Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 52

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 52

 

 

The news of the California West Call-up excited Larry and Ada.

That evening, they threw a party with chicken and pizza.

The next day, when morning came, Larry grabs the steering wheel with a puffy face.

“If you’re sleepy, sleep, Larry. You drank a lot yesterday.”

“No. I can’t do that.”

Johann’s manager Rick Bottom should also rest.

“I’m your guardian.”

He couldn’t abandon his guardian duties even on his day off.

“Ada couldn’t get up?”

“…You saw Ada’s house, right? Don’t worry about beings that aren’t human.”

“Yeah.”

Ada’s house was dirtier than Mother and the Wolf Brothers, no, dirtier than Bear’s Cave. Ada was something less than a beast.

When they arrived at Emily’s House like that, Edward with a sullen face, Sandra grinning mischievously as always, and Emily wearing a sky-blue dress greeted them.

“How, how is it? Do I look okay?”

“Yeah.”

The blue color resembling the sky suits her well.

“Really?”

Emily’s smile blooms fully at the corners of her mouth.

Edward’s expression becomes more sullen, and Sandra Sherman, who has been dealing with this since dawn, bursts into laughter.

“Then I’ll leave them in your care, Mr. Jefferson.”

“Don’t worry.”

The three get in the car and head to Long Beach.

“When does the event start?”

“3 o’clock?”

The scheduled time is 3 o’clock, but I’m not sure how it will go.

“Huh? Then why are we moving so early?”

“To look around before watching the event.”

Long Beach, one of LA’s representative attractions.

I’m curious about how different it will be from Venice Beach.

We can look around like that, have an early lunch, and then head to the venue where the event is being held.

“Ah, you’ve never been there before.”

“Yeah. Have you been there, Emily?”

“Yeah! I’ve been there three times!”

She had been there holding hands with Mom and Dad.

“But there’s so much to see that we won’t be able to look around everything today…”

The Aquarium, Queen Mary Museum, Naples Island where you can ride gondolas, Pike at Rainbow Harbor with its ferris wheel, etc.

Long Beach was overflowing with things to do, so much that Emily could only see everything after going three times.

“Gondola?”

“…Don’t you like the Aquarium?”

“Looking at food is a bit…”

“Aha. That’s what you mean…”

Thanks to this comment, I’m newly reminded that Johann has been down in the city for less than three months now.

“Good! Then let’s ride the gondola!”

“Larry, is that okay?”

“Hahahaha!”

What wouldn’t be okay.

“And how about having Italian pizza and pasta for lunch?”

“I’d like that!”

“Italian pizza?”

Italy, the country of pizza and pasta.

Even the place where you can ride gondolas is called Naples Island, named after Naples, known as the birthplace of pizza.

Johann had no choice but to shout yes.

 

Under the blue sky like Emily’s dress color and the scent of the blue sea being drawn into his nostrils, a small, long boat rocks and moves forward.

“Stars shining in the sky. Reflected on the water.”

When the Gondolier rowing sings Santa Lucia, Emily, who had been tightly holding Johann’s hand as if anxious about the rocking boat, opens her small lips and sings along.

‘…She’s pretty.’

She was pretty before, but now she feels even prettier.

Johann, who closed and opened his eyes, taps the boat with his feet and hands to keep the beat, and the Gondolier lowers his voice at the beautiful sight of the boy and girl.

So that only the two of them could exist in the world.

So that this moment could remain as a beautiful memory.

A small humming spreads their song around like mist.

“Santa Lucia… Hehe!”

“…Bravo! Encore! Encore!”

At the Gondolier’s exaggerated reaction, Johann and Emily looked at each other and smiled, while Larry captured that scene with his camera with a sly expression.

 

* * *

 

“…Larry.”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t pizza.”

“Puhahahaha!”

“Don’t laugh. I’m serious.”

“Prahahahak!”

I’ve never eaten it directly, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what Italian pizza is. Through absorption and reading, I knew enough as knowledge.

‘But this…’

It’s garbage. Soggy tomato sauce clumsily arranged American-style and cheese that’s only salty. Eating this crap for 12 dollars was sinful.

“Pizza should have sweet and sour tomato sauce, thick salty cheese that flows down abundantly, and chewy, savory dough – all three elements must match… Good Lord. You call this pasta too?”

The pasta is even more terrible. If this is food, then the pepperoni pizza and lasagna from yesterday’s pizzeria is a French feast.

At those words, Larry finally collapsed holding his stomach, and Emily stares at Johann blankly.

“Jo, Johann was a gourmet?”

“Not really.”

Could the palate of someone who grilled and steamed beast meat, fruits, and wild vegetables in the Rocky Mountains be sophisticated? It’s garbage compared to the food he ate after leaving the Forest.

‘Besides, I have a lot of comparison data.’

Comparison data accumulated through the Library.

“Puhuh. To, tourist spots are all like this.”

“What is the state government doing?”

This is a violation of fair trade laws.

“I, I’m really going crazy. If, if you’re done eating, let’s go.”

The Staff’s gazes are not normal.

After quickly paying and coming out, a refreshing spring breeze blows, slightly relieving the unpleasantness from before.

“What should we do since you couldn’t eat properly?”

“It’s okay.”

Has he only starved once or twice after failed Hunting? Missing one meal won’t strain his condition.

“Here, Johann. You’ll feel better if you eat this.”

Johann’s eyes widen as he puts the gelato ice cream Larry bought from nearby into his mouth.

“Right. This is food.”

The sweet taste of milk that was so rich it was almost cloying.

“Puhahahahahat!”

Emily couldn’t hold back her laughter this time either, and Johann looked at them with sullen eyes.

That was the moment.

“Hotel California-!”

‘Huh?’

The first thing that caught his eye was a middle-aged man in his 50s with an old guitar and dreadlocks about to come undone, dressed like a homeless person.

Ignoring rhythm, ignoring pitch.

Yet that deep metallic sound like banging on a rusty pot was drawing people in.

“Want to listen?”

“…Yeah.”

The three of them pushed through the crowd and stood in front of the man.

The man was so absorbed in his song he didn’t even notice they had come.

‘What kind of story does this person have?’

What kind of story makes his voice sound so sad and painful?

“Jo, Johann.”

“Shh.”

At some point, Hotel California began flowing from Johann’s open mouth. Larry made Emily close her mouth, and the audience held their breath at the intense harmony between the young and old.

Ding-a-ling!

“Haha! Thank you! Thank you! Oh, California boy! That was cool just now! You’re not as good as me, but you sing pretty well!”

“Huh? Do you know me?”

“I’m not old enough to be called an old man yet.”

A few people in the audience who had been puzzled by their conversation recognized Johann and were surprised.

“Huh? That kid is?”

“Wow! I never thought I’d meet him here!”

When Larry was about to step forward looking troubled, the middle-aged man grinned mischievously.

“How about it? Want to try harmonizing once more?”

His eyes seemed to ask if it wouldn’t be a shame to end it here.

Johann looked at Emily and nodded at her expectant expression.

‘Come to think of it, this is the first time I’m busking in front of Emily.’

His busking that she had wanted to see so much.

“Do you know Alicia Keys’ No One?”

“…Oh. I’m an old man, young friend.”

“Then Radiohead’s Creep.”

He didn’t know why. This song just came to mind.

“Good choice.”

Ding, di-ding!

“When you were here…”

Johann looked at Emily as he performed the song.

 

“But I’m a coward. I’m a weirdo.”

“Damn. What the hell am I doing here?”

Johann’s temple twitched as he searched for the owners of those voices.

People who had somehow pushed through the audience and were singing along.

When Johann saw them and gestured to the middle-aged man to stop, the performance ceased.

“…?”

The uninvited guests were as confused as the puzzled audience.

Their eyes asked why he suddenly stopped playing.

‘They’re pretending not to know?’

They act pretty well.

“I don’t want to sing with people who are trying to use me.”

Johann looked with sullen eyes at the uninvited guests who had suddenly appeared, five Asian women being filmed by digital cameras and mobile phones.

 

* * *

 

‘They must be Asian group singers.’

Their well-maintained skin and voices touched by professional hands.

The aura surrounding their bodies and their faces that showed care even with almost no makeup, their thoughtfully chosen outfits.

Even without the observational power of ‘The One Who Became a Star’ or ‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’, it was obvious.

They were singers.

And they knew Johann.

Otherwise, there was no reason for all five of them to add harmonies as if it were planned.

‘YouTube, probably.’

Johann’s videos currently had a total of 11 million views – 7 million and 4 million. Even among countless YouTube videos, it was an outstanding view count.

Almost at the top among this week’s trending videos. Even two of his songs were on the Billboard charts.

“Haha. Hello?”

“Get lost.”

“H-hey. Kid.”

“Can’t you hear? I said get lost.”

Johann snapped at the gorilla-like Asian person and looked at Larry. But Larry was already stepping forward.

“That’s enough. If you bother my child any more, I won’t let it slide.”

The uninvited guests were flustered by Larry clenching his fists menacingly, and the faces of the audience who grasped the situation also contorted.

“Boo! Get lost!”

“Go back to your country!”

When the audience started booing, the uninvited guests who had been hesitating retreated and disappeared as if fleeing.

‘Damn shit.’

The mood was ruined.

“…Ah, Larry.”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

“You were really cool just now. And I think I caught it from Flash.”

“…Huh?”

“I just cursed in my head.”

Come to think of it, he had cursed during yesterday’s baseball game too. His mouth, which hadn’t been rough even in the forest, was getting rougher.

“It’s all Flash’s fault.”

“…Oh, right. Flash is bad.”

“That’s right! Stupid Flash!”

“Right?”

Maybe because he had vented with curses, even if only in his head, his earlier irritation disappeared.

Johann looked at the middle-aged man who was grinning mischievously for some reason and spoke.

“Want to play some Oasis?”

“Uhaha! Good! Audience! This time it’s Oasis!”

“Ooooh!”

“Kyaaah!”

Ding, ding-ding!

Oasis’s Don’t Look Back In Anger.

‘Why does he keep making that expression?’

He was wearing the same smile as Larry.

He was a strange person.

 

* * *

 

“Next time we meet, let’s sing together again, rockstar.”

“Here?”

“Oh, no way. The wind never stays in one place!”

It was a very middle-aged man-like answer.

Johann bumped fists with him and turned around with a smile, while Emily, her face red from the sunlight, stuck close to his side.

Larry was busy taking pictures of the scene.

‘Music is truly amazing.’

Just like before, it connects strangers to each other.

As audience. As singers.

Though the middle-aged man and he had sung, sometimes the audience became singers too. That joy and happiness was exchanged between them.

“Johann, why were you like that earlier?”

Johann had been quite different from usual just before.

“I don’t know. I was just annoyed.”

He was annoyed at having his singing interrupted.

“Hmm. Probably even if we had asked politely today, they wouldn’t have listened.”

“R-really? Why, why?”

“…Who knows?”

Earlier, that was just the feeling he had.

“Ah, it’s time. Let’s hurry.”

It was time for the event to start.

“Huh, where to?”

“To Long Beach!”

 

Meanwhile, at the spot Johann had left.

The middle-aged man stood up, packing away his guitar.

“Well, I should head back too.”

Back to reality.

“Please use this for underprivileged neighbors.”

The middle-aged man put all the money he had earned from today’s busking into a nearby donation box, smiled, and left Naples Island.

 

* * *

 

Chatter chatter!

“What, what’s this?”

Long Beach was packed with people.

Though Long Beach was originally a popular destination, it was never crowded to this level of congestion.

‘What kind of event is happening?’

If it was such a big event, there was no way Larry wouldn’t know about it, but he was bewildered since he wouldn’t have known if Johann hadn’t told him.

“Johann! Which way?!”

“Toward the beach!”

“Both of you hold my hands!”

“Yes!”

“Okay!”

Larry gripped both of them tightly and pushed through the crowd, soon finding the reason for the congestion.

Hundreds of people filling not just the beach but the beachfront road as well.

“…I should contact Johnny.”

Not knowing about an event that drew this many spectators was a dereliction of duty. Even if the company atmosphere had become disorganized with the recent establishment of the planning team, this was unacceptable.

“You don’t need to.”

“Huh?”

“It’s because of me.”

“…I don’t quite understand?”

“You’ll understand when we get to the center.”

“…Just hold my hand for now.”

To push through that crowd, he’d need to draw on the fatherly power he’d been starting to feel lately.

“Ah, seriously!”

“Damn it!”

“Sorry! We’re coming through!”

Larry gritted his teeth and pushed through the crowd, then quickly covered Emily’s eyes.

“Eek?”

“Young children shouldn’t see this.”

Larry comforted Emily and looked at Johann with eyes seeking explanation.

In the center of the crowd, a black man wearing only underwear was covering his face, while people holding various instruments like electronic pianos and castanets were positioned around him, laughing as they watched him.

Even Bruno Mars was among them, grinning while holding a djembe.

“So the person who said he’d play djembe was Gene…”

For someone who had only seen his meticulous side during work, this was an unimaginable sight.

‘Right. This person liked pranks, didn’t he?’

“Ah, on SoundCloud there was someone who said if I wasn’t an active singer, he’d dance in just underwear at Long Beach. That’s today, and I guess that person is the main character.”

But back then there was only someone who said he’d play djembe, yet all kinds of instruments had shown up. He could even see someone planning to grill meat.

“It seems like that incident spread to the community.”

That’s probably why the broadcasting station came too.

Larry spotted the LA area broadcasting station camera that Johann was pointing to and his jaw dropped.

 

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