Episode #112. Shut up.
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Should I say Iâm glad?
Should it be natural?
Even after Moon Cheon-yeop went, the live cafe remained calm as usual.
After persuading him a few times, Kim Seung-jun went back with his shoulders drooping.
After work, Eugene sang and sang on stage with excitement.
Customers regretted not having Limon, but were satisfied with the live performance.
President Jeong was pleased with the huge sales and wrapped up the remaining snacks.
crunchy
âIt tastes like fattening.â
A park covered in light darkness.
On the bench where people disappeared due to the late hours and the remote location, Yoo-jin mumbled while chewing on the cookies she had received from President Jeong.
âItâs still delicious.â
sweet is good
Because eating makes you feel good.
It was exactly the taste that Yujin, who was already stressed out thanks to Moon Cheon-yeop, needed.
âguff.â
After recalling Moon Cheon-yeopâs threat.
Yujin let out a big laugh.
It was Eugene who met many people while wandering around the world.
Among them, there were not a few people like Kim Seung-jun and Mun Chun-yeop who recognized Yu-jinâs talent and tried to use it.
But they didnât get anything.
Even the general who was leading the army.
Even the gangsters who held their guns.
Even nobles who were proud of their lineage.
Even the businessmen who were discussing the benefits.
Because all of them failed, Eugene is still a wandering musician.
Not to mention, there was no reason to care about such things as Moon Chun-yeop and Bug Guild.
To put it bluntly, the fact that he couldnât hear Limonâs performance was a factor that greatly increased Eugeneâs stress.
âUm, feeling frustrated.â
Maybe itâs because I thought of Limon.
Only after singing for a long time.
Feeling thirsty again, Eugene swallowed the cookie and reached out to the side.
Then he picked up the heavy guitar and smiled.
âIf it is lacking, it must be filled.â
In a quiet park without a microphone or an audience, let alone a proper stage, Eugene prepared to sing so leisurely.
whether or not anyone listens.
Whether you donât have a partner to accompany you.
It didnât matter to Eugene.
After all, she was a wanderer who always sang alone, listened alone, and was content with being alone.
Ding.
ââ¦?â
But right after plucking the guitar strings.
Eugene hesitated.
Then I tilted my head and plucked the guitar string a few more times.
Ding diing diding.
ââ¦???â
No matter how many times I repeat the tuning and change the note, I am puzzled by the guitar sound that sounds very unpleasant.
âah.â
Eugene let out a sudden exclamation.
Then he hit his forehead with one hand and let out a deep sigh.
Itâs because Iâve finally realized that the guitar sounds messy, not because itâs broken, but because thereâs something wrong with me.
âIâm screwed.â
Growing up for a while.
Eugene lay down on the bench.
I didnât feel like singing anymore.
No matter how frustrated I was, no matter what I tried to play, I was automatically compared to the sound of Limonâs guitar.
âI canât sing by myself anymore.â
Of course, playing and singing are separate.
It didnât matter if it was just a song.
But in the end, Eugene never touched the guitar again.
Just as a gourmet who is accustomed to the best delicacies cannot eat moldy bread with earthworm soup even if he dies.
Eugene knew better than anyone else that he had already become addicted to singing along to the fantastic performance of Limon.
Thatâs why Eugene put on headphones.
Ding Ding.
The moment you press the button on your headphones.
Ringing in the ears is a familiar melody.
A video of a student randomly filming a performance with Limon and spreading it.
Among them, Eugene smiled as he listened to a collection of Limonâs music.
Like an addict who finds the drug he gave up.
Or like a traveler who found an oasis in the desert.
The full soul mixed with the melody and seeping into her body made Eugene feel a thrilling pleasure and comfort that was a hundred times greater than when she sang alone.
âIf I had known it would be like this, it might have been better not to accept the offer then.â
When I first met Limon.
If you havenât lent me your guitar.
At least it wouldnât have stopped me from enjoying my own songs like I do now.
âI donât regret it, though.â
Nonetheless, in the end, Eugene laughed.
Instead of not being able to enjoy singing alone, the joy of singing along to Limonâs performance was more fantastic than that.
Is it boring pleasure?
Is it the pleasure of going through hell?
If I had to choose between the two, Eugeneâs preference would always be the latter.
And Eugeneâs feelings toward Limon, who gave him such hellish pleasure, could be summed up in just two words.
âA strange partner.â
Eugene is an eccentric, but not an idiot.
So he knew how peculiar he was.
It wasnât normal to be a singer who didnât really want to be famous and extremely avoided making money from singing.
In fact, the reason why I have been working alone so far is that there are few performers who can match such eccentricities.
There were other reasons too.
In any case, Limon was a really unusual partner in that respect.
âWhy wouldnât they try to change me?â
Among the people Eugene met while traveling around the world, there were sometimes those who genuinely admired Eugeneâs talent rather than being greedy.
And their reactions were pretty much the same.
Admire it at first.
Next time, Iâll waste my talent.
In the end, I get angry for some reason.
It is said that if you are properly educated and debut, you are wasting your talent to become a singer of the century.
Limon was strange in that way.
Aside from not having any interest in fame or money himself, Limon has never forced Eugene to go his own way.
Even when there is no money.
Even if you watch your talent rot.
Because they didnât tell me to make money with singing or to develop my talent.
âEven so, he changed me in the end.â
When others tell you to grow your talent.
The reason Eugene ignored it.
It was because I didnât like the fact that I had to learn to sing.
To learn something is to be dyed in something.
That means that even if it is a teaching that can sing well, it is eventually governed by that teaching.
Thatâs why I just enjoy singing.
For Eugene, who had no desire to sing better, singing training was just an act of increasing the shackles that deprived her of her freedom.
Nevertheless, the reason why Eugene received singing training from President Jung.
It was because of Limon after all.
âBecause itâs strange to have a partner who canât even keep up with his partnerâs performance.â
I didnât know anything else, but I was able to know because it was Eugene who is more sensitive about music than anyone else.
And that Limon could play even better if he put his mind to it.
It is also the fact that he is not demonstrating his skills in order to be considerate of his songs that lack basic skills.
Thatâs why Eugene learned to sing for the first time.
Even if you give up some freedom.
Even if you lose your own song.
Because I didnât want to be a burden.
âIsnât that what it is?â
Yujin tilted her head and finally smiled.
Eugene knew better than anyone else that he wasnât such a caring person.
After all, there is one real reason.
I just wanted to hear it.
Limonâs sincere performance.
And his own song that accompanies the performance.
For Eugene, who had only enjoyed singing until now and hadnât cared about the song itself, it was such a huge change of heart that even he couldnât believe it.
âI donât know why my partner doesnât enjoy playing with that skill.â
It was a question that I couldnât help but feel more clearly because I was influenced so much by Limon.
If you donât need money or fame and donât enjoy it, why play a musical instrument?
And why does he come out and play while grumbling every time he calls?
I couldnât figure it out at all.
However, Eugene often felt familiar in Limonâs strange attitude.
âSomehow they look like those old friends.â
Eugene suddenly remembered.
when you were still young
Old people I saw all over the alley.
Just pass the time by playing chess or playing an instrument while basking in the sun.
Those who had already enjoyed the heyday of their lives, so rather than longing for the past and living in the present, they watched and interfered occasionally.
When I saw Limon, I thought of them.
This is especially true of veterans who went through tough times during the war.
âCome to think of it, I really donât know anything about partners?â
It was a thought that would surprise anyone who knew Eugene.
I only think about having fun.
It was unusual for Eugene, who neglected everything else, to be interested in people.
Nevertheless, Eugene went beyond simple interest and reflected on what he knew about Limon.
âBird lover fourth dimension and richâ¦?â
A bird lover who carries a blue bird on top of his head wherever he goes.
A fourth dimension that sometimes suddenly changes its expression or harasses birds, as if receiving radio waves from anywhere.
Strangely, even the behavior that seems not to be tied to money.
If you look at each one separately, you canât understand it, but when you put them together, itâs a pretty strange feature.
âIt doesnât matter anyway. A partner is a partner.â
But Eugene didnât care about such trivial matters.
Limon is the geek in the world.
Or a crazy serial killer.
Because his playing skills were real.
And that one reason was more than enough for Eugene to regard Limon as his soul mate.
âIâll have to take my partner with me when this job is over.â
Eugene came up with a plan.
A bold plan to take an extended vacation once the job is done and go around the world full of concerts with Limon.
The fact that Limon might not come along was not taken into consideration at all.
Because if you canât do it, stop it.
âHehe.â
Is it because I feel better when I plan my trip?
Or was it because I was intoxicated by the melody coming from my headphones?
Eugene did not bother to restrain the hum that flowed from the tip of his nose.
Lying on a bench with an arm pillow, I was just immersed in enjoying myself.
âHey whatâs up? What kind of girl is there?â
âSince you are a foreigner, you must have come here not knowing that this is our playground.â
âWell, I donât see Byeongsikâs or Hanseoâs around here these days, so outsiders might not know.â
âOh, it looks pretty good, doesnât it?â
But is it unfortunate or inevitable?
Eugeneâs good mood was interrupted by an unexpected intruder.
âYoung lady, can you speak Korean?â
âCan we guide you if you get lost?â
âYes, yes. We are kind.â
âPuhaha! Is kindness dead?â
Walking around with their hands in their pockets, two men appeared to be far from concerned or considerate.
Look at the sloppy attire and attitude.
Look at the piercings on the ears and lips.
Do you see the gaze that blatantly scans the neck and thighs?
It was a shame to even call them gangsters.
But Eugene didnât care.
No, I completely ignored its existence.
The only thing that mattered to Eugene was humming along to the melody flowing through his headphones.
âHey girl? Canât you hear us?â
Noise creeps in.
âOh, you fucking bitch. How much do you turn up the volume on your headphones to chew on people?â
Annoying and insignificant noise.
âI tried to say it in a good way, but I canât.â
I donât want to care.
âItâs damn good, but the girl you saw before said that she was talking about it, and after doing XXXX in a very fucking way, she even got reported for XXXX.â
But the noise doesnât go away.
âThatâs because that bitch didnât listen. ok? The sky-like guild leaderâs nephew said he would play with me, so I should be grateful.â
âCome to think of it, what did he do in the end?â
âSomehow, I was kicked out of the guild and buried. A guild accepted a dtakari who was less than level 20 with a smooth face. How dare you report someone?â
âAh, you heartless bastard.â
A voice that continues to growl.
Noise that disturbs the melody.
The dirty feelings mixed in it.
It forcibly brings out the mind that was immersed in Limonâs performance and disturbs the pleasant mood.
âHey, this girl is justâ¦â
âShut up.â
âwhat?â
Eventually, Eugene stopped humming.
And it sounds like your ears are blocked.
He spoke in a cold voice to the two archers who were still blinking in place.
âItâs noisy, so shut up and get out.â