Time Mansour - Chapter 90
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Episode 90: Too Much to Handle
Charity concert.
The performance venue is a square next to the subway.
There isn’t even a stage.
Because we all have to prepare for the performance.
However, it was necessary to prepare more thoroughly than for previous performances.
however.
Let alone preparation.
Without even starting to practice.
“Rather than health, real muscle contraction like mine is the best.”
Everyone is just talking nonsense.
The instrument hasn’t even been connected yet.
It’s already confusing.
In the meantime, again.
“Look, look. Can you see it? Can’t you see the king on the boat?”
Myung-gyu suddenly woke up with a stomachache.
The belly fat is jiggling.
Every time he applied force to the boat, waves rose. Crunch. Crunch. The hideous lump of flesh crashed into the air.
really.
“Ouch. That’s dirty.”
It was purely dirty.
however.
Other people’s misfortune is my happiness.
The more we frown.
The more so.
A bright smile bloomed on Myeonggyu’s face.
“That’s just a current. Muscles are like this.”
Let’s compete with each other. Let’s all pose like bodybuilders.
It just seemed like everyone was drunk. We hadn’t even been drinking, but the rehearsal room smelled strongly of alcohol.
After a while of being intoxicated by the atmosphere and acting like a clown.
Is it getting boring now?
I started to pack my instruments up belatedly.
Although they didn’t say anything to each other, it seemed like they were preparing to practice.
I carefully placed the keyboard on the stand.
So connect the wires to the speakers.
I pressed the keys to check if the connection was made properly.
Suddenly, without thinking, I turned my head and looked to the side.
“Are you really going to play like that?”
Myung-gyu was still holding the drum sticks without wearing his top.
“Please put on some clothes.
“Yeah. My eyes are going to rot.”
“Don’t move your belly fat, sir.”
Although criticism poured in from all sides.
but.
Myunggyu didn’t even bat an eyelash.
“No. It’s hot.”
He shook his head proudly.
“It’s fall now, you punk.”
“You guys are just wiggling your fingers. It’s not hot. I use my whole body.”
Then, Myeonggyu picks up a drumstick and swings it.
A playful voice that doesn’t match his large size.
A childlike smile appears above the large washbasin.
“···”
But I found that sight truly disgusting.
If you show your expression as it is.
I also think Myunggyu will be very happy.
Keeping a blank expression as much as possible.
“Let’s play quickly.”
I put my hands on the keyboard.
**
Warm.
earth.
The ensemble ended with the sound of the guitar.
After finishing practice like that.
Water overflowed from Myunggyu’s washbasin. He sat down on the floor, sweating profusely.
It wasn’t just Myeonggyu who was like that.
Except me.
Everyone was spread out on the floor, exhausted.
Looking at the children’s listless appearance.
“So, you guys, exercise a little bit on a regular basis.”
I chuckled and said something.
“Huh. Huh. That guy is exercising. Huh. Huh. So colorful···”
“Ouch. Don’t answer that. You’ll only get hurt.”
I thought you’d come back with ten words.
There was less backlash than expected.
I can’t even hear what you’re saying.
Everyone ignores me, breathing heavily.
Is it because I exercise?
or not.
Is it because I thought I was exercising?
I don’t know exactly why though.
It definitely wasn’t as physically demanding as it used to be.
Well. Anyway, everyone is tired except me.
I looked at Seongtae, who was catching his breath.
Something suddenly occurred to me, so I asked casually.
“But why an outdoor performance all of a sudden?”
“It’s fall.”
“What does that matter?”
I tilt my head at Seongtae’s words.
Because that guy wasn’t the type of person who was sensitive enough to ride the fall.
And, as expected, it was as I expected.
From Seongtae’s mouth.
“Would you perform outdoors in the winter or summer?”
A realistic answer emerged.
“So you caught it before winter came.”
“Uh. I’ll try it sometime when the weather is nice.”
“But wouldn’t it be difficult to prepare for an outdoor performance?”
As you ask questions, picture the scene in your head.
How do you get electricity?
Also, where should I install the speakers?
We’ll probably need to put down a few chairs too.
Since there was no separate organization in charge, there was a lot to do.
We had to perform by ourselves in an empty square.
Moreover, the location is one with a lot of floating population.
Shouldn’t we make a concrete plan and go?
I thought about that and asked Seongtae.
Seongtae responds with a calm expression.
“That’s it. Well. Just go ahead and install it roughly.”
“Hey. You’re being so rude… Ah. Right.”
I was about to say something to Seongtae, but I stopped myself.
I forgot.
The fact that Seongtae is a sound engineer.
The thing I do after eating is installing the stage sound equipment.
He said he would take care of everything.
He beats his chest, telling me to trust only him.
I looked around at the band members who were lying there like corpses.
If you go to a company, you will hear that they are also people who are considered experts.
however.
It’s not at all credible.
“You put on some clothes now.”
“Just wait. Cool off a bit.”
Then, Myeong-gyu fanned his armpits with his hand.
My eyebrows furrowed involuntarily.
The more I see this behavior, the less trustworthy it becomes.
I was looking at Myeonggyu with a frown like that.
suddenly.
Seongtae spoke with an expression on his face as if he had just remembered something.
“That’s right. Bring all the clothes you wore at the hospital last time.”
“Why? Are you going to put on makeup again?”
“The response was good. It would be a waste to just throw it away after using it once. Let’s just wear it and perform.”
As soon as Seongtae finished answering, everyone looked at me.
At that moment.
“Hey! That’s not it. You said it was a square.”
I stood up from my seat and screamed.
When I get angry, everyone laughs and giggles.
Everyone seems happy except me.
Suddenly, I felt annoyed without realizing it.
“If that’s the case, then go back. Throw me a punch, you bastards.”
He stood up, clenched his fist and shook it.
It’s a square near the subway station.
You can’t wear a princess dress there.
It was terrifying just to think about it.
**
From Ansan to Seoul.
It’s not that far.
still.
‘It took a lot of determination to come to Seoul.’
It took about an hour, but it always feels like a lot of work to get to Seoul.
So, like today, there were many cases where I had to make duplicate appointments.
It’s more efficient to see and do things all at once while you’re out.
After breaking up with the band members.
Right away.
I came to a nearby cafe to meet this manager.
While I was wandering around the cafe, I found the back of Director Lee’s head.
“Sorry, you’re already here.”
He bowed his head slightly.
“No, I just got here.”
Director Lee waves his hand while smiling.
I don’t think it’s polite to say you just arrived.
Putting the keyboard down on one side.
I checked the table.
Steam was rising from the director’s coffee cup.
“Where are you feeling unwell?”
“Yes. I have a bit of a cold… How did you know? Is it noticeable?”
“No. No. I was just asking because you ordered hot coffee.”
“Yes, it’s not that bad, but I feel a little chilly.”
It seemed like that.
I usually only drink cold drinks, but today I saw a mug on the table and asked about it.
“Mr. Youngjun. Where did you go today?”
“Practice. Band practice.”
He glanced at the keyboard as he answered.
“Where are you performing this time?”
“It’s Hawaii Station Square. It’s nothing special, it’s just a charity concert.”
“Oh! You’re doing a lot of good things.”
“No. My friends do it. We just do it together.”
He answered as if it was no big deal.
Because it’s something you just get swept up in and do.
“Oh. Right. I’ll go ahead and place that order.”
I got up from my seat to order coffee.
So I returned to the place where the manager was, holding the vibration bell in my hand.
suddenly.
-Jiying.
Immediately the vibration rang.
I thought the coffee had already arrived, so I looked at the buzzer in my hand, but there was no response.
-Jiying.
I raised my head and looked ahead at the continuous vibration sound.
-Jiying. Jiying.
The cell phone in the director’s hand was shaking.
Oh, wait a minute. It’s me, oppa. While saying that, the director pushes the LCD screen.
A call to this representative.
“Ah! Why! Why did you call?”
She answers in the usual younger sister tone.
I was just absentmindedly listening to the director’s phone call.
“Hey, did you meet Youngjun? Why are you curious about that?”
The moment I heard the director’s answer.
At that moment.
‘He said he hasn’t come yet.’
I quickly waved my hands left and right.
I shook my head, smiling silently so as not to make a sound.
“He hasn’t come yet. Huh? Because of work? I don’t know. What does that have to do with me? I told you I’m quitting. I even wrote a letter of resignation. Huh? What did you say? Okay. Okay. Hang up?
After ending the call, the director puts his phone down on the table.
I tilted my head at that sight and asked.
“Why, sir? What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing. Ask Youngjun when you see him.”
“What?”
“Can you tune the app or something like that?”
“Me? The developers agreed?”
He looks like he doesn’t know what to say to my question.
but.
There’s no way this manager would know.
Because I’m just relaying the representative’s words.
still.
I have a rough idea of what’s going on.
“I heard from my brother. I heard that Youngjun did something again this time.”
“It’s no use saying that I did that. It’s not like I completely solved it. No. To be exact, I haven’t even found the cause.”
It was a problem I couldn’t solve. But I think I found the cause on Ive’s side.
I guess the problem was with the app, not the network, so that’s why they’re asking me again.
I feel a bit bad about touching someone else’s application… Since it’s a matter of the developers’ pride, I was thinking about what to do on my own for a while.
Suddenly, something more important came to mind. There was a slightly strange sentence in the conversation the director had just had.
“Oh. Mr. Director. I heard you on the phone earlier… Are you… quitting the company?”
“Yes. I never intended to keep going from the beginning.”
“So what are your plans for the future? Do you have anything else in mind?”
“No. I just wanted to take a break.”
After answering, the director blows air into the coffee, and white steam rises.
“I don’t feel like doing anything these days.”
I think it passed on to me.
Because laziness is easily contagious.
Even this director, who lived honestly, could not avoid it.
“Are you just going to stay home and rest?”
“I don’t know about that either. I’m just thinking about going on a trip for a bit.”
“Where to?”
“Anywhere.”
What does the location matter? The manager laughs while drinking coffee.
It seems like you’re pretty tired from working at the company. Well, that’s understandable. A lot has happened in the meantime.
“By the way, Youngjun. Is there anything you want to do?”
“well.”
I tilted my head at the director’s question.
Because it’s something I want to do.
But someday, you’ll do anything.
Right now, everything I’m doing is overwhelming.
Exercise, wash, eat, and sleep.
I also tune programs at home.
It’s a lazy life that others would laugh at if they saw it.
I’m already more than I can handle.
I was doing too many things.