Rockstar Again - Chapter 91



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Episode 91. Just do eat (2)

“You fucking brat.”

Kirk Schmidt, the guitarist of Metal Road, cursed and laughed.

As I was swearing, I realized that the situation was kind of funny.

Kirk Schmidt is a rock star who is easygoing and easy to talk to, but he doesn’t have any of the quirky personality traits of a star.

I was thinking that way in the back of my mind.

I thought you’d come running if I called.

I also thought that even though I couldn’t come running from a faraway country, I would be happy to see you.

Moreover, if you look at the videos uploaded to this YouTube account, it is clear that the owner of the account is a rock maniac.

If you love rock, you must know Metal Road, even if you don’t like them.

“FXXK YOU, Rani.”

I’m a rock fanatic but I hate Metal Road so much.

It’s clear that he doesn’t know that he is the real Metal Lord.

Next to him, Metal Road’s drummer and leader, Lars Römer, burst into laughter.

With the hat he always wears turned inside out.

“You act like a gentleman, but you end up swearing too.”

“The other person swore at me first.”

“That or that. Anyway, judging from the fact that the word ‘damn lover’ came out of your mouth, I think it’s because of that YouTube you mentioned back then.”

“What… … That’s right. If you hadn’t answered, I would have thought you were not good at foreign languages ​​or couldn’t read my comment. You swore at me. Even after reading it.”

“So you give up?”

Kirk Schmidt smiled at Lars Roemer’s words.

“No. I found it.”

“how?”

“It came up as a related video. There’s a guitarist who plays this song. And the vocals are amazing too.”

“See? That was band music.”

“I didn’t say no either.”

After exchanging a few words, the two men turned on YouTube on their computer monitors and easily clicked on a video.

This video was edited through the official channel.

Filmed on TV.

“… … The guitarist and vocalist are the same person?”

“Yeah. You both are done, right?”

Lars Roemer stroked the dark beard that filled his chin.

I can’t deny what Kirk Schmidt said.

I think you can find other guitars that are roughly at a similar level.

The problem is that legends come to mind all the time.

“The vocals were real… … .”

“That’s right. It’s unique. There’s nothing missing, whether it’s pronunciation or vocal range.”

It’s not just unique.

It’s so frustrating that I can’t savor the flavor of the lyrics because the language is different.

I hear a lot of murmurs in the lyrics compared to English, so I wonder what it would sound like if the song was sung in English, which is easier to pronounce.

I don’t think it can get any better than this, but maybe.

“Blue Porcelain… … . The name is quite presumptuous.”

“That makes sense. If you have the skills, you can be arrogant.”

“Why are you covering the band’s faces?”

“You said it was a concept? Oh, and the keyboardist revealed his identity. It’s an outing, though.”

Keyboardist… … .

I was curious and looked at his face, but he looked like a very ordinary Asian person.

I thought he was in his thirties, but when I heard Kirk Schmidt say he was in his fifties, I was amazed at the mystery of the East.

I burst out in admiration when I heard the words that followed.

“… … This guitarist wrote and composed this song? He did the vocals, made the song, and even played the guitar?”

“Oh. This is truly an oriental mystery. That one person has so many talents.”

It’s such an amazing talent that it makes me jealous.

God is a being who takes one when you give one.

This was the opinion of the Christian Lars Roemer.

Kirk Schmidt’s words about talent being a talent rather than a gift were something Lars Roemer would often say.

That’s why I was able to remain calm even if I lost one.

That’s what faith is.

But if you look at this guitarist who has such faith and covers his face, it seems like the heavens have given too much talent to one person.

If not that, then something else would have been taken away.

Something commensurate with the talent one possesses.

“You must be so ugly. That’s why you covered your face.”

Kirk Schmidt laughed at Lars Roemer’s jealous remark.

Lars Roemer is a Christian and a troublemaker.

At least be honest.

“I wonder?”

“That makes sense. Otherwise, it’s hard to imagine what God could have taken from this man.”

“Oh. Did you find it? Bandcamp?”

Lars Roemer laughs at Kirk Schmidt’s remark.

“I found it, me too.”

“Where?”

“Just like you.”

“korea?”

“Oh. There was a Korean named Dongha Lee.”

“I have to go.”

“Looking at those cheeky brats, the one I found or the one you found. Even if I call them, they won’t come, right?”

If it had been before.

I don’t think you’d ever think of going there yourself.

Because I’m a rock star.

But as you get older, your tolerance increases.

Strictly speaking, this is also possible because he considers himself a rock star.

Instead of thinking, “rock stars can’t do this or that,”

Just do it.

They’re just people who do what they think.

“I’ll do the ticketing.”

Lars Roemer agreed with Kirk Schmidt’s comments.

“… … That would be faster than waiting for James, who’s stuck in Colorado.”

Even as they age, they remain active.

Even if you meet them and don’t necessarily buy the song.

I think I might get some inspiration.

* * *

This was the conclusion I reached after staring at the cell phone handed to me from Nose for a long time.

“Is this a stalker?”

“Are you a stalker?”

“Huh? He’s really obsessed. But why is he asking for my contact information?”

As I said that and looked at Park Min-jae, Park Min-jae snorted as if he knew something.

“I see. I heard that there is a way to work with foreign accounts. They approach you like this and promise to help you succeed, then extort money.”

That sounds plausible.

Something’s missing a screw.

Just like Park Min-jae himself.

“What’s a foreigner doing? If you’re going to scam people, do it in Korean. Why bother with someone like you who doesn’t know English at all?”

“That way, I can be fooled more easily.”

“Even Kirk Schmidt?”

“Oh. I saw that too. That kid is a total liar and a fraud. Why does Metallord leave comments on my account? And so many times. Every day.”

This is quite logical.

Even though I don’t like Metallord, I don’t mean to diminish their achievements.

It’s a legend.

“Well, I guess Metallord would leave comments on your account and ask to meet me if he has something to eat. You’re right.”

“Hehehe. Right?”

“yes.”

The Bandcamp inbox that I had just turned on flashes.

I clicked without thinking.

“Hey… … There are a lot of scammers. This kid says he’s Lars Roemer?”

“Poo-hap! This is crazy! This is it, bro. I saw it, and if they have a format that works, they really get excited about it. When it comes to Metal Road, everyone goes “Wow” and gives money to it, doesn’t it?”

“Should I send a curse word too?”

“Would you like that? But if you curse, they’ll stick around even more?”

Park Min-jae’s eyes are already shouting, “Brother, send me a swear word too.”

Since we are similar in age, we are a good match in this regard.

If they were my older brothers, they would have said, “Ahem,” and tried to teach me about life.

I started typing, holding up both index fingers like eagle talons.

“F… … U… … C… … K… … .”

Check your typing carefully and press Enter.

“Phew. I hope all the voice phishing criminals get caught.”

“I know.”

Park Min-jae, who had been laughing for a long time, opens his mouth again as if he remembered something.

“Brother. You are truly a god to me.”

good.

Very good.

It’s so much fun being together.

He lowered his eyes and asked again, pretending not to notice.

“What is it again?”

“That’s it. There’s a video that my brother told me I could upload a while ago.”

“Stop. The order needs to be corrected. You stole it and uploaded it without permission, but I forgave you generously.”

“Khuh. Yes, that’s right. Anyway, that’s it. It’s awesome.”

The point was this.

The nostrils were raised and said, “It’s me.” People were skeptical, but it became quite popular. As time went by, it was naturally pushed back.

The fact that I performed on a previous broadcast and that video was brought to light again.

Of course, people’s reactions are still saying that it is not moving.

Is it true that the performance skills of Lee Dong-ha and Vocal A are similar enough to make the person who uploaded the video mistaken?

Since Vocal A first performed this song in an official setting, it’s confirmed that it’s Vocal A. Because they’re hunting for Heidi in the moving Alps.

I still feel lonely when I laugh, but I’m glad I have nostrils.

“Thief.”

“Yes, brother.”

“Don’t die. Let’s see each other for a long time.”

“… … Your expression of affection is quite… … unique.”

“There is something like that.”

Hmm… … I guess I should go see Nureongi for the first time in a while.

It’ll be okay if you bundle up and go out.

* * *

“Director, are you dating anyone these days?”

It’s not hard to guess who it is just by looking at their bright voices.

Lee Beom-seok stopped walking as he walked down the hallway on the first floor of the hospital.

As expected, it’s Nurse Park Si-young from the administrative office.

“What about dating? If you know someone good, please introduce me to them.”

“Oh… …! What’s wrong? You usually say you’re thoughtless?”

“I’m just saying that because I feel embarrassed. Time keeps passing by by myself, so how could I not be lonely?”

Nurse Park Si-young smiled faintly.

Center Director Lee Beom-seok has definitely become brighter.

Just a year or two ago, he was someone who was absorbed in his work as if he was carrying all the worries of the world on his shoulders.

Back then, even if we spoke to each other like we do now, it was just a formal greeting.

I knew the behind-the-scenes story very well.

Since hospitals are such closed spaces, and since the two of them have been working at the same hospital for a long time, they hear a lot of gossip about each other as they come and go.

After getting married.

My wife and son went to America.

After living the life of a goose for a long time.

Like any other goose, out of sight, out of mind, they ended up getting divorced.

According to what I heard from my senior nurse, it was like that from the beginning.

I devoted myself to saving people in the emergency room as if it were my life’s work.

However, it was after his wife and son moved to America that he became dark.

Whatever the reason, bright or dark.

It is certain that he is a true doctor.

If the reason she became brighter isn’t because she’s in love, it’s probably because of her son.

My son, Lee Dong-ha, who is very popular with young children.

“With all due respect, Director.”

Nurse Park Si-young raised her hand and struck a fighting pose.

“What about respect? Don’t worry. I know you’re just saying that because you don’t want to introduce me to a girl.”

“No, I’ll really look for the lady.”

“Okay. Don’t do that. I was joking. What kind of movies would I enjoy at my age?”

After saying that, Lee Beom-seok started walking again.

“Center Director! It’s snowing. Bring an umbrella!”

It’s snowing… …?

Lee Beom-seok shrank his neck without realizing it.

It’s inside a hospital, so there’s no way you can see the snow above.

It was a conditioned reflex behavior, like Pavlov’s dog when a trigger was input.

The thought of something falling from the sky causes Lee Beom-seok to feel uneasy.

I thought things would get better after meeting Lee Dong-ha again, but it wasn’t.

Rather, it brings about a feeling of deja vu and increases anxiety.

On a pretty nice day like today, it rained.

That day, just like today, he had a pleasant conversation with Nurse Park Si-young. He thought it was okay, but then the news about Lee Dong-ha’s developmental disability came up and tore at Lee Beom-seok’s heart.

Imprinted fear is this scary.

“It’s not rain, it’s snow. It’s okay.”

“No. These days, even your eyes are not good for your health.”

After saying goodbye to Nurse Park Si-young, who desperately offered to give him an umbrella, Beom-seok Lee left the hospital.

On days like this, I don’t drive myself unless it’s really urgent.

“… … .”

“I got the timing right. This yellow guy, he’s been slacking off a lot lately, huh?”

There is only one person who would say something about a general hospital center director who is over 50 years old.

Instead of sunglasses, he was wearing thick, unframed glasses. He had on a baseball cap pulled down low, a hooded sweatshirt pulled down deep, and a large padded jumper, and his face was wrapped tightly with a long scarf.

About 3cm of snow has fallen on the hat, just like a snowman.

Lee Beom-seok approached while looking around.

“Are you crazy? Why did you come here? You’re a kid who should be in the Alps.”

“If it snows, isn’t it the Alps?”

“Torai. You don’t even know where the Alps are?”

“I taught you step by step and made you a doctor, so what happened?”

“… … I admit that.”

“If you admit it, then go home and make some food. I came here because I wanted to eat the soybean paste stew you made for the first time in a while.”

“… … Do you always order there?”

“yes.”

“Follow me. I’ll go get the car. Now that we’re on the subject, you should tell me you’re coming. I don’t usually come out here. I’ll go straight to the parking lot. What would’ve happened if I hadn’t met you?”

Lee Dong-ha, who was walking with his eyes wide open, smiles at Lee Beom-seok’s words.

“I see. People who are meant to meet will eventually meet. That’s how it is with you and me.”

“… … Would you like some grilled beef?”

“Okay.”