All-Round Genius Who Eats Talent

155. Battlefield Pianist (3)

Of course, I could have told you well and told you what I thought, but the reason I did that was simple.

To awaken awareness, to erase pride, to suppress the baseline.

And sincerely, I had a strong feeling that I couldn’t perfectly digest the songs I made.

(It’s definitely better than yesterday. But think about it carefully. This song is sung in a whisper while looking at the night sky on a battlefield. It’s not a song that’s sung with so much effort.)

Jaeik explained to the actors with a slightly, very slightly kinder look than yesterday. It was because Harold’s demeanor and singing skills had improved.

Of course, how good it would have been if he had shown such an enthusiastic attitude in the first place, but he wasn’t human anyway.

However, the songs they sing are still something for Jae-Ik to hear. Something about 10% was full of regret.

If you look at it normally, it’s definitely a good song. But, but I miss something so much.

(Of course, it’s not a boom mic, so you have to raise your voice, but you shouldn’t just sing loudly.)

A look that seems to understand but does not understand.

Jackie let out a sigh. I guess I wasn’t that sensitive before. It was a strangely irritating feeling.

‘If that’s not the case, as the digestion of talent increased, they became more sensitive and the standards were raised.’

(Let’s do it again. Don’t try to show your finesse.)

At this point, the actors frowned as if their faces had rotted away.

What the hell is that writer and composer dissatisfied with? I’m pretty sure this is good enough.

(How about just showing the author himself?)

Christopher Doyle responded bluntly to Jaeik, perhaps thinking that he was nitpicking for constantly demanding higher standards.

Because I thought it was an obvious fault-finding. Even if they made some mistakes during their first meeting, they are still pros.

I thought that this kind of treatment was not right and nothing more than bullying in the literal sense.

(That’s fine. It’ll be easier to understand if you show it yourself.)

However, instead of stopping Harold, who was watching this situation, Jae-ik, the reporter, shook his head as if he couldn’t help it.

“What on earth is this so difficult about?”

What Jaeik thinks is without any special technique. Rather, it was a song that emphasized the resonance of the voice itself while restraining the technique, and expressed the emotional part in a rich tone.

A voice that literally brings out the atmosphere and persuasiveness of a song with just one voice.

“Ahhh-! Ahh-“

Jaeik sat down in front of the piano, relaxed, and made eye contact with the actors looking at him one by one.

Eyes meant to see and hear well.

It’s been a long time since we’ve had each song properly held and sung correctly. I sang while playing guitar on road trips, but that was literally a song I sang to go camping and have fun with everyone.

Ding-

When Jaeik’s hand pressed the first key and the notes piled up, Jaeik’s voice was very thin, but it came out clearly even without a microphone.

(Even now, when I think of your face, I remember those warm days-)

Perfect harmony of piano and voice. There was no treble. It was literally close to the feeling of being silently recited.

(Crazy, what a voice.)

(If you don’t know how to call it yourself, you direct it like that.)

As soon as Jaeik’s song started, the actors who thought to see how well they would perform fell in love with Jaeik’s song, touching the goose bumps on their arms.

The timbre of the voice, the gradual control, and the delivery power of the lyrics that come from the expressive power were more explosive than any other song. There seemed to be a deep longing in his voice.

Aren’t all the people listening to this performance right now concentrating on Jaeik’s song with their mouths open?

He was literally overpowering these people with just one voice.

Christopher Doyle couldn’t even think of something like this.

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Literally, Jaeik was perfectly doing everything he said he didn’t like.

And he was doing it all while playing the piano. Without any body movements or hand movements, which are auxiliary means of emotion, only with the voice.

It felt like a song that was over 4 minutes passed quickly, as if it was less than 40 seconds.

After Jaeik finished the song.

A heavy silence fell on the stage.

(Like this. No, yes. I made a mistake. I don’t want that much. Please follow these guidelines and try to get as close as possible.)

After Jaeik’s words, the actors who woke up from the long lingering lingering thoughts and thoughts lowered their heads. Because I had nothing to say even with a few mouths.

(I want this. All of our actors are going to lose their temper. What the hell, your talent seems to have no end.)

Harold, who came to his senses the fastest, clapped his hands and focused the attention of the actors, and at the same time drew Jaeik’s attention.

(Yes! Yes! Did you seriously think about the proposal I made last time?)

(If it’s an offer?)

(Speaking of whether you plan to stand on stage. Seriously. Main stage. No, yes, just once. Even for a test performance. Wouldn’t it be a pity if it continued like this? It’s about showing people first.)

Harold poured out his words incoherently. I was just convinced by that song. The size of the talent that a proper Jaeik has.

(Besides, your dancing skills are not average. Acting is okay, dancing is okay, singing is okay! Oh my God, this must be crazy! You’re not even good at that! You could be a Broadway star!)

A vessel bigger than any actor he has ever seen. But what kind of joke of fate is this? That kind of person is a big Hollywood producer, writer, and director.

Then, in the end, the only thing left is persuasion. if only once. It was a word that he came up with from the thought that if it was just one performance that he completed with his own acting, he would be able to convince him.

At Harold’s words, the actors also lit up their eyes. It was because they were able to recognize the size of Jaeik’s talent as they had spent more than ten years in this musical version.

I was curious about what he would look like if he were to stand on the real stage.

To be honest, you can really feel the fun of a musical just once.

(Hmm.)

Jae Ik, who was thinking about something while wiggling his fingers, nodded slowly. positive meaning.

To be honest, I sang the song myself because I was frustrated that the actors couldn’t understand it, but it was nice to sing while playing the piano for the first time in a while.

(I don’t intend to be a Broadway star, but it doesn’t hurt to be on the exam stage.)

Still, it didn’t seem bad to open the door to my first musical work myself.

It’s not an official opening, it’s just a demonstration performance.

—

(Ah. So directly on stage?)

Harold gave Kang-seok a brief look at the situation and put on a bewildered expression.

Oh my God, even if it’s a test stage, Broadway is no joke. The test stage was, to his knowledge, cheap, but it was a stage where he sold tickets and performed. But is Song Jae-ik’s skill that good?

I was a little afraid of where the end of Song Jae-ik would be. That one person can do so many things well beyond imagination.

After talking about something on stage, Jaeik approached them with a happy expression.

(It’s been a while. You must have had a hard time coming.)

(Suffering. What does it matter when and where it is if it is a good production? I listened to the song well. A musical stage. This is true.)

At Ian’s reaction, Jaeik showed a puzzled expression and guided the two to the prepared meeting room.

(But I was surprised that it was a children’s fantasy all of a sudden. I hadn’t thought of it at all. Oh, really. This is Brené Brown Wattpad’s children’s fiction expert. I think they can judge the author’s work with the greatest certainty.)

(Oh, that’s nice. It’d be quicker to read it and talk about it.)

Jaeik turned over the tablet containing the draft, and Brené Brown carefully began to read the text on the tablet screen.

First of all, the choice of words and the division of paragraphs were good. When young children read, words that are too dense or difficult will cause indifference rather than interest.

Brené swallowed dryly and continued to flick through the screen of her tablet. at a fairly rapid pace.

(How long will it take if you say you publish it ASAP?)

(I do not know.)

Ian quickly remembered the publishing process. It was none other than Song Jae-ik. I’ll have to see Brené’s exact reaction, but looking at her concentration right now, I’m sure the reaction wasn’t too bad.

Then, all that remains is contract writing, editing and reviewing after the final manuscript work, printing and distribution. And even marketing.

However, when he said that many parts could be omitted because he was not a new writer, but Song Jae-ik.

(After receiving the final manuscript, if you overdo it, it will be about a month or two or three months? I think it will be about a month or two or three months. Looking at the US market only. Of course, it also depends on how many first editions are shot.)

I thought that was fine. The final manuscript can be handed over within a week or two.

In the meantime, Brené Brown, who was quickly reading the draft, looked at Jaeik with a half-fazed expression on her face, and Ian nodded with the same expression.

What kind of person is Song Jae-ik? I wonder if there was anything to worry about because it was a children’s fantasy. Rather, I wondered if that level of expression would be at the level of being awesome, not just good.

(It’s really cool. Child fantasy isn’t easy. This is real. Honestly, personally, I find it more fun than the Underworld.)

(What? Than this world?)

Ian’s expression stiffened as he stared at the blank tablet screen.

What kind of work is The Behind World? Isn’t the most decisive reason why Wattpad has the current name value and position in the publishing market, not web novels, thanks to Jae-Ik Song’s publication of The Behind World?

But is it more fun than that?

(You’d better read it and talk to me again tomorrow. You can take the tablet and return it tomorrow. We’ll talk about the terms of the contract then.)

Jackie smiled and nodded. It would be much better to sign a contract after determining the exact value of that work.

—

Returning to the dorm, Ian hurriedly looked at Brene and Jaeik’s novel.

(What is eaten by children means that it can be eaten by adults as well. For now, the children’s fantasy I felt is enough. To be honest, I feel like it’s been a long time since I’ve had such an interesting children’s fantasy.)

And Ian McShane, who dropped his hand while turning over the last page of the tablet, nodded blankly.

It was as Brene said. Ricky’s story was a light and fun novel. A novel that you can’t put down even for a second.

Ricky and his friends also passed the last chapter of volume 1, but it remained intensely in their heads.

(This is unconditional. You have to hold onto it unconditionally. No, you have to sign a contract with the best conditions and push it all at once.)

It was as Brene said, and Ian was already thinking about the additional contract with the printing house.

The printing house that had already been contracted was already busy drawing out the world behind it.

(Whoa. There’s only one.)

I don’t know what contract conditions Song Jae-ik wanted, but the absolute power here was Song Jae-ik.

At least, they are sitting here because of their ties to the other side of the world, but if they do not like the conditions, it is obvious that this opportunity will go elsewhere.

Then Watpad had only one offer to throw at it.

(Blank check. Whatever you want. You have to listen to everything within the permissible range.)

Obviously, this work was a work with such value.