The Daughter of a Conglomerate Family Has Debuted - Chapter 227

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The Chaebol’s Daughter Has Debuted

Chapter 227

The inside of the Studio was filled with the smell of Tteokbokki that hadn’t even been unwrapped yet.

“Here, Unnie. Coffee.”

“Ah, thanks. I only have you guys.”

“But Ji-ye Unnie bought the Coffee?”

Song-i made an unnecessary comment and headed toward the coffee Table where the Tteokbokki was placed.

Han Da-min naturally laughed off Song-i’s words and poured the Coffee I brought into Her empty tumbler.

I watched that scene for a moment before speaking.

“How late are you planning to work today?”

“I’ll just do it moderately and then go Home. It’s not a situation where sitting here glued to my seat will give me answers.”

“When you’ve listened too much and can’t tell anymore, resting is indeed the answer.”

I unwrapped and spread out the Tteokbokki packaging.

Song-i immediately handed Chopsticks to me and Han Da-min and started eating the Tteokbokki.

I also served Tteokbokki onto a Small Plate and asked.

“What’s been going so wrong? Recently you’ve been working all day and haven’t even been answering calls.”

“It’s not that the Music Production Work isn’t going well, but rather I’m trying to fix something I already finished, so it’s a frustrating situation.”

“Huh, why are you fixing something that’s already completed?”

If Han Da-min expressed it as ‘already finished,’ it would mean it’s perfect without needing any more modifications.

At my question, Han Da-min made an ambiguous Expression.

“I like how it is now so it’s a bit of a shame… but it doesn’t seem to match the Concept at all.”

“Ah.”

It seems she thinks the Song she worked on while listening to this Album’s Concept and the fixed songs doesn’t match this Album.

Han Da-min started working around the time discussions about the Album atmosphere began.

I shook my head and said.

“The Company did wrong with this.”

“That’s what I’m saying. I can’t even go complain anywhere.”

Before the full-scale meeting, when they briefly mentioned the next Album in passing, they only said they’d make it connect with the first Album.

So naturally Han Da-min had prepared a classical-feeling Song too.

No one could have thought the title Song would turn out this trendy.

Han Da-min was truly in a situation where fire had fallen on her feet.

“Ji-ye and Song-i, listen to this once. First, the very first version with all the Arrangement I did this time completely removed.”

Han Da-min played the Song.

After playing the Song and listening to about one or two measures?

I could say immediately.

“Unnie, this is really so good?”

I’ve heard this version once before, but it’s still good when I listen to it again.

Actually, I wish she wouldn’t touch it more and just release it as is.

Han Da-min gave a bitter smile and nodded.

“Right. I actually like this version the most too. But, well.”

She made a complicated face and said while unnecessarily fiddling with the mouse.

“The atmosphere doesn’t match at all for including it as a track on this Album. If it’s squeezed between tracks, it seems like it would stick out by itself.”

“Oh well. Do you absolutely have to include it this time? If you don’t include it this time, you can include it next time.”

It’s not like we’re only releasing an Album this time.

She doesn’t seem to particularly want to modify it either.

Wouldn’t it be good to include it in the next Album? If we tell the Company in advance, they’d probably make room for it.

Then Han Da-min’s Expression became ambiguous and she shook her head while putting strength in the corners of her mouth.

“What you’re saying is right, but it’s greed.”

“Greed to definitely include it this time?”

Han Da-min nodded.

“I want to show it quickly without dragging it out longer. So I was fixing it to match this Album’s atmosphere. But I can’t find room to touch this, so it feels like I’m forcibly, forcibly changing the genre? Look.”

This time Han Da-min played the modified version of the Song.

I ate the Tteokbokki from my Small Plate and nodded with a strange face.

“Definitely. It is a bit all over the place.”

“…Even when you listen to it, it’s like that?”

“Yeah, I don’t know if it’s because I modified it too much or if I feel awkward because I liked the previous version too much.”

“What about Song-i?”

“Me?”

Song-i seemed flustered by the question that suddenly came to Her, hesitated, put down the Tteokbokki Bowl she was holding, and said.

“It seems a bit unsuitable too.”

Although it wasn’t a very confident tone, anyway all three of us had the opinion that this version was wrong.

“As expected…”

Han Da-min spoke a bit bitterly but nodded as if she knew it would be like this.

I wonder if I spoke too firmly, but for perfectionist Han Da-min, it would actually be better to tell Her like this.

Even if she spent days clinging to modifications, what’s wrong is wrong.

It seemed better to find other modification methods or postpone it for the next Album as I mentioned earlier.

“Have you tried asking the PD for advice?”

At my question, Han Da-min let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah. I called the PD but they said they’re extremely busy finishing work on our other songs.”

“Ah, that’s right. They are indeed the busiest person right now.”

I picked up Tteokbokki again.

“We’ll have to do it among ourselves. If we can’t find an answer, let’s just move on.”

“We’ll have to, I guess.”

While we were having our conversation, Song-i was concentrating on the Tteokbokki without much interest.

Probably half the conversation was hard to understand the context, so she just gave up.

“Song-i, is the Tteokbokki delicious?”

When I asked out of guilt for seemingly excluding Her, Song-i looked at me with a face annoyed at being disturbed from eating Tteokbokki and said.

“But anyway, won’t you get no answers even if you keep clinging to the work now? Then it’s better to just rest.”

“That’s right.”

Only then did Han Da-min take Her hands off the mouse and start eating Tteokbokki.

“Am I too immersed in this right now?”

“A bit?”

“Ugh, I should stop here for today. I’m suffocating to death.”

Even while saying that, seeing that she’s not turning off the computer, I guess she’s planning to do more.

“Ah, I should do some Music Production Work too.”

When I mentioned it in passing and put down my plate because I was getting full.

Song-i, who had been looking blankly at the program that was still running, said.

“I want to try too.”

“Ah, Song-i wants to try too?”

At the unexpected words, Han Da-min sat back in front of the computer in confusion.

I also widened my eyes and headed toward the two of them.

“Song-i, did you become interested in the Composition Program? You drew a line before.”

Song-i had once drawn a line saying that everyone has things they’re good at and things they’re bad at, and Song creation was definitely something she was bad at.

She also said she didn’t want to learn by wasting energy on things she wasn’t good at.

That’s what she said, so what’s this about. Maybe she was bored because our conversation was uninteresting.

Han Da-min seemed flustered and began teaching Song-i how to handle the program with a somewhat bewildered face.

Although she was only teaching the most basic of basics, it would be enough to satisfy Song-i’s curiosity.

“Right. You click in time with the metronome sound.”

“Oh.”

“You select Musical Instruments here, the ones at the top are custom and if you scroll down you’ll see familiar ones.”

Song-i followed Han Da-min’s instructions, trying out beats with various musical instruments, then raised an eyebrow.

“It’s easier than I thought?”

“Easy, right?”

“No, it’s difficult?”

“Huh?”

What am I supposed to do with that.

However, Song-i was unexpectedly quite interested and was playing around with the program.

Han Da-min’s music production work time instantly became a one-day composition classroom for Song-i.

About 30 minutes passed like that?

As quickly and simply as Song-i’s playful antics, her first work of life was completed.

To describe this masterpiece in one word…

“Wow, is it because she’s from a children’s playground? An amazing children’s song came out!”

That’s right. Song-i probably didn’t intend it, but somehow a melody and beat like a children’s song was created.

How does she manage to make a song that’s just like herself.

Da-min and I spent a long time finding Song-i adorable and teasing her.

“Song-i, want to release this as a children’s song? How about it?”

“The fans would absolutely love it. Want to write lyrics and try singing it?”

Song-i pouted and twisted her lips, unaware of what lay ahead for us.

“…Lyrics? If I write lyrics, you’ll give it to them? Show it to the fans too?”

Song-i looked at us with rebellious eyes and opened the memo app on her mobile phone.

“Ah, of course. It’s your first work! I don’t know if we can actually release it, but we should show it to the fans.”

At Han Da-min’s words, Song-i chuckled and started typing something on her mobile phone while replaying the song she made a few more times.

And in less than 5 minutes, she sent something to Da-min’s and my mobile phones.

It was lyrics.

“Amazing. This quickly?”

As Han Da-min and I were speaking in admiration, Song-i said with an expressionless face.

“Unnies sing it.”

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