Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 62

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 62

 

 

”Hurry! Quickly!”

Emily grabs Johann’s hand and pulls him along.

“It’s okay. The studio isn’t going anywhere.”

And he needed to give Bruno Mars some time too.

They were really good people, but as adults, they were hopeless.

Though he had mentioned using the studio a few days ago, they were probably scrambling to clean it up just today.

“No way. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for today?”

Passing the California West Roster as number 1 was enough to turn Fairmont School upside down.

The first Major League recruitment in Fairmont School history.

And two people had made it at that.

So Johann and Flash had to be called here and there for principal meetings, certificate presentations, and such, and they had to play friendly matches on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday too.

When Johann and Flash passed the California West tryouts, friendly match proposals poured in from everywhere.

As a result, a whole week had somehow slipped by.

She couldn’t stand it anymore.

Her patience had reached its limit.

“I wonder who she takes after.”

“What?”

“Nothing. We’re here.”

Johann knocks on the studio door.

Crash!

For some reason, the studio suddenly becomes noisy.

‘Don’t tell me these guys are still cleaning?’

The door swings open and Bruno Mars appears with sweat dripping from his face.

“Oh! You’re here? Your girlfriend…”

Bruno Mars discovers Emily, whose expression has stiffened at the appearance of an unfamiliar adult, and his eyes widen.

“Ohhh! Everyone come out! Little Jefferson really brought his girlfriend!”

“Really?! Wow! She’s beautiful! Haha, hello? I’m…”

“Little Jefferson, you little…”

‘Sigh.’

He knew this would happen.

They really were hopeless adults.

“Don’t mind what these people say, Emily.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Move aside. You’re scaring her.”

“Oh, that won’t do! Sorry, sorry!”

They apologize and step back, but their faces are full of mischief.

Johann sighs once more and guides Emily into the studio.

Emily looks around here and there, forgetting her recent surprise at her first time in a studio.

‘The journey on the dream ship departing from here…’

Thinking about it that way, it suddenly seems incredibly amazing.

Her eyes begin to sparkle.

“But what’s this all about suddenly?”

Though Johann had occasionally come to hang out since getting the home recording equipment, he no longer recorded at the studio, yet he said he wanted to record.

“I’ve got a song that turned out well and want to record it properly, but there are also parts where I’d like Gene’s advice. Want to listen first?”

Johann glances at the Black People bringing snacks and beverages to help Emily relax, then holds out a USB.

“My advice?”

Johann was now at a level where most composers couldn’t casually hand him their business cards.

Bruno Mars looks puzzled but connects the USB, curious about what song he’s made this time.

Thump! Thump thump thump!

Drum sounds that strike the heart intensely.

As the drums gradually pick up speed, the other people who were taking care of Emily also nod their heads and move to the rhythm.

And then…

Screeeeech!

At the fierce guitar riff that pierces through the torn flesh of their hearts, they finally couldn’t contain their surging instincts.

“Yeahhhhh!”

Rock & Roll.

Emily’s eyes widened as she looked at Johann, and Rick Bottom filmed that moment.

 

“My God. What kind of song did you make this time, Little Jefferson!”

Rock and roll that heats up the entire body, even the hair on their scalps stands on end.

Once again, that young genius had cast his magic.

Bruno Mars’s gaze grows serious.

“The title?”

“For Victory. It’s a song I made at Spring Camp.”

“Ah, so that’s why this kind of song…”

Everything is understood just from the title.

The burning passion of players yearning for victory.

‘Then this intensity makes sense too!’

“You want to… add lyrics to this?”

“Oh, that’s not it.”

Johann takes out a notebook with lyrics written in it.

Lyrics that came naturally because there was a story.

There were many parts to refine, but the framework was already there.

“Rather, I want to add a violin riff to the beginning.”

“A violin?”

“Just a moment.”

Johann takes violin Maria out of the case he brought and places it under his chin.

Screeeeech!

A melody that fills the studio, both sorrowful and sharp.

It was the scream, the cry, the desperate plea of something.

‘Cra-crazy!’

When the short riff ends, Bruno Mars and the others scratch at the goosebumps on their arms.

Though it was only about 10 seconds, their noses tingled and their eyes grew hot.

It felt like tears would flow.

“…It’s the heart of those who were eliminated.”

“Exactly that.”

For Johann, a song was both a moment and a story.

He wanted it to capture not only the image of victors moving forward, but also those who had fallen.

“But…”

“It doesn’t fit.”

“Right.”

The end of the violin riff and the beginning of the drum riff don’t mesh with each other. Each assertion is too strong.

“If it doesn’t work, I was going to do it without the violin.”

“It’s definitely worth pondering. Hmm…”

‘Should I try connecting it with bass? Or cello? No.’

It doesn’t connect easily.

Bruno Mars furrows his brow and looks at the lyrics.

 

Hello? Hello? Have you been waiting for us?

 

“…Ah! Oh!”

Something sparks and comes to mind in his head.

“You can’t give up either one, right?”

“…Lowering the tone is fine.”

“Good.”

He snaps his fingers and points to the recording booth.

Understanding what he means, Johann picks up Violin Maria and enters the recording booth, waiting for the signal.

And following Bruno Mars’ signal, the melody from just before is performed.

Okay with just one take.

When he exits the recording booth, Bruno Mars is laying down beats on his laptop.

Everyone holds their breath and watches him.

“…Got it! I just recorded the first 10 seconds for now. Listen to this.”

Johann nods and opens his ears wide.

Soon the violin melody flows out.

And….

‘What is this?’

Suddenly he can’t hear the sound.

No, it’s not that he can’t hear it.

The sound that was too quiet is gradually getting louder.

It approaches rapidly and begins pressing on his heart.

Boom boom boom boom!

‘EDM?’

Intense drum beats mixed heavily with electronic sounds.

It pulls out the heart that was being pressed, tears it to shreds, and seeps through the gaps.

A sound that forces the listener to just go crazy and wild.

“Electronic… pop?”

“Even teen pop. You guys are teenagers after all. Hehe. How is it?”

To be precise, it’s a crossover of electronic pop, teen pop, and rock.

Something bursts in his head with a pop, and something expands. The limitations of ‘Eagles, Joseph Fiddler Walsh’ who only thought about rock are broken.

“How about doing it like this?”

“Oh?”

The two instantly fell into their own world.

 

* * *

 

“Finished?”

“…Finished.”

Smack!

Johann high-fives Bruno Mars and bursts into hollow laughter.

Though much of the rock color has faded, it’s more intense.

‘As expected, this person is….’

“Oh no!”

Johann urgently looks for Emily.

She’s sitting on the sofa, staring blankly in this direction.

“Sorry! Did you wait long?”

“Mm. No.”

Watching Johann concentrate, she lost track of time.

‘Johann looks cool when he’s concentrating.’

Not just her face, but her whole body feels hot.

Emily quickly shakes her head and stretches.

“Is it all finished now?”

“Yeah! Listen to this.”

When Johann signals to Bruno Mars, he plays the completed song.

“…Gasp?!”

Emily’s eyes widen.

“How is it?”

“What, what is this?! What is this?!”

They clearly just fiddled around with the computer here and there, but a song came out. Yet it feels like she can’t breathe, like her head might explode.

If there weren’t people around, it’s such an exciting song that she would have shaken her head and jumped around.

Plus Johann’s high yet husky voice on top of it.

Her body gets hot again.

“Are you okay?”

“You call that okay?! What kind of magic did you cast, Johann!”

“So you’re saying it’s good.”

That’s a relief.

“The parts where you’ll be featuring are these sections.”

“Ah, okay.”

“I’ll record first, so Emily, you….”

“Listen to your song and memorize how to sing it, right? Got it!”

Johann nods and enters the recording booth again, and soon Johann’s song begins echoing in the studio.

 

“Woohoo!”

“Yeah!”

Emily’s eyes widen as she watches the grown adults shoulder-bumping each other, pointing at each other, jumping and dancing to Johann’s song that fills the studio.

A scene she’d only seen in concert videos.

‘Is, is this what recording is like?’

It’s bewildering. But it looks fun. She wants to play along.

Bruno Mars extends his hand to her. His eyes speak.

Let’s play together. Don’t be scared. Let’s enjoy this moment together.

‘…Screw it!’

Emily stands up, and Bruno Mars and his team members shout even louder, singing along to Johann’s song.

How many times did the song repeat like that?

“Now it’s your turn.”

“Yeah!”

When Johann comes out after finishing his song, Emily, whose whole body is drenched in sweat, nods vigorously.

Click!

With the door closed behind her, Emily’s eyes sparkle.

Inside the recording booth, which is smaller than expected with dim lighting.

A strange smell gets sucked into her nostrils.

‘…It’s Johann’s scent!’

A scent like wind blowing from a wet forest, yet also like sweet orange fragrance.

She smiles and stands where Johann had stood, looking outside the booth.

Johann points to something in front of her.

“Headset?”

At Johann’s nodding gesture, Emily puts on the headset hanging on the microphone.

Then she hears Johann’s voice.

-Don’t be nervous, just think of it as playing like we just did.

“Yeah!”

There are many people she’s seeing for the first time today, but it doesn’t matter.

Every morning when it’s time for students to arrive in earnest, greeting students with pom-poms in front of the School Gate is the cheerleader club’s morning routine.

-You don’t have to skip just the parts where you’re Featuring, so sing energetically from start to finish. Like when you’re playing with Joy and Lucy.

“Is that okay? Got it! Mu, music cue?”

-Haha!

Following Johann’s laughter, a sorrowful Violin melody penetrates her body.

A song she’s already heard several times.

‘One, two!’

Emily opened her mouth to the beat.

“Hello?”

The eyes of Johann and Bruno Mars changed.

 

* * *

 

“Phew.”

Esa-Pekka Salonen sighs as he looks at the calendar.

“Still two more days left.”

The genius of a different caliber discovered at Donati & Michelle Music Store, Johann.

He impulsively suggested becoming his teacher, but he has no regrets.

He recalls that shock from back then.

The waltz and dance piece that sent shivers down his spine.

“It seemed already complete, but…”

That can’t be right.

He’s too young for that, and Donati, the music store owner, said Johann initially tried to choose a beginner’s Violin.

In other words, he’s a beginner who hasn’t been holding a Violin, or rather learning classical music, for very long.

A raw gem showing such potential despite being unrefined.

Chills!

“Sometimes there are such beings.”

Monsters who defy providence.

Johann was such a monster.

“I wish time would pass quickly.”

His lips twitching, he barely calms his heart and gulps down Coffee.

Ding dong!

“Hmm?”

A messenger suddenly lights up.

It’s a group messenger created by the International Conductors Association.

“Someone must have registered as a new member.”

This messenger rarely has posts except when new members give registration greeting messages.

Most conductors are busy, so they don’t have time to check such messengers.

‘Their single-minded personalities also play a part.’

Conductors are beings who think it’s better to listen to a classical piece than waste time chatting with unfamiliar others.

“I wonder who registered as a new member.”

Opening the messenger, he looks puzzled.

 

Gergiev(London): Does anyone know the source of this piece?

 

“Mr. Valery?”

Valery Gergiev, one of Britain’s prides and principal conductor of the world-renowned London Symphony Orchestra.

‘This person is also new generation.’

Despite being over 50, he knows how to use links.

He could be called new generation like himself.

“But there are pieces even this person doesn’t know.”

Valery Gergiev, who absorbs countless classical pieces from the moment he wakes up until he falls asleep, and even dreams of classical music.

Chuckling, he clicks the link and marvels at the unfamiliar site called SoundCloud, playing one of the two songs.

And then…

“This is?”

‘Isn’t this the piece Johann Jefferson performed?’

He thought he’d heard it somewhere, and it seems he heard it here.

“But… it’s identical.”

Though some parts are different, the progression, emotion, even every rest is identical to what Johann performed.

“Did he perform this after casually listening to it? This… complex piece?”

Something he carelessly overlooked back then, being shocked by Johann’s Talent.

What kind of absurd Talent is this.

It seems his first student will be a monster among monsters.

Breathing heavily, he stares intently at the piece.

“Hmm… the dates don’t match…”

‘He must have re-recorded an already released piece and uploaded it online.’

The sound quality is terrible and full of noise, as if using cheap equipment.

Esa-Pekka Salonen felt sorry but just overlooked this part.

“Huh?”

 

Let Me Weep (Violin Version) – Strauss

 

“…Strauss? Su, surely not?”

As a thought crosses his mind, he jumps up.

“Ha, has it been revived!”

The Strauss family, whose lineage as composers could be said to have ended with ‘the last composer of the Strauss family, Johann Strauss III’.

Musicians couldn’t help but feel regret that the lineage of the Strauss family, which had moved people’s hearts worldwide with countless masterpieces, had been severed.

The revival of such Strauss.

“No, it can’t be…”

Esa-Pekka Salonen clicked the orchestral version with trembling hands and retracted his previous thought.

“Ah…”

Shivers penetrate from the crown of his head to his toes.

He was right. It was a revival.

His whole body heating up, he urgently checks the messenger.

 

Welser-Möst(Vienna): Bow down! Strauss has been revived!

Boulez(Baden-Baden): Hello. This is the representative. Mr. Boulez says this definitely sounds like a piece by Johann Strauss II.

Fedoseyev(Vienna): It sounds like a piece composed by someone at least 50 years old… I wonder who it is?

Gergiev(London): I’ve claimed this. Don’t covet it.

Jung(Seoul): Can I send a message to the composer?

Gergiev(London): I said I claimed it!

 

World-renowned conductors began getting excited.

 

* * *

 

‘Am, am I Singing well?’

Emily, who slightly opened her eyes, bursts into laughter.

Bruno Mars and the team members jumping around excitedly just like when Johann sang.

Johann, sitting in his chair, is also swaying his shoulders and moving his body to the rhythm.

‘Jo, Johann?’

As Flash said, seeing Johann, who usually doesn’t show emotions like a robot, getting excited is fascinating, bewildering, yet adorable.

‘And it’s fun!’

Her voice began to grow louder and more lively as her body started swaying.

-It’s finished! Was it okay?

“I won’t say anything else. Good.”

-Ehehe!

“Wow! That’s crazy! Emily, right? Want to try being a singer?”

It’s not quite that level.

Everyone is deliberately overreacting to help ease her tension.

‘Still, her voice is clear.’

A clear voice that obviously shows she was raised with love.

It’s a voice that naturally lifts your spirits when you listen to it.

“That was really good just now. But it’s a bit disappointing, right? I think you could sing it even better if you tried again?”

-…Yes!

“Let’s do that then. Try singing it again.”

-Is that okay? Alright!

Emily’s song echoed through the studio once more.

 

“…”

In front of the studio building, Emily stands dazed.

“Wo, does recording usually end this quickly?”

On TV, she sees singers struggling for two or three days.

But she finished after singing only 6 times.

“When the singer does well, it ends quickly.”

‘I could see her concentration dropping.’

It was better to finish before her feelings got hurt.

“Re, really?”

Johann, who gave her lip service, smiles.

“How do you feel?”

“…Bewildered.”

The song she sang has been uploaded to SoundCloud.

 

For Victory – Bruno Mars & Johann Jefferson (feat. Emily)

 

Johann and Bruno Mars worked quickly and even uploaded it to SoundCloud.

“Is, is this okay?”

Johann composed it, but she ended up singing most of the song.

It was decided so suddenly.

Can this even be called featuring?

It’s fascinating and bewildering, but she’s equally worried.

“What wouldn’t be okay about it?”

“Bu, but…!”

Johann is a Billboard singer.

Even though it’s the non-mainstream rock chart, Billboard is still Billboard.

Fans must have high expectations.

“The media outlets are probably still paying attention to you too…”

“Not particularly?”

Luckily, a fatal scandal involving some actor broke out, and all attention shifted away from him.

“It’s not like I declared myself a singer.”

“Th, that’s true, but!”

“And I have no intention of releasing it as a music source.”

“Why?!”

“Because it’ll become troublesome.”

Even though attention has shifted away, the sales of ‘Dream – Journey on a Ship’ and ‘Earth as Seen by the Moon Rabbit’ are still increasing.

If he released ‘For Victory’ as a music source now, it would draw back the attention that had shifted away.

“Even if I do release it, it’ll be quite a while later.”

‘The voice is young.’

Emily’s voice was much better, so he removed almost all of his parts, but it’s still not perfectly satisfying.

“I’ll release it when your voice matures.”

“…What?!”

“Emily, this is your first song.”

The first song she recorded. For Emily, it’s a meaningful song.

“This is yours now. Don’t you think so?”

“Jo, Johann.”

Tears well up in her eyes.

Her whole body grows hot.

“You, you’re…”

Beep!

“Emily!”

It’s Mother.

Emily’s mind cools down as she recalls what she was about to say and turns pale.

“…Can I post this on Fatalbook?”

“As much as you want.”

If she needs a video, she can ask Rick Bottom.

Rick Bottom, who filmed the entire recording session today under Andrew Pearson’s instructions, is even filming them right now.

“Take care. See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah! See you tomorrow!”

Emily hurriedly got in the car and left, urging her mother Sandra Sherman who was about to get out.

‘Hmm. Do Joy, Lucy, and other friends also have unexpected sides like this?’

Finding that out would be interesting too.

“It would be fun if Emily, Joy, and Lucy formed a group together.”

Like Pussycat Dolls or Destiny’s Child.

Startled!

“I don’t mean I’ll create one right away.”

“…Yes.”

‘Probably.’

No one knows what the future holds.

Johann gets in the car – Rick Bottom’s car since it’s late and he needs to go home – and closes his eyes.

‘Entry.’

The vast universe unfolds before his eyes, the library.

“…Huh?”

His capacity limit has increased.

Suddenly, and more than he could have imagined.

‘Why?’

Johann stared blankly at his capacity limit.

 

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