Time Mansour - Chapter 102
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Episode 102 App Design
Zing. Zing.
As Sungtae, or rather, the spiderman, plucked the guitar strings, the children were captivated by the music.
Children who can’t move. Sitting on chairs, screaming.
“Wow wow wow!!”
The drums trembled as if they were anxious at the sound of the scream.
The guitar strings swing up and down precariously.
The children looked up at us with their eyes wide open.
That’s how the sentiment flows.
Guk-young holds the microphone tightly.
And then suddenly.
“We are the heroes who protect the Earth!”
Make an unexpected joke.
Well, it’s something that happens all the time.
“Super. Wow. Lower body.”
Today was a bit too much.
The ad-lib is childish, to put it another way.
“Wow. Wow!”
I didn’t even understand what he was trying to say.
Just follow the rhythm and say whatever you want.
Even in a karaoke room, you wouldn’t sing like that.
Seriously. I’m the type of person who doesn’t feel shame.
“Oh my! Oh my!”
Kook-young runs around the stage screaming incomprehensible screams.
It’s a ridiculous act, but I can’t figure out the intention at all.
Anyway, the state-run company keeps jumping during the reshuffle.
“Wow wow wow wow!”.
Again the cheers erupt.
Kids love it.
The funny sight of old men with pot bellies.
The auditorium is filled with laughter as our clumsy performance continues.
I feel encouraged by the reactions of those children.
I also struggled harder.
Every time she struck the piano, the dress billowed in the air.
Even though I couldn’t communicate with the children.
still.
I could understand the bright smile on her face.
Whatever emotion you are feeling right now is conveyed to me in its entirety.
How to have a conversation without speaking.
If only I had known this method a little earlier, I could have talked to my sister more.
like that.
Let’s pour out all the music that’s been pent up in our hearts onto the stage.
Naturally.
Sweat was pouring out.
**
“Wow!!”
He leaves the stage, leaving behind the applause.
I got so excited without realizing it. I felt the heat all over my body.
I wiped the sweat with my sleeve and went into the waiting room.
“The performance was really good.”
Seongtae’s girlfriend was waiting inside. The special education teacher greeted us with a bright smile.
Ah, not that much. Seongtae scratches his head with an embarrassed expression.
Seongtae also feels ashamed. He was a man who lived only looking up at the sky and feeling ashamed. Today, he witnessed a refreshing sight.
Well, there are people who change after falling in love like Seongtae.
On the other hand,
“Did you see my ad-lib? I was surprised too. I practically saved the show today. Don’t you all agree?”
There were always some who were consistent.
A state that feels no shame.
He points to himself with his thumb, as if it were all thanks to him.
The special education teacher is unable to say anything due to the overly confident attitude of the headmaster, and just laughs awkwardly.
so
Instead, other kids answer.
“Shit. I can’t even hear what you’re saying.”
“That’s why. He was muttering to himself. I thought Guk-yeong was sick.”
“Somehow. Earlier, Youngjun wasn’t typing on the keyboard, he was just dialing a number. He was calling an ambulance.”
“It wasn’t an ambulance. It was 112.”
I also tried to sneak in a conversation once.
No matter how well you do, you never get praised.
Accusations and belittlings habitually came out.
That’s the kind of relationship that friends have.
“Let go.”
“You let go first.”
Before I knew it, they were grabbing each other by the collars. Aren’t they tired? They were grabbing each other before the sweat had even dried after the performance.
I didn’t have the energy to stop it, so I just leaned back in my chair and watched the fight.
surprisingly.
Something completely unexpected happened.
“Hey. You guys, stop it. There are a lot of people here.”
Seongtae got stuck between the kids.
And then he pretends to stop them for no reason. Normally, Seongtae should have participated too, but today, he feels embarrassed and just laughs awkwardly.
Seongtae pretends to be polite in front of his girlfriend.
Far from being angry.
rather.
“Hey? You should hit me instead. Why are you like this, not adapting?”
“That’s why. I told you that you should have called an ambulance earlier.”
I was confused. What on earth is going on? I looked at Seongtae with a bewildered expression.
“No. When did I ever hit you? Seriously. Do you say things like that?”
Seongtae’s speech was unusually calm. It was a little disgusting. No. It was very disgusting. I was already exhausted after the performance. I felt sick to my stomach.
Looking at the other kids with that frown.
As expected.
Everyone had the same expression on their face as me.
Guk-yeong stared blankly at Seong-tae for a moment, then his lips trembled as if it was time to start swearing.
Just in time.
“Hey, stop it. Everyone did a great job. I told you the kids’ reactions were really good.”
The special education teacher smiled awkwardly and waved his hand.
He gave a thumbs up and repeated that he enjoyed the performance.
I think I praised them a bit too much in an attempt to calm them down.
‘Well. But it’s true that the response was good.’
As the special education teacher said, today’s performance was not bad. The children’s happy smiles come to mind. The cheers are still vivid in my ears.
I feel proud, too.
also.
On the one hand.
‘I really enjoyed it too.’
Performances too.
and.
“Wow. They say people change when they fall in love.”
“It didn’t just change, it really hurt.”
Watching a fight too.
Myung-gyu and Guk-yeong are still hesitating until the end.
A smile appears on my face without me realizing it.
**
like that.
After a brief incident, it was time to go home.
Everyone gathers their instruments in a hurry and organizes their belongings.
I also put my keyboard in my bag. When I stand up with it on my back, I feel a heavy weight on my shoulders.
“Are you all going to come in?”
“Oh. I have plans for the evening.”
“I have some work to do. I’m going to go in and work on it.”
Today, there is no after-party, and the atmosphere is relaxed. Everyone stands up from their seats.
It seems like they’re really busy these days. The band members are hurriedly getting their butts out.
“Oh, we’ll go first.”
“Okay. See you at the next show.”
Myung-gyu, Chang-seok, and Guk-yeong. The three smokers went out first.
So Seongtae and I were the only ones left in the waiting room. Seongtae, because he has to wait for his girlfriend. He’ll stay here until the event is over.
I guess I’ll just have to go alone today. Well, I have a place to stop by. Thinking that, I got up from my seat.
Seongtae tilted his head toward me as I straightened my back and asked me.
“Where are you going now? Home?”
“No. Since I came all the way here, I thought I’d stop by Wolgye Temple for a bit.”
I shook my head at Seongtae’s question.
I had something to ask the head monk at the temple, and this was a good opportunity.
From special school to Wolgye Temple.
Because it’s right next to each other in terms of distance.
It took a little longer than I thought because it was next to a small hill.
It wasn’t a long distance though. It would probably take about ten minutes to walk.
“Wolgyesa Temple? What’s going on?”
“I told you before that I was making an app. I have something to ask the priest about corporate matters.”
Since Seongtae didn’t ask for any more details, I said goodbye for the last time and left.
In order to run a donation app, we had a separate plan in mind.
To run a donation site, you need a non-profit corporation.
As for the organization to lend its name to, the first one that comes to mind is Wolgye Temple.
There were many places that supported us, and we even had a welfare center on site.
It is a corporation that anyone can trust.
It would be much more trustworthy from the donors’ perspective than if I, as an individual, were to run the donation app on my own.
So, I tried to run a donation app in the form of being entrusted to Wolgye Temple.
With that thought in mind, I left school and walked into the school grounds.
I gave myself over to the sound of birds and walked along the dirt road. After waiting for a while in the office, the monk opened the door and appeared.
So let’s explain the whole story to the head monk.
The monk looks at me with a worried face.
“I don’t mind lending my name, but if you eliminate the middleman commission, what are you going to do about the labor costs?”
“It’s okay. I can run it by myself. If I make a donation, and someone takes the donation as a commission, honestly… it’d be a bit of a waste.”
From the beginning, the fact that there was no middleman commission was the core of the donation platform I was trying to create, so it was an option I could not give up.
“Well… Aside from labor costs, there are probably other expenses, and if you have to pay for all of those yourself….”
“It’s okay. There won’t be much traffic anyway.”
“yes?”
“Ah… money. It doesn’t cost much to run it.”
I smiled awkwardly and corrected my words.
Traffic or money. Usually it’s the same thing. Well, more traffic means more money.
“So how much will it cost per month…? If we can even just a little bit…”
“No. No. It’s okay. Don’t worry about the real money. Even if you try, it won’t even be a hundred a month.”
Even though I said it was okay, the monk kept worrying about my situation.
Cloud costs really are high, maybe a few hundred dollars a month.
It would be a lie if I said it wasn’t a burden at all.
Still, it is a tolerable amount.
Because the money I received from this representative last time is still in my account.
If I woke them all up, how many years could I last?
A monk who keeps worrying about expenses.
If you keep frowning like that, you’ll only end up with wrinkles. I’m worried about you, monk.
so.
“More than that. Do you happen to have a list of sponsors? If you send me the form, I can upload it to the app.”
I changed the subject. Fortunately, the monk kindly answered my question.
like that.
After that, I talked to the monk a little more about sponsorship. He asked me in detail about things I had vague knowledge about.
After finishing the conversation with the monk, I finally bowed my head and put my hands together.
The conversation went better than I expected.
Although my body was tired, my steps were strangely light.
‘Because what’s good is good.’
If I work a little harder, I can make just one person smile.
That’s a life well lived.
Dang. Big eagle.
My mother’s voice rings in my ears along with the temple bell.
**
I came back home.
Sit on a chair and turn the mouse wheel.
“What should I do with app design?”
I mutter to myself as I search the freelance marketplace.
We needed a developer to design the app.
Since I had thrown away my phone book to start a new life after quitting my job, I didn’t have any developers I could personally ask for favors.
But I was a bit anxious about trying to buy it at the market.
“I don’t want to leave app design to just anyone.”
It wasn’t a money issue, nor was it a design issue.
It was a question of trust.
More than a dozen years of experience. Where are you from? What projects have you been involved in?
To be honest, I don’t really believe in fancy words. The code is honest and you have to see it to understand it.
And if you leave it to someone you know, it’s easier to ask them to do it for you later.
If you entrust your belongings to a stranger and they don’t contact you after a problem arises or they keep saying strange things, that’s a headache in its own right.
‘Should I just ask Manager Chae?’
Manager Chae doesn’t have much experience, so he probably doesn’t know anyone.
To begin with, Manager Chae himself wasn’t a developer.
I looked at the monitor with my chin resting on my hand.
I just moved the mouse wheel up for no reason.
Came down again.