Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 43

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 43

 

 

”Enough! I’m on vacation today!”

LA Beach bathed in warm sunlight.

“Whether that bastard took bribes to shove someone into a role or not, what can a mere director, a part-time director at that, really do!”

The White Middle-aged Man in his 40s holding his mobile phone angrily ends the call after venting his frustration.

“Casting Director problems again?”

Casting Directors who receive full authority over role casting.

In this industry, fights between Casting Directors and producers are nothing new. Casting Directors are usually sent by production companies or producers.

In other words, role casting reflects the production company’s will.

Unless you’re a director like Steven Spielberg, you can’t ignore a Casting Director’s casting decisions.

‘Damn it. Trying to put a drug addict in that important role!’

One of the key characters who would span three full episodes.

‘Well, I guess it fits for a death row inmate!’

“Forget it. Don’t even bring up that bastard.”

He only contracted to direct one season anyway. Whether scandals broke and ruined the drama was none of his business.

“Shonda Lynn Rhimes will be disappointed though?”

Shonda Lynn Rhimes, the original author and executive producer.

“…Let’s just eat.”

The moment he snorted heavily and spotted a nearby burger franchise, starting to walk over.

“Yes, Joe. I’ve arrived in LA. See you this evening.”

A captivating voice that caught their attention.

The Middle-aged Men who reflexively turned their heads were surprised.

‘Brian McKnight?’

Brian McKnight, one of the singers that comes to mind when you think of R&B.

“I wasn’t the only one invited. Eagles wouldn’t suddenly try R&B out of nowhere… Hmm. I don’t know.”

Brian McKnight shook his head and entered the burger restaurant they were heading to.

“Eagles doing R&B?”

“Must be nonsense.”

Eagles, one of the bands that comes to mind when you think of rock.

“They’re probably just gathering various acquaintances for a party.”

“That seems most likely.”

Dismissing their curiosity, they entered the burger restaurant.

Inside the IN&OUT restaurant, the representative burger franchise of the US West Coast, still packed with people despite lunch hour being over.

The two Middle-aged Men who ordered burgers and drinks and sat at an empty table were surprised.

Not because of Brian McKnight sitting across from them, but because of Giselle Buncheon sitting at the next table with her cap pulled down, sitting with what appeared to be acquaintances.

She was radiant even with barely any makeup.

“…This is LA alright.”

You can see stars too easily here.

“Let’s pretend we don’t know her, Eric.”

After the box office failure of the movie ‘Taxi: The Maximum’, she suffered tremendous criticism. If they approached her, even that small peace would be shattered.

At those words, the moment producer Eric Stoltz took a bite of his hamburger.

Ting-!

A guitar sound like a water droplet falling onto a damp floor struck his heart.

Every hair on his body stood on end as his ears were forcibly captured.

His head turned.

“C chord?”

The Middle-aged Man sitting across from Eric Stoltz, their drama’s Music Director, muttered then shook his head.

No. It was just the sound of plucking a string.

But it sounded like a guitar master had poured all their emotions into it, created after countless failures.

His heart grew cold and heavy.

The surroundings transformed into a dark, damp cave.

“Whose song is this?”

‘Right. Whose composition could this be.’

They looked at the mobile phone placed on the table where Giselle Buncheon sat.

Did they know? This current shock was nothing compared to the shock that would follow.

 

‘Why are there no lyrics?’

Lyrics that didn’t come even after waiting a long time.

‘Of course, that’s not strange but…’

No, it’s even better.

“What do you think?”

“It’s an insane composition.”

Just listening to the performance vividly painted the situation and story the song wanted to express in their minds.

It was a result that even composers who created numerous masterpieces could only achieve after countless drafts and accumulated practice.

It was a composition that shook the listener’s emotions that much.

“It must be a composition by a tremendously famous composer.”

Eric Stoltz nodded in agreement when Brian McKnight entered his view.

He was staring intently at the table where Giselle sat.

‘Well, if even I, who doesn’t know much about music, feel this way…’

Brian McKnight was probably experiencing tremendous shock right now.

Then a small curiosity arose.

“Dieter, if you were a lyricist, would you covet this composition?”

Brian McKnight, who was an R&B singer, producer, and also a lyricist.

“Absolutely.”

For a composition like this, he would kneel and beg to be allowed to write lyrics.

“No, before that, this song would suit this episode…”

“Shh.”

A conversation had started at Giselle’s table.

“You’ve been thinking about it all this time and completed it yesterday?”

Thud!

The small Asian Boy’s words struck the back of their heads.

“…That’s impossible.”

‘That kid who looks about 10 years old created that composition just now?’

It’s a lie.

But looking at the reactions of Giselle and her acquaintances, it didn’t seem like a lie.

They wanted to ask. Was it really a composition he created himself?

The moment they were about to stand up.

“I’m grateful to you too.”

‘Ah.’

Eric Stoltz opened his mouth.

Beautiful communion between a genius boy and what appeared to be his father. Was there a sentence that could express that beautiful sight?

If there was, the closest expression would probably be the word touching. A beautiful scene that naturally brought smiles just by watching, while also reddening the eyes.

‘That’s it.’

The other important character who would span this episode.

It would stand out even more because of the role they just fought about over the phone, but it was a young role without any particular background.

Inspiration began exploding in Eric Stoltz’s mind.

“That’s it.”

That child. That’s what it looked like.

“Ada has some too.”

Flinch!

Eric Stoltz presses his buttocks back down, having been about to get up.

And soon two songs shook his head and heart.

 

* * *

 

As soon as the two songs ended, Eric Stoltz, who had stood up, clicks his tongue and gestures as if telling him to go first.

The black man, Brian McKnight, nods gratefully and looks at Johann.

‘All three songs were composed by one person.’

And that composer was this child.

What kind of talent is this? What avatar has the god of music sent down this time?

“Ahem. Hello there, kid? I’m…”

“Hello. I’m Johann Jefferson, Mr. McKnight.”

“Oh-.”

Surprised, he soon smiles warmly.

“Did you happen to hear what I just said?”

“That you’d like to write lyrics for my songs?”

“You heard.”

His relieved eyes begin to burn with passion.

“That’s right. I’m dying to tell you the stories that are coming to mind right now.”

He wants to give flesh in the form of lyrics to these souls that shine brilliantly in different colors. He wants to beautifully cut and polish three large diamonds that exist only as raw stones.

After all, a song only becomes a song, becomes music, when lyrics accompany it.

That’s what he wanted to create.

Johann narrows his eyes at his words.

“…For free?”

He asks with a hopeful heart.

“Oh, my goodness. Kid, a young child shouldn’t be saying such things.”

This is still the age to run around innocently, seeing only the bright side of the world.

“Even if I’m a professional singer?”

Flinch!

“…Of, of course!”

Before knowing his identity, he thought these were songs created through deep contemplation by someone with tremendous talent.

After learning his identity, the thought that came to mind was of a genius whose talent size couldn’t be fathomed. A child with such talent couldn’t possibly have never released a single track, and he had already spoken.

Brian McKnight immediately steadied his wavering heart.

“If you listen and don’t like it, you can discard it anytime.”

But he’s confident. The young genius before him will clothe those souls with the flesh that Brian himself creates.

“…Larry, may I ask this person?”

“It’s a bit disappointing, but…”

Brian McKnight is already famous as a lyricist too. It’s disappointing that Johann won’t create everything from start to finish, but it’s an incredible honor.

“Are you okay with it?”

“He said I can discard it if I want.”

“…Nice to meet you. I’m Larry Jefferson, this child’s guardian and representative of Rocky Management.”

“Oh. Nice to meet you. I’m Brian McKnight.”

“Thank you for looking favorably upon my child. So I’d like to ask one thing – are you planning to stay in LA for a while?”

“…No, it’s fine.”

“Please let me teach this child that when you receive kindness, you should repay it with kindness. I’m asking you.”

“Hmm.”

Words that make it impossible to refuse.

“…I’m planning to stay for about ten days.”

Considering writing lyrics for the three songs just now and meeting Joe Walsh, that’s about how long it would take.

‘Maybe it might take even longer.’

“Ada, look into the best hotel suite room in LA. Request pickup service too.”

“Got it.”

As everything progressed in an instant, Johann looks at Brian McKnight with sparkling eyes.

“So what kind of lyrics came to mind?”

How different would the words and sentences that a black R&B singer thinks of be from rappers whose lyrics are 30% profanity, 30% complaints about society and surroundings, and the rest bragging about money?

He was extremely curious about that.

“Ah!”

His lips twitch involuntarily at the innocent gaze looking up at him, and he sits down on the narrow chair next to Johann and Larry.

“May I ask what situations you imagined while creating those songs? That would be a great help in writing lyrics…”

“Ahem!”

Johann, Brian McKnight, and everyone else realize their mistake.

“I’m sorry. Hello. I’m Johann Jefferson.”

“Yes, hello? You’re quite smart. I’m Eric Stoltz, a drama director.”

‘So?’

“I heard you’re a singer just now – aren’t you scared of people or cameras looking at you?”

“Not particularly?”

In fact, he likes it.

“Excellent.”

That was really fortunate.

“Um. So what you wanted to say was…”

“I want to cast you in a project I’m working on.”

“…Oh.”

‘Acting?’

An uncharted territory he’s never experienced.

He’s drawn to it. Insanely drawn to it.

‘But… do I have time?’

March, which is approaching soon, is packed with schedules.

From modeling work to baseball games.

On weekends, he has to do busking and visit the flea market too.

At that moment of silence, Eric Stoltz hurriedly opens his mouth.

“Ah, I haven’t introduced my project. The drama I’m currently filming is a medical drama called Grey’s Anatomy.”

And the role he wants to ask Johann to play is a young patient waiting for a liver transplant from a death row inmate.

“…Wow.”

Not just Johann, but everyone is shocked.

Grey’s Anatomy.

It was one of the dramas Americans love, currently airing season 5.

Eric Stoltz feels relieved at their reaction and smiles inwardly.

Grey’s Anatomy is a project that no one walking down the street could refuse, a project that even extras would want to appear in. Even though his directing contract is limited to season 5, this remains an unchanging fact.

“Larry.”

“You can do it.”

“Thank you! I want to do it.”

‘As expected!’

He knew he would naturally give permission.

“However…”

“Yes?”

What could this young genius be trying to demand?

Eric Stoltz and the Music Director smile with anticipation.

“You can lower my appearance fee, so please use the actors I recommend for my parents’ roles!”

“…Oh.”

Words he never expected to hear.

Johann avoided Larry’s surprised gaze.

 

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“Then I’ll see you then. Sorry for interrupting your meal again.”

“Wait! I still have business…!”

“Let’s go.”

Eric Stoltz decided to grant Johann’s bold request. Whether it was one person or two confronting the casting director, it made no difference anyway.

As the two left, Brian McKnight also prepared to get up.

“Mr. McKnight.”

“Yeah?”

Why had this young genius called him?

Like Eric Stoltz just before, he too showed anticipation.

“What are lyrics?”

“Hooo….”

Quite a profound question.

“Lyrics are a medium.”

“A medium?”

“Haven’t you learned science yet?”

“I’ll learn it from 5th grade. Kids should run around and play first.”

“…Think of it this way and it’ll be easy to understand. Lyrics are like magic that can convey the emotions and situations you want to express more intuitively.”

“Magic…?”

‘Are we talking about ancient devil worshippers? Or someone like Paracelsus?’

The alchemist and doctor once called a magician, ‘the father of modern pharmacy, Paracelsus’.

His real name ‘Theophrastus von Hohenheim’ was a German-Swiss doctor who discovered that specific chemical substances could become either medicine that cures diseases or poison, and wrote various research papers under the pen name ‘Paracelsus’.

Everything is poison, and nothing exists without poison. Only the dose determines what is not poison.

This famous quote he left behind continues to have great influence to this day, earning him the title ‘father of modern pharmacy’.

“Ah, I understand what you mean.”

A medium is something that transmits an effect from one place to another.

In other words, lyrics could be described as a kind of sculpture that condenses and expresses what I want to say through music into sentences and words, creating a single song.

“Exactly. You have talent, don’t you? Then I’ll see you tomorrow evening, young friend.”

As Brian McKnight patted Johann’s chest and left, Johann turned his head again.

“I’m a Rockies fan too.”

“…No! You did well!”

Ada shouted loudly.

This is what a true American citizen with free spirit should be like.

An American citizen who can confidently demand anything they want, whenever it’s reasonable.

“Ada.”

“Are you going to scold him for doing what you couldn’t?”

“…Sigh. Right. I think I was wrong about what just happened. Sorry, Johann.”

“It’s okay. Just do better from now on.”

“Ugh.”

As the two returned to normal, Ada stood up.

“Then I’ll be going now.”

She had to go to the FBI LA Branch because of unfinished business from yesterday.

“Huh? Then when will you come back? Will you be late?”

“Why?”

“I was planning to draw this afternoon.”

The promise he made with Larry earlier this week, a family painting.

For a family painting, Ada naturally had to be there too.

“Larry…?”

“You, you didn’t know that would happen either!”

Giselle clicked her tongue watching the two argue again and Johann shaking his head.

‘No! I’m getting married in a few days too!’

The wedding would be held in Santa Monica near LA. The news would be reported extensively soon.

She had come for a site visit and ended up meeting Johann.

‘Does he know that I slightly postponed the scheduled date because of him?’

The lectures she wouldn’t be able to give for a while once she got married.

She wanted to share the wedding news as soon as possible, but couldn’t bring it up for fear of burdening him.

“Is Giselle free today too?”

“…Me too?!”

Her earlier disappointment completely disappeared.

“Hmm. Sorry!”

She had plans with her boyfriend this afternoon.

“Ah, then tell your boyfriend to come too.”

“No. That’s too much….”

Giselle closed her mouth. It was because of Johann’s face that had suddenly come closer.

“It’s a wedding gift.”

“…You?”

The wedding news that only family and a very few acquaintances knew about. How on earth did this child know about it? A strong question arose and quickly disappeared.

“…Was it obvious?”

“Yes. Very much so.”

No. After hearing she had a boyfriend, he had accessed that boyfriend to check if he was a decent person, and learned about it that way.

He didn’t know if their love would last forever, but it was certain that the man truly loved Giselle right now.

“That eye for detail is really….”

Even CIA agents in movies would step aside.

“I’ll send you photos by today. Along with the wedding invitation. But… you know?”

“Shh?”

She winked with a smile and got up.

“Then I have plans with my boyfriend, so I’ll be going now. See you again soon.”

Next time would be an occasion for giving and receiving blessings.

As she left with an excited smile, Larry, whose eyes had been wavering, avoided Ada’s gaze and looked at Johann.

“Then shall we go too?!”

“Ada, bring back a lot.”

“…Leave it to me.”

She would demonstrate the full skills of senior lawyer Lewis & Boris.

“But how many hours do I have to sit there?”

“Six hours?”

“Good Lord.”

“I’ll give you break time.”

It was punishment he hadn’t told Ada about.

 

* * *

 

“I hope you have a good time.”

As the bellboy left, Brian McKnight walked to the window.

A beautiful view befitting the suite room of LA’s best hotel.

He picked up his mobile phone.

“Joe, I’m sorry but something urgent came up and I’ll have to postpone our appointment. I apologize even though you invited me.”

He needed to organize the inspiration that came to him today before meeting the young genius he encountered by fate tomorrow.

“At the earliest a week, if it takes longer….”

-Young genius? Is his name by any chance Johann Jefferson?

“…Where are you?”

How did Joe Walsh know Johann?

He had to meet him first.

 

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