Rockstar Again - Chapter 88



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Episode 88. What men live by (5)

It’s been two weeks since Youngpil’s brother’s identity was revealed.

Nothing has changed in our lives.

“I never thought I would see the Dangun myth with my own eyes in the 21st century.”

At my words, Dong-sik scratched his head with a drumstick.

It seems that he has now reached a point where he has become one with his tools.

“Are you feeling better?”

“I want to tell you not to be so proud… … . But you’re not the type of person to be proud. Well, pretty much?”

“fairly?”

“About thirty?”

“What does that mean?”

“He’s not as young as the twenty-two-year-old Kim Dong-sik I remember, but he’s about thirty. It’s not like there’s any number, it’s just the image I remember.”

“That’s fortunate.”

The feeling of drumming has definitely become heavier.

To be rhythmic, you have to hit accurately.

I don’t know about drums, but I can do drums, guitar, and vocals.

That’s what music is.

People listen to the flow, but players have to dot it.

Only when precisely drawn dots are naturally connected by lines can it become music and a song.

This is why there are sheet music scores that accurately capture the notes, rather than simply humming them orally.

When I met Dong-sik again after 30 years, his drums were shaky.

I know how to play, but I play without playing for a long time, so I just let it pass by carelessly.

It was different from Youngpil’s keyboard.

With the keyboard, if you hit a wrong note, you can recognize your mistake because the exact same note comes out, but with drums, it’s different.

I wonder if this is wrong… … or, when a professional makes a mistake, the public often passes over it without even knowing it was a mistake.

When using the word ‘honest’, the ‘honest’ is a word created by adding the Chinese character ‘u’ (愚) meaning foolish to ‘jik’ (直) meaning straight.

Even if you break it down and interpret it again, it’s just a Chinese character that has the shape of a plant…

A wise person seeks the easy way out. People like Dong-sik walk the path they believe is the most correct, even when there is no path or a wall.

‘I never imagined that 30 years of practice could be reduced to two months.’

I wanted to praise you more, but I held back.

As I said before, I’m not saying this to be arrogant. If anything, I’d rather be the opposite.

I can’t say anything because I’m worried that if I praise them, they’ll think it’s the right path and practice again while hurting themselves.

“But what are you doing?”

Dong-sik, who had finally come up to the third floor recording studio, pointed to the monitor and asked.

“This? Creative work.”

“creation?”

When Dong-sik asks that question again, ah… … I remember what kind of person this hyung was and I want to tease him again.

I’m a person who doesn’t even watch TV and wants to get away from music, but I wonder if a computer will be known.

“Do you know what this is?”

“It’s a computer.”

“Oh. Let’s eat.”

“Why is this happening? I know how to do that.”

“Then do you know how to use the Internet?”

“I know. But I have experience working at a company.”

“oh…….”

“… … .”

There are also things like that because it’s too much of a hassle to explain.

Because I don’t know much, I can’t tell where to start and where to end so that you’ll understand.

Tae-ju, who is growing old with Dong-sik, feels sorry for him for being teased like that and begins to explain to him in detail.

I spoke to Tae-ju hyung as if I was rebuking him.

“Even if I tell you, you won’t understand. You don’t have the will to learn. Even grandparents use smartphones these days. You have to be at least a little bit like our Dongsik hyung.”

Why am I teasing you?

It’s stimulating.

Now that I’m familiar with music again, I want to feel the smartness of the world and live it.

If I keep poking them like this, they’ll want to learn things like smartphones and computers.

You don’t know what happened even more than I, who skipped 30 years.

It was just like this.

Brother Dongsik is practicing.

Taeju hyung and I keep uploading practice-like stuff to Bandcamp.

The two of them tried scribbling down lyrics and matching them up.

If I had to find something that has changed, it would be Youngpil hyung.

I’ve been staying home for two weeks now.

After two weeks, public opinion had calmed down considerably, but Ahn Chi-seop, a man obsessed with viewer ratings, put our show at the forefront of the next round of the main competition.

Although he says he didn’t use tricks, it’s inevitable that he feels suspicious because it’s none other than Ahn Chi-seop.

The nostrils are like that, and so is An Chi-seop.

The best life for a person is one where he or she lives without committing sin.

I can’t believe it because he has a criminal record.

At that moment, the recording studio door opened and Suchan came in.

With my stylist sister.

“Shall we all go?”

When is the broadcast?

today.

As we hurriedly got up from our seats, the stylist handed out gray suits that suited each of our body types.

Suchan Hyung added brightly as if to cheer up the mood.

“Brother Youngpil will come to the broadcasting station right away. Dongchan went to pick him up.”

When I see Suchan wearing a gray suit instead of his usual black suit, I feel a strange sense of pity.

This guy too… … .

I’ve come to know enough to know as I’ve gone along. I heard that if you’re a seasoned singer, you’re not supposed to invite singers, but you’re supposed to direct them?

But since they are all old and old, they are extremely respectful and polite.

“Brother Schan.”

“Huh? Dong-ha, why? What do you need?”

“… … It’s not necessary. Stop asking that. Let’s go. I’ll take care of it. Everyone, you’ve all worked hard.”

* * *

We met face to face in the broadcasting station’s waiting room for the first time in two weeks and didn’t say much.

Old people are all good, but they are too calm.

We should make him shed some tears and console him for his hardships. If we do that, Youngpil hyung will burst out in sorrow. Maybe that will give him some fighting spirit.

What is this? It’s a senior center, except they don’t play baduk or janggi.

So I tried to lighten the mood by being a bit naughty.

“Where are you going to war?”

Looking at Youngpil’s face, which was so focused, I felt a little uneasy, wondering if he had this side to him too.

“… … War. Everyday life is war.”

Youngpil said that with a stern face.

“It makes me more anxious because it’s calm.”

“You can do it.”

“Really? Can you believe it? We’ve never even held hands before?”

“You can trust me.”

Even though I tripped and fell once for no reason, Youngpil hyung didn’t react at all. This kind of reaction was usually reserved for Dongsik hyung.

But Dong-sik and Young-pil are not the same people.

Taeju hyung taps my shoulder and nods to me.

Following his gaze, I saw Youngpil’s fingertips trembling slightly.

yes.

It’s Youngpil hyung who should be nervous.

Seeing that actually made me feel reassured.

is not a song sung with a determined mind.

is not a traditional rock song, but rather closer to a Korean-style rock ballad.

I don’t really like to categorize rock into genres, but that’s the mood of the song.

It follows the typical flow of popular music, starting gently and building to a peak.

Since it is a song that suits Youngpil’s vocals, I added a few devices to the song.

The highest note of is a two-octave G.

It’s not even close to the high pitch of a typical song.

In order to shake the listener’s emotions with such a song, some work is needed to shake it up beforehand.

The start is slow.

heavily.

In terms of pitch, it’s extremely low.

Since the top is set, lower it to maximize the width.

People perceive high notes in two ways.

One is the absolute high notes.

A scream that can be described as a shout, exceeding three octaves.

Another one is relative treble.

The human brain is a liar, so it judges high and low based on the range of deviation.

If the rebound is large, you mistake it for an absolute treble. This is a relative treble.

And because this song isn’t one that you have to ‘sing’, I was anxious about the calm state.

Some songs are meant to be ‘spoken’ rather than sung.

This song is like that.

A song that can be simply spoken as Hong Young-pil.

Looking at his slightly trembling fingertips, I can tell it’s Hong Young-pil.

‘I was going to nag you, but now is the perfect time.’

I forced myself to keep the corners of my mouth from going up a little.

This stage will have a different atmosphere, but I think it will be pretty good.

dripping-.

At the sound of a knock on the door, Dongchan jumps up from his seat and opens the door slightly to check.

There have been unexpected incidents that occurred due to sudden visits, so the managers are cautious.

“Ah. Come in.”

As Dongchan said that and opened the door, the staff member secretly glanced at us.

He pretends not to know, but he seems curious.

“Because it’s the first stage. I’ll move.”

We stood up from our seats at the staff’s words.

As Youngpil, who could verify that he was Hong Youngpil just by looking at his height, moved while wearing a mask and sunglasses like us, I reached out and took off the mask.

“……hey!”

“Take off your clothes. Everyone knows you anyway, so it’s weirder to write about a concept. And Lincoln said, a man over forty is responsible for his face.”

“… … .”

“My brother, I know you’ve lived responsibly for all these years without me knowing. You have a pretty face.”

Youngpil, who was walking hesitantly while looking at me, takes off his sunglasses and puts them in the breast pocket of his suit.

It’s a bit of an old production, but it seems appropriate because the person is old.

As we arrive backstage, in a dark place, the staff asks us a question.

“But are you really only doing one song? PD Ahn asked me to check it one last time.”

It means that you were originally given two songs, but why is it only one?

I pretended not to know, but I knew.

There are things like adults’ circumstances.

There must be some kind of calculation for the time allocated to the broadcast, so when two songs become one song, the production team has to fill that amount of time with something else.

It seems like they also put in PPL or mid-roll ads between songs.

It is decisively against us.

It stands to reason that more exposure would be more advantageous to viewer voting.

My brothers’ eyes turned to me, and I nodded slightly to the staff.

“yes.”

I don’t think that’s possible.

It doesn’t matter if I get eliminated from the round after today’s performance.

“Okay, you can go up.”

With that, the staff member steps back and starts talking to someone.

We strode up the stairs leading to the stage.

Check the instruments in each of their respective positions.

I stood on the left side of the stage instead of my usual center stage position.

Originally, there should be a synthesizer and Youngpil should be in that spot.

As Youngpil Hyung stands in front of the stand microphone in the center of the stage, which is my original position, the audience below the stage can be heard murmurs.

“Huh… …? What is it? Why is Hong Yeong-pil standing in front of me?”

“Oh, what is this? I was expecting a lot because they said Vocal A was awesome.”

“Isn’t that a mistake?”

“Are you apologizing to the public? Phew.”

“It doesn’t suit you.”

You probably can’t hear the people next to you chattering in the audience, but you can hear it so clearly on stage.

It’s for scientific reasons.

The sounds we make with our mouths use air as a medium.

The person next to you, the person behind you, the person in front of you. Because they are talking about this and that at the same time, their words sometimes clash.

Crucially, the heads of the people around you block the transmission of sound.

It acts as a wall.

But the above and below the stage are open to each other.

I was wondering how Youngpil was doing, and what do you know?

‘Why are you so calm?’

That’s why I said you shouldn’t be calm.

It should be a song that you hum with a trembling heart.

Then, the vocalist’s emotions will naturally heighten to match the pitch of the song.

hmm.

I put down what I was setting up on my guitar for a moment and walked over to Youngpil.

And in your ear.

“Brother. Where are your sister-in-law and child Daeyoon?”

“……what?”

I am very satisfied with the surprised face.