Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 27
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 27
“See you later!”
“See you Monday!”
Emily gets into her mother’s car that came to pick her up and looks at her mobile phone.
A photo of the drawing she made today appears on her retina.
The drawing Johann made and the drawing Emily herself made.
One looks like a photograph, while the other looks like some strange monster.
“…Mother.”
“Hmm? What’s wrong, sweetie?”
“Should I learn art?”
Screech!
“Kyaa!”
“Suddenly? Why? What happened?”
Her daughter, who had been causing trouble by saying she wanted to be a model and had abandoned her studies, now wants to learn something normal.
“…Don’t tell me it’s because of that boy Johann?”
Flinch!
“Well…”
“Wow! Wow! Our daughter finally!”
“Why, why are you looking at me like that?! It’s not like that!”
“Got it! I’ll hurry home, so think about what you want to learn!”
“W-wait… Mother? Mother-!”
Vrooom!
This wasn’t something that happened only to Emily. All the friends who saw Johann’s amazing drawing today were telling their parents the same thing.
* * *
“Good work!”
Johann gets out of the car and heads to the CEO office of Rocky Management.
“Huh? He’s not here?”
The CEO office is empty for some reason. Judging by the warmth remaining in the space, he seems to have gone to the restroom briefly.
“I can’t.”
He calms the impulse of the ‘Art Student’ who is urging him to draw.
Johann deliberately didn’t buy anything because he wanted to buy drawing tools together with Larry. He didn’t buy them because it would be a memorable experience for Larry too.
The fun of pondering and choosing together.
Johann anticipates that moment and removes ‘The One Who Became a Star’ and ‘Art Student’ while absorbing ‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’.
Then…
“Ah?”
Inspiration suddenly explodes.
The startled Johann soon realizes the reason.
‘How pitiful.’
Though he removed the life of the ‘Art Student’, that life is still etched in his mind, so ‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’ who read those memories feels sorry for him.
And that emotion, the life of the ‘Art Student’, becomes inspiration and explodes.
“Then I have to do it.”
Johann turns on the recording app that Ada set up and strums his guitar.
Ding ding ding ding ding!
A bright and cheerful melody fills the CEO office.
Johann’s mouth opens.
“I have a ship. A ship that can go anywhere in the world.”
I can even go to the moon.
Mother, today I want to go here.
Father, let’s go together.
The story of a helmsman who held the wheel of a mythical ship that could go anywhere in the world, and a greedy person who wanted to go to a different country every day, flowed from Johann’s hands and mouth.
Ding-a-ling!
“Phew.”
A languid smile blooms.
A song that pleases his heart – satisfaction spreads from that result.
‘Oops.’
Johann stops the recording app and plays it again.
‘Huh?’
Feeling eyes on him, Johann turns his head and blinks.
At the open door of the CEO office stand Larry and Johnny with shocked faces, and next to them Bruno Mars and Phil are rubbing their reddened eyes. The three black young men behind them are also turning their heads while holding their noses.
Team Smithingtons, the producing team that came to sign a contract today and toured Rocky Management.
Bruno Mars shuffles over and firmly grasps Johann’s hand.
“Let’s go, little Jefferson!”
Let’s record. Please let me record.
Johann looked at Larry and Johnny as if asking them to stop him.
* * *
Team Smithingtons brought Johann to the studio they’ll be using in the future, almost like kidnapping him.
Larry, who couldn’t stop them because they were so excited, smiled bitterly and asked Johann about the song he played earlier on their behalf.
And he’s surprised.
“You made a song after hearing a story about an autistic child?”
“Yeah.”
“What the…”
“Kid, are you an angel?”
Team Smithingtons says what Larry and Johnny want to say.
Larry strokes his head.
“Thank you, Johann.”
“For what?”
‘For growing up right.’
Johann furrowed his brow to guess the meaning of the incomprehensible words.
Then he looks at Bruno Mars.
“Gene, but I don’t have money.”
“…Huh?”
Words that shatter the heartwarming atmosphere.
‘Money will come soon though…’
Tomorrow, when he signs an exclusive contract with H&M West Coast Branch, the signing bonus will come in. Larry spent the past week coordinating with H&M to raise the salary amount a bit more.
Of course, the $30,000 that H&M’s chief photographer Henri Robert gave him remains intact, but working with Team Smithingtons costs $20,000 per song.
Including the song composed today and the song composed two days ago, that’s $40,000.
“My goodness. Little Jefferson…”
“Johann, you acknowledge that I’m your guardian, right?”
Everything related to money is something Larry himself has to handle.
“You just need to say what you want to do.”
Besides, Johann is an artist contracted with Rocky Management. The recording costs should also be paid by Rocky Management or Larry himself.
Bruno Mars also chimes in.
“No, we’re the ones who suggested recording, so we can’t take money.”
If they had planned to take money, they couldn’t have brought him here like kidnapping him.
However, Johann shook his head.
“What are you all talking about? That’s exactly why we need to do this properly.”
If they recorded today, it would be Team Smithingtons’ first commission since signing with Rocky Management.
The first commission. No matter how good the intentions, they couldn’t proceed with such emotion in that crucial first moment.
“Do rent and meals come from digging in the ground?”
Professionals speak with money. Talent donations should be done when you have the luxury to do so.
“And when work proceeds this emotionally, can we expect results that satisfy everyone? Gene, can you really give it your all?”
Bruno Mars, born with extraordinary talent.
He wanted to see this person’s sincerity.
‘This is real sincerity.’
“…You must feel reassured.”
“Not at all.”
Embarrassed Larry and Johnny, Team Smithingtons put their heads together.
“Alright. Then we’ll set the producing commission fee at $10,000 per song.”
“Payment will be made soon along with the contract fee. And… Johann?”
“Yeah.”
“Even if we record, it’ll be difficult to distribute right away.”
They hadn’t yet recruited veteran staff members to handle that side of things.
“That’s fine.”
Currently, he just wanted to see the results of the songs he composed; he hadn’t thought about anything beyond that yet.
“I can upload it to SNS though, right?”
“To show your friends?”
“Well, that’s part of it…”
He also wanted to brag about composing such songs.
Larry burst into laughter, reading Johann’s feelings.
“Um, Mr. Jefferson? If distribution is difficult, how about uploading to SoundCloud first?”
“SoundCloud?”
“It’s a streaming site created in Germany last October…”
SoundCloud was a site where you could freely share and download music you created or had permission to use from others.
Created in Northern Europe with electronic music being dominant, but other genres were no less impressive. With no burden to upload and listen to songs, it had many subscribers and was rapidly growing.
“Everyone I know who does music uses this place.”
They wanted recognition.
“There was such a place…”
Good to know about it.
“Understood. I’ll think about it. Then please take care of it.”
“Just leave it to us! Little Jefferson? Can you sing that song you just sang again?”
“Of course.”
If he couldn’t even do that much, could he call himself ‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’?
“Let’s listen to what we recorded here first.”
The song rang out again.
Just as the previous emotion was shaking Team Smithingtons, Johann’s mouth opened.
“Can you hit the drum beats like this? Actually, not electronic sounds.”
He had paid money. A legitimate justification to work them had been created.
Johann’s eyes began to sparkle as he made drum sounds with his mouth.
* * *
“Well then, I’ll be going! Please take good care of it!”
He wanted to stay and watch the completion, but Larry wouldn’t allow it. He’d actually been looking at his wristwatch uncomfortably for the past 30 minutes.
After Johann left like that.
“This is unbelievable…”
The remaining Team Smithingtons expressed their amazement.
Recording two songs completed in just 4 hours.
Even though they had changed the genre of today’s composed song after discussion, it only took this much time.
“They say talent is indeed innate…”
“This kind of talent really exists.”
Talent that matched Bruno Mars, the greatest genius and friend they knew.
Bruno Mars also laughed as if amused.
‘The world really is vast.’
The music industry was a place where even such geniuses were as common as stones scattered on the roadside.
‘I need to polish the songs I’m preparing more perfectly.’
Songs he had definitely thought were perfect until recently now felt inadequate.
Clap!
People looked at Bruno Mars.
“Good songs, right?”
Songs that would captivate everyone regardless of age or gender.
Plus Johann, who had given them the wake-up call that enlightened them.
They couldn’t ruin the songs that such a Johann had created.
“…I’ll go buy Red Bull.”
“Bring all the moving boxes we organized yesterday too.”
“Which song should we start with, Gene?”
“This song first.”
Working title ‘Dream-Trip by Boat’, The Dream-Trip by Boat.
The song that changed from country rock to folk rock at Bruno Mars’s insistence.
“Let’s finish it before the sun rises tomorrow.”
Both songs.
This was their first commission after the contract.
They had to prove Team Smithingtons’ capabilities.
Their eyes completely changed.
* * *
Meanwhile, in Rocky Management’s CEO office.
Ada, who had listened to ‘Dream-Trip by Boat’, looked at Johann.
‘Yesterday I didn’t think much of it…’
Since it was an instrumental piece without a single verse, she couldn’t gauge whether it was good or not.
When she heard that a producing team called Smithingtons had worked on it, she simply thought he had some talent with guitar too.
It was the same when he sang Hotel California on the radio.
Though there was something that stirred emotions, since human feelings can be moved by trivial things, she thought Larry was making a fuss.
But not now.
‘Such talent…’
Tears were about to come from the cheerful and bright folk rock melody.
She felt sorry for the narrator, and it overlapped with her own image from long ago during school days when things were so hard she wanted to escape somewhere.
“…Do you need anything?”
There were many things she wanted to ask.
How, why.
But she held back since Larry would have asked everything already.
She smiled as a guardian, saying he did well.
“There is something.”
“What? A composition program?”
“No. I need an easel, drawing book, and paint.”
“…Huh?”
Johann holds out his mobile phone, showing the drawing he made today.
“I didn’t know, but I have talent in drawing too.”
“…What the fuck?”
“H-hey, Ada! Language!”
Larry, who hurriedly tried to stop her, also stared blankly at Johann’s mobile phone.
* * *
“Good night.”
“You too, Ada!”
As Ada leaves the room, Johann quickly sits in front of the computer.
The computer turns on with a whirring sound.
He searches for and accesses one website.
And….
“Oh?”
‘This is SoundCloud.’
Countless accounts visible on the screen. Each and every one of them are singers and composers.
Johann’s eyes began to shine.
* * *
-Let’s all go together.
As the song ends, silence falls over the studio.
“…Done?”
“Done.”
Smiles bloom on their faces.
It couldn’t be more perfect than this.
If Johann’s side doesn’t like it, editing hell would begin, but for now, this is the best they can do.
“Should we send it then?”
Bruno Mars, glancing at his friends who were urging him with their eyes to send it quickly, sends two audio files to Larry’s email.
After some loading with clicking sounds, the email and text message are sent.
“Ugh! I’m hungry!”
“There’s a Chinese restaurant nearby, anyone want to go?”
“Ah, whatever. You guys go! I’m going to sleep!”
Last night, he poured all his energy into those two songs.
His whole body smells sour from sweat that soaked and dried, but all he wants is to sleep quickly.
So they split in half, and soon snoring sounds echoed through the studio.
* * *
“….”
Early morning in the kitchen, Johann, Larry, and Ada gather around the laptop.
The finished version that was just sent.
“…The song’s over.”
“Wait a moment.”
Ada gets up from her chair and moves with the laptop.
The two men follow her in confusion.
Ada heads to the living room and connects the laptop to the speakers on both sides of the TV.
And again, or rather with incomparably different dimensional sound that hits their entire bodies, ‘Dream-Journey on a Ship’.
Perhaps thanks to the speakers worth over $20,000. The song seems to seep into their bodies.
‘As expected, Gene….’
He knew he could do it.
It’s regrettable that many parts were touched up, but this is much better. Satisfying.
If Team Smithingtons were in front of him, he might have hugged them.
Now all that’s left is Larry and Ada’s reaction.
When the song ends, he looks at Larry and Ada.
“Larry.”
“Yeah….”
“How much do I need to invest?”
“Huh?”
‘That’s right!’
Johann clenches his fist.
“Larry, then should I upload this to social media?”
To SoundCloud that he joined as soon as he came back last night too.
“…Wait. Let’s upload it in 2 hours.”
Just in case, they need to register the copyright first.
Larry picked up his mobile phone to wake the sleeping staff members, and 2 hours later, the song was uploaded to Johann’s social media and SoundCloud with this message.
I dedicate this song to everyone around the world suffering from autism spectrum.
Dream-Journey on a Ship.
Earth as Seen by the Moon Rabbit.
Two illustrations were included as well.
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