a studio to contract with.
“Of course!”
“Ahem.”
Bruno Mars and Phil closed their mouths when they saw Larry clear his throat.
‘This place seems good!’
The sound was incomparably cleaner and richer than the studio they usually rented.
All the equipment they had just used responded much more sensitively than what they were used to.
Just touching it sparked explosive inspiration.
It was naturally a pass, but Larry seemed to have different thoughts.
“Ah, I guess we should look around more?”
“Well, right?”
“Larry.”
At Johann’s call, Larry looked at the studio owner.
“Then we’ll contact you next time.”
“…Understood.”
No one who said such things ever came back, but the studio owner had no choice but to nod.
That damn money was the enemy.
“This seems to be the limit of studios we can show you today. Please discuss seriously with your team members and contact us.”
“…It won’t take long.”
‘To think there are so many studios in LA!’
They realized how much their current label had been neglecting them.
The grateful label that had contracted with them when they were unknown.
‘But now I’m not sure.’
After meeting Larry today and experiencing Rocky Management’s goodwill, their thoughts had changed considerably.
‘Besides…’
Bruno Mars and Phil looked at Johann and licked their lips.
“Even if you don’t contract with us, we’ll leave this song to the Smithingtons.”
“…It really won’t take long.”
“Contact us anytime.”
Bruno Mars and the others, their faces hardened, turned around, and Larry, who had seen them off with a warm smile, looked at Johann.
Johann’s talent is now beyond measure.
But before that, he feels a sense of disappointment.
“Sorry. I was planning to let you hear it first when it was completely finished….”
“…Really?”
Johann nods his head.
“Yeah. I guess I got excited because Larry seemed to listen to what I said.”
“Ah….”
‘Right. That’s what happened.’
Johann had said to recruit him if his skills were that impressive. After witnessing today’s incredible display, he had forgotten those words.
‘This kid revealed his unfinished song because of me.’
Johann must have been looking forward to the moment when he completed this song, the moment he would first play it for him.
Larry, feeling sorry and grateful, playfully ruffles Johann’s hair as if it was just a joke.
“How was class today? Did you decide on your elective courses?”
“Not yet.”
“Huh? What about Basic Scouting?”
“There’s no merit there except playing with Emily.”
All content he already knows.
The knowledge and experience of ‘survival expert, Johann Jaeger’ is more detailed.
Mountains, fields, seas – they say they go to play, but that’s all. Even if he can’t do it now, it’s something he could do with Larry someday.
“…Is baseball that fun?”
“Yeah. What I learned today was….”
Johann and Larry chatted away as they returned to Rocky Management.
* * *
‘Entry.’
Johann, who entered the vast universe, voices his curiosity.
“Search. Peter Gene Hernandez. Producing Team Smithingtons.”
Swoosh!
The galactic river rippled, and a pale golden orb flew from far away and stopped right in front of him.
“…Interesting.”
Johann was intrigued as he looked at the size of the orb.
* * *
“We’re back!”
“Gene!”
“Phil!”
The old red brick 5-story apartment.
Three black men approach Bruno Mars and Phil as they open the door and enter.
Their eyes intensely asking how things went today.
“First… look.”
Phil holds out his mobile phone, showing the photos he secretly took today.
“This is the Rocky Management building on Sunset Boulevard, and their artists.”
“Whoa?”
“It’s better than our record label building?”
“Anywhere would be better than our record label, right?”
“Listen while you look. The revenue split they mentioned is 8 to 2.”
The three who were looking at the interior photos of Rocky Management with bright eyes lift their heads in shock.
Phil recites the contract conditions Larry mentioned.
“The first year is 7 to 3 and… they’ll also rent us a studio? Then, then how much money do we have to pay?”
“There’s nothing like that. They’ll pay the rent too.”
And while it’s a rental for now, they said they’d build them their own studio once they start making profits.
“My goodness.”
The three open their mouths in shock.
“You, you brought the contract, right?”
“Where do we sign?”
“ID card! ID card!”
Bruno Mars and Phil nodded understandingly as they watched their friends making a fuss. It was exactly how they had looked just an hour ago.
“So you’re saying we’ll sign the contract?”
“Wait. Did our contract period end?”
“Did you forget? We don’t have a contract period.”
When they first signed the contract, the record label had put in a daily contract period so they could terminate the contract at any time.
It meant the contract would be renewed daily unless there were any objections, and Team Smithingtons had initially made many efforts to extend this contract to yearly terms.
Though it still hasn’t changed.
“Right, that’s true. What? You still haven’t called yet?”
Bruno Mars, who chuckled, picked up his mobile phone.
“Yes, Mr. Jefferson. This is Bruno Mars who met with you today.”
Their eyes began to shine.
* * *
“Johann!”
“Emily.”
Emily, who arrived at school at an appropriate time, looks at the elective course selection form placed in front of Johann.
“…Are you really not going to choose Basic Scouting?”
“Like I said yesterday, I’m still thinking about it.”
“Why? Isn’t playing with me enough?”
“It’s not that, but….”
Playing with Emily alone has enough merit.
But the homeroom teacher’s gaze bothers him.
“It seems like it’ll be troublesome.”
The homeroom teacher had already been bothersome as soon as he figured out Johann’s past. If he gets involved, who knows how many more troublesome things might happen in the future.
‘That trouble could be considered experience too, but….’
He didn’t really want that kind of experience.
“Ah.”
Emily, recalling the homeroom teacher’s behavior during the last class, soon nods her head.
“I understand. Then it can’t be helped.”
“Huh? Are you okay with it?”
“I just want to play together, but I don’t want to force a friend to do something they dislike.”
“Oh?”
“What’s with that look?”
“Nothing.”
Emily, who narrowed her eyes, clicks her tongue.
“You’d better decide quickly. Today is Friday.”
“…I should.”
‘In the end, do I have to choose Reading and Physical Education II?’
Physical Education II, chosen by kids who can’t control their overflowing energy and love to play.
Since you need to stimulate growth plates to grow taller, Physical Education II seems like it wouldn’t be a bad decision either.
“Moon, what elective courses did you choose?”
“Me, me?”
“Yeah. You.”
The startled student sitting next to him, Mason Moon, stammers as he speaks.
“I, I’m taking Music II and co, computer, and Art II.”
“Ugh. Computer means the subject where you learn computer skills, right?”
A subject that just hearing about it makes your head spin and feel complicated.
At Emily’s words, Mason Moon’s face turns pale.
“Uh-huh! Th, th, that’s right!”
“Why would you take that already…”
The computer subject teaches basics that would be sufficient to learn even after advancing to middle school, so except for certain types of students, it’s not very popular.
“Even counting all students on this campus, not even thirty would take it…ah.”
Emily, who was speaking, nods her head.
“You’re Korean, right?”
“…”
Correct. Johann is surprised by that reaction.
“You’re not doing it because you want to?”
“…Computer will be more in the spotlight in the future, she said.”
“Then what about Music II and Art II?”
“Ah, instrument playing is basic, right?”
Drawing is the same. Mother says that even if it’s ordinary now, you never know what might happen later.
“Doesn’t Father say anything?”
“Not really? He’s busy working in Korea, so he’s not even interested in what I’m learning.”
“Good heavens.”
Career. This young child is already trying to run toward a single career.
And not by his own will, but by his parents’ will.
‘What on earth are Moon’s parents doing to Moon?’
This is practically child abuse.
When Johann’s brow furrows, Emily grabs his arm and shakes her head.
‘Why?’
‘All the Koreans I know are like this.’
Rather, Mason Moon’s case could be considered low intensity.
Usually Koreans fill up all four elective subjects completely. Not only that, but when school ends, they go to places called academies in Koreatown or call tutors to additionally learn mathematics and such.
“Is, is that really true?”
Mason Moon nodded his head.
“Yeah. I go to three academies after school.”
Mathematics, English, and Taekwondo – these three.
“Good heavens.”
It really was good heavens.
* * *
“…”
“Why is Johann like this?”
“Ah, well…”
When Emily explains what just happened, Flash furrows his brow.
“Our mom hates that kind of educational method.”
‘She didn’t give up on you, did she?’
But since it would be rude, Emily keeps her mouth shut.
“She says if you do things you don’t want in that way, you can’t do what you really want, and even if you happen to get a good job, it’ll be hard to rise to high positions.”
“…Really?”
“Yeah. Creativity? Initiative…”
“Initiative?”
“Right, that! She says it’ll be hard because creativity and initiative disappear!”
‘Certainly…’
That makes sense.
If you keep learning things you don’t want to learn from this young age under parental pressure, people are likely to become passive in the end.
‘And they might go astray too.’
Johann nodded his head.
“I guess I should abandon the thought of living a little more diligently, more intensely.”
Johann’s face, which had been filled with thoughts after hearing Mason Moon’s schedule, brightens.
“Ugh. Even more diligent than that?”
“No way, Johann. You need to sleep a lot to grow tall.”
‘Should I hit him?’
Though it was certainly said with good intentions, he gets irritated at Flash’s viewing angle looking down from above.
It’s also because of Emily looking down when mentioning height.
“…Then I’ll go attend class now!”
“You’re going to Art II class, right? Then I’ll come with you.”
“Huh? Is that okay, Emily?”
“It’s fine.”
Though they already submitted their list of elective subjects to take in spring semester, this week is the correction period anyway.
They could skip regular classes and attend as much as they wanted.
“Oh? Right, that’s how it was! Why was I forgetting this?! Then I want to go too!”
“Me too!”
“Us too!”
Joy and Lucy, Flash and his friends, whose next classes were language arts and history, raised their hands high.
* * *
The campus with warm sunlight streaming down and a somewhat cool breeze blowing.
Students taking Art II gather closely together on the lawn.
“Gasp! It, it’s Emily!”
“Fl, Flash came too.”
Children getting nervous at the appearance of the tyrant and queen.
“Did everyone miss the teacher during vacation… What?!”
‘Why, why are those kids in my class?’
The Art II teacher’s eyes wavered too.
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