Childhood Friend Who Sees the Future Utters Nonsense

56 – Memories brought by the guitar

Due to the bet proposed by Yuna Han, a passionate desire to compete burned in each other’s hearts.

While her smile did not disappear at the thought of Hanyu being able to treat me like her slave for a day, Choi Min-seong approached me as I was preparing for her next class.

“Hey, I heard the story. “I heard Han Yuna will also participate in the festival stage?”

“I heard that’s true?”

“The competition is fierce. “If an active idol trainee decides to rush in, will he be able to win?”

“There’s nothing you can’t win. If I even dance, my balance will be disrupted.”

No matter how determined I am, Han Yuna is not foolish enough to think that she can beat her by dancing and decorating her stage.

The reason she accepted the bet was because she thought Han Yuna would calmly set up her stage with just one verse of her song. She thought that if that happened, she wouldn’t be fighting a losing battle.

Of course, Han Yuna’s singing skills will be superior to mine, but since she will be accompanied by her guitar, she will be able to get some extra points. If she can make up for the gap in her skills with that, wouldn’t she be able to compete somehow?

“Anyway, what happened to you guys? “Did you form a good team?”

“Uh, roughly. “Do you think you’ll be having a scrimmage with the kids in the class next to you starting tomorrow?”

“It looks like you sharpened your knife quite a bit.”

There may be some parents who would be shocked if they told a third-year high school college entrance exam student that he or she was practicing playing games with other classmates when he or she should be studying, but I think they would understand that it is just a moment to catch their breath.

“If you have Kim Soo-bin with you, shouldn’t you take care of him? “The other classes will protest, hey.”

“I didn’t catch the scrim, it was Kim Soobin who caught it, right? “At first, he said he wouldn’t do it, but when he told me he was going to compete, he said he had to win and his eyes turned around.”

I never thought there would be such a behind-the-scenes story.

Come to think of it, Soobin Kim also had a strong competitive spirit. She may think she doesn’t show it, but she knows when she plays games with her. There was no way she would have been able to become a solo challenger in the first place because she didn’t have the will to compete.

“Anyway, practice well. It’s the last celebration, so don’t lose to the kids in other classes.”

“You too, dude. “No one else knows, but Han Yuna wins.”

I was grateful for Choi Min-seong’s encouragement, but at the same time, I wondered if this made any sense.

In the first place, is there a competitor who is more difficult than him? By the time she beat Hanyu Na, it would have been as if she had already won the championship. Anyway, it’s true that she has to win somehow just to win the bet.

“It would be perfect if I confessed after winning, I look forward to it.”

“f*ck you.”

Choi Min-seong, who was talking nonsense until the end, easily gave him the middle finger and scolded him.

Anyway, I have to say one more thing to get ridiculed, that idiot.

***

Still, I thought I could play the guitar at home until about 7 or 8 o’clock, so as soon as I returned home, I carefully took out the guitar that I had put in the storage room.

“Cough! Cough! Wow, sh*t….”

Even though I put it in the case, it was quite dusty as expected, but I was able to clean it thoroughly and bring it back to the room.

Wow, it’s been a while since I caught up with you.

Ding. Tiring.

People who play the guitar say they can tune it without a tuner, but I just played it alone in a corner of my room, so it’s not that good. Thanks to this, I had to take out the tuner that was in the case pocket and complete the tuning.

Now I can finally hear the sound.

“Son, what kind of guitar is this?”

“Ah, because I decided to go on stage at the festival this time.”

As she was moving her hands and glue, intermittently recalling lines from a song she had often played in the past, my mother, who heard her playing, came from standing in her kitchen to my room.

“If it’s a festival stage, you’re going to go out with Yuna?”

“Ah, well…. “It’s similar.”

Come to think of it, she added that setting a while ago when she was explaining why she brought Han Yuna to her house. It was difficult to explain at length, so I gave it a vague nod.

“Yuna will like it, dear. In the past, when you were at your peak playing guitar, I would often come over and listen to you. “The two of us sing together.”

“That’s right. “I’ve been so busy editing these days that I didn’t think to bring it up.”

When I was in middle school, the guitar was quite fun for me, so I seriously thought about becoming a composer or something. I knew that my singing skills were not at the level of being a singer, so I looked at other paths.

Then one day, Hanyu got casted on the street, and when she proudly told me, she thought it was a big deal. Although she was a girl who liked to sing, she never told me that she wanted to be a singer or an idol.

That’s why I’m always curious. What made her decide to become an idol?

Anyway, after that, while I became increasingly distant from her guitar, the distance between me and Han Yu-na grew as she became a member of the debut group of a large agency.

It doesn’t mean that my heart has drifted away, but I should say that her identity has changed. That’s roughly what it means. Because it is difficult to place a prospective idol whose debut has been confirmed on the same level as the general public.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Imoo!”

She was lost in idle thoughts and took her hands off her guitar for a moment. The sound of her door lock pressing her password followed by Han Yuna’s loud voice echoed from her living room.

Her mother, who was standing in front of her room and looking toward her living room, welcomed Han Yuna with happy eyes as if she was looking at her real daughter.

“Is Yuna here? “What about dinner?”

“Hey, I’m going to talk to Park Si-yoon and eat here today. Is that okay, Auntie?”

“Well then. “My son’s father said he would be late today, so I almost ate alone with my son, but I’m glad I did.”

No, mother. What’s wrong with having a meal alone with her son? No matter how much you say you like your daughter better, your only son is obviously keeping his eyes and ears open, so isn’t that going too far?

“What about Park Si-yoon?”

“Stay in your room. “Si-yoon, if Yuna is here, you should come out.”

“I’m going to come to my room anyway.”

She said grumblingly, out of revenge for being bullied right in front of her.

Mom let out a sigh and switched places with Han Yuna as if in a tag match. The guy who came to the wide open door saw the guitar in her hand and his eyes sparkled.

“You already took out the guitar? “It must have been full of dust because I hadn’t taken it out for a while.”

“I already thought I was going to die from dusting off the dust. “You should consider yourself lucky that mold didn’t grow.”

Yuna Han ran over and sat next to me. For some reason, the distance felt a little closer than usual, but she assumed it was because she wanted to see the guitar up close, which she had taken out for the first time in a while.

“Hey, hey. Quickly try playing something. “It’s been a while since I wanted to hear the sound of a guitar.”

“It’s been a while since I caught it, so it’s a long time ago…. Is there anything you want to hear?”

“How about that? A pop song we often sang together in the past.”

“Oh, that? “I remember.”

Although it’s a bit old, the song was very good. It’s a duet song between a man and a woman, so it’s a song that Yuna Han and I sang together every day at one point. I forgot that.

♬~♪

Even though it’s been a long time since I tried typing, my hands move before my head can think of it. This probably means that it is a song that has been played so many times that it becomes tiresome.

“My Memories are filled with you~.”

Oh, the song comes right away. Maybe it’s because I’ve been receiving vocal training for a while, but my voice is even better to listen to than before.

Hanyu Let’s continue playing more cheerfully to match my voice. It’s such a bright and lively song that her shoulders start to shake. I guess that’s the same for Hanyu, too, as she wiggles her body from side to side and hums her song.

As I also sang along with my voice to the male part, we naturally made eye contact.

Actually, since this is a song about the sweetness between a couple, it is a bit embarrassing for the two of us to sing it while making eye contact, but strangely enough, we continue singing without much awkwardness. It’s been like that since long ago.

Clap!

Soon after the song ended, Han Yuna and I high-fived and smiled at each other as if we had made a promise. It was truly a fantastic duet, complete with harmony.

“Strangely enough, it suits me well when I sing.”

“My words.”

They are usually busy bickering, but strangely enough, when they sing, they get along well, like a mixed group that has been dueting together for decades. Maybe that’s why in the past, it was fun just for the two of us to play guitar and sing.

“Please play that song this time. “A self-composed song you told me a while ago.”

“Own composition?”

I was thinking of a random song to sing, when Han Yu-na suddenly raised her hand and made an unexpected request.

Speaking of self-composed songs, have I ever made something like that? Memories of the past are carefully brought out from beyond the hazy consciousness. Oh, are you talking about that?

“You mean that song that lasted less than a minute?”

“Yeah, you said you couldn’t even add lyrics.”

“Hey, why are you listening to that?”

In the first place, it was of such a level of quality that it was embarrassing to call it a self-composed song.

It hadn’t been that long since I learned the guitar, and when I first learned about harmony, it was a cobbled-together song that I made by connecting various chords by myself.

There are so many good songs in the world, so why would you listen to them? Even remembering it feels brave.

“It just suddenly occurred to me. “If I tell you a little bit, what will happen?”

“Hey, I’m embarrassed….”

To be honest, I don’t even remember the code. At the time, I think she was so excited that she had made a song and bragged about it to me, but later she realized that it was embarrassing to even call it a song, so she erased it from her mind.

Let’s see, this is roughly what it felt like.

Ding. Ding. Tiring.

“Yes, this is correct. “It’s good to hear it after a long time.”

“I’m glad it’s good, but…. Why did this suddenly come to mind?”

It was so amazing that Han Yuna remembered a song that even I, the producer, had forgotten, so she asked without thinking.

Then Han Yuna just tilted her head with her characteristic idiotic expression.

“Well, I don’t know either. “It just came to mind when I saw you holding the guitar.”

“It’s fascinating.”

Was this a memorable song of hers to me? That said, there are so many songs we sang together.

“I still remember that day vividly. “It must have been the day after I was street cast?”

“Really? “I really don’t remember at all.”

I also remember the day Han Yuna was cast on the street.

She showed me a business card she had received from somewhere and asked if I wanted to do it, and she said straight up, ‘I’m not particularly interested in idols.’

However, she was dumbfounded when she heard that the casting had been approved three days later. I wondered if something had happened in the meantime.

“At that time, I was sitting there, and you played the song here. After hearing that, it was clear….”

“… For sure?”

What happened next?

Hanyu As I repeated my last words as if asking, the boy, who had been lost in thought for a moment to trace her memory, stared at me with wide-open eyes. She looked as if she had remembered something important that even she had forgotten.

And then,

Hwaak.

Out of nowhere, her cheeks turned red and she suddenly started to distance herself from me. As if I had encountered some kind of monster.

“Oh, no! Now that I think about it, I don’t think anything special happened! “I guess I was mistaken!”

“…… ?”

No, who would believe me if I said that nothing bad happened with that reaction? Since ancient times, ‘the first way to make people angry is to stop talking, and the second is…’ Don’t you know the famous saying ‘.’ Where did the afterword go?

“Jae, let’s stop talking about old boring stories and go out and eat! “I have to eat quickly and go home.”

“Yes, yes.”

I tried to protest right away, but Han Yuna’s momentum was so fierce that I got caught up in it.

In the end, she came to someone else’s house and ate her food. As soon as she finished eating, she ran away and went to her own house. She is a real bully.