3 a.m.
A practice room so quiet that I can hear the ticking of a clock.
I was drawing sheet music.
Listen to the song with my ears and draw the notes with my hands.
What should I put here? etc? keyboard?
Saying that I knew how to arrange music was not pretentious.
Studying is studying, but it's because I learned the basics solidly from various producers while I was at MJ Entertainment.
I took a sip of my chocolate drink.
I've roughly got the idea.
Dozens of sheets of A4 paper were scattered around me.
Although it looks messy, it is arranged with regularity.
Could it be called a kind of mind map?
I looked at the listed A4 papers with concentration as if typing them in my head, then took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
First, let's create the stage.
The stage we would stand on was the high school auditorium.
A deserted plain.
In the vast field of my mind, the auditorium of the school I searched for on the Internet appears like a model.
The stage is still immersed in darkness.
I set up the instrument.
Guitar, bass, keyboard, drums, saxophone, cello, etc.
Now let's put someone up.
A light comes on on a stage in the middle of nowhere.
No 1- Gary Dreck
No 2 -Sunny Black
No 3- Avi Pandey
No 4- Samuel
No 5- Raj Morningstar
Trainees arrive one after another, stand on stage, and begin singing.
The first performance consists of only song lyrics without accompaniment.
What is this?
I was startled when I merged the five voices into one in my head.
It was because of the harmony created by the five voices.
Similar yet different vocal ranges came together to create a beautiful harmony.
This is why Director Jack chose me.
I felt like a mystery I had been harbouring all along was being solved.
Director Jack Reed probably thought of this harmony after hearing my voice in a TV interview.
Perfect harmony.
But the admiration did not last long.
Because now I had to do something new.
I moved the instruments in my head one by one.
No...
Rather than moving, it was closer to moving naturally.
I repeated the work, making impromptu changes from time to time.
Whenever I made some progress, I would open my eyes and check the time.
It's 3:30 in the morning.
I Close my eyes again and go back to work.
4 a.m.
I kept repeating it until I got something perfect.
5 a.m.
When I finally completed the final arrangement, I began to transfer it onto a piece of paper like a man possessed.
It took a long time to create the final work, but moving it was a quick process.
"It is complete."
What was completed before my eyes was only a version written on paper.
To create the finished product as I had told my group members, I had to go up to the studio and turn on the computer.
But right now, not only was there no one at the company, but I was also not in the right mental state to do such work.
I'm tired.
Sleepiness poured down like a waterfall.
I naturally fell into the temptation of the dream.
***
5:30 in the morning.
Idol Rising Entertainment's production director Jack Reed got out of the car and inhaled an Americano.
A handcrafted caffeinated drink.
When he took a sip of it, He seemed to wake up.
"Ah, I want to sleep more."
In the past week, he had slept a total of 10 hours.
It was a killer schedule.
It's been a while since he slept at home, but the nerve cells in his body were still begging for some rest.
'I should sleep well once Rajesh Kumar's album is finished.'
Jack Reed, who was about to leave the underground parking lot and take the stairs, stopped for a moment.
'what?'
The light was coming from the hallway where the practice room was located.
'Has anyone stayed up all night?'
Out of curiosity, Jack approached that direction.
Now that Bliss has debuted, there are only five trainees left.
Among them, there are two people worth counting the night.
'Is it Gary? Or is it Sunny?'
The immature youngest child Avi and the carefree Samuel in everything are out of the question.
Jack, who had been expecting to see the two faces, found an unexpected face under the practice room window.
'Raj?'
It was the new face he had recruited.
'Why did he stay up all night and not go home?'
He tilted his head and soon saw an unusual sight.
Piles of backing paper scattered everywhere.
Jack Reed carefully entered the practice room and found a piece of paper with dots that looked like musical notes.
As soon as he saw it, he felt it right away.
'I guess it's because of the year-end evaluation assignment.'
He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment and examined the contents.
'wait for a sec.'
He felt like that he woke up suddenly.
'Finished copy, where is the finished copy?'
He was able to find it right away.
Raj holds the finished work tightly in his hands like a baby.
He was worried that the other person would wake up, but as a musician, curiosity came first, so Jack Reed took the paper out of the other person's hands.
'Let me see.'
The sound of paper being turned was heard in the background with the sound of gentle breathing.
Until the ice in the Americano had completely melted, Jack Reed stopped and scanned the paper.
Then he smiled.
'Look at this.'
Jack Reed's eyes were filled with joy as he looked at the sleeping young man.