When I opened my eyes, I found myself in the practice room.
"Huh…"
After clearly opening my eyes, I saw my hands were empty.
what?
Where did it go?
When I got up to look for the sheet music I had written, something that had been covering my body slithered down.
Cashmere coat.
It was a coat that looked like it would cost around hundred dollars.
'What is this again?'
I know that I slept quite hot.
When I was confused by the mystery of the unidentified coat and the missing paper, a message came at the right time.
The sender was Director Jack Reed.
-When you wake up, come to the recording studio on the second floor.
-PS. Bring my coat too.
"The director took it."
I mumbled like I was talking in my sleep and stroked my messy hair.
Then I carefully accepted the expensive-looking coat.
Why is calling me anyway?
* * *
The second floor of Idol Rising Entertainment was full of recording studios and complicated equipment.
This seemed to be a work space.
It didn't take long to find the recording studio that Director Jack had mentioned.
[On Air]
Because the lights in the practice room 'On Air', which were immediately visible as soon as I went up, were brightly lit.
knock-
My knock was answered.
"come in."
When I open the door, a familiar sight comes into view.
A recording studio that I was sick of seeing at MJ Entertainment.
At the table, Director Jack Reed is looking at paper, clicking a ballpoint pen, and a man in the recording booth is singing passionately.
uh? That person.
If I look closely, it's Rajesh Kumar.
A singer who was the winner of the Hustle singing/raping audition program.
With top-class vocals, he is one of the strongest singers in the current music market.
There's something magical about seeing someone I've only met through music shows in real life.
Director Jack Reed glanced at me and pressed the talk back button.
"Rajesh, let's take a 10-minute break."
-Why?
"If I need a break, I'll take a break. You bastard."
Rajesh left the booth as if he was disappointed in Director Jack's joking response.
Wow, it looks just like the TV screen.
A singer who looked like a friendly neighborhood guy showed curiosity toward me.
"Jack, who is this guy again?"
"He's a new trainee. Say hello."
I bowed politely.
"Hello, senior. This is the new trainee, Raj Morningstar."
"Aww, it's burdensome. Just call me Rajesh."
Rajesh, who was joking, looked at Director Jack.
"Anyway, why did you call him?"
"what? I have something to talk about personally. I'm sorry, but please make room for me."
"how much longer?"
"Drink a cup of coffee and come."
"10 minutes?"
"A little more than that."
"No, bro."
Rajesh shook his head.
"They say I have to go record when I get paid. I think so. "I understand I'll be back in 10 minutes."
"hey."
"Mmmhmmmm."
"Hey, Rajesh!"
"I'm singing in the rain~ I'm singing in the rain~"
Rajesh hummed a song and waved his hand obnoxiously.
Director Jack Reed clicked his tongue.
They were not like a producer and a singer, but like close brothers.
"It seems like you two are very close."
"Well you can say that.."
Jo Gyu-hwan shook his head as if he was fed up.
"I worked so hard to create that person."
I laughed quietly because it reminded me of my grandmother saying, 'I had a hard time raising you.'
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I slept well thanks to your coat covering me."
"Yeah, that's a relief."
As I sat down on the sofa, the director took something out of the table drawer.
It was the score I made.
"You did this, right?"
"yes."
"Then let me ask a few questions."
"yes."
what?
"Have you ever learned music?"
"What do you mean?… … ."
"So, have you ever studied music professionally? For example, harmony or music theory."
"Ah yes."
I answered while searching my memory.
"I learned something from my previous company."
"MJ Entertainment?"
"Yes. The producers who were there taught me some things. Things like how to handle midi or how to write beats."
"I guess you said your fundamentals are solid."
Director Jack Reed stroked his chin.
"Looking at the arrangement, it looks like you know how to play some instruments."
"That's right."
"Piano?"
"yes. I practiced a lot in elementary school to prepare for competitions."
"Anything else?"
"A little bit of guitar."
The producer strokes his chin.
"You did it in one day. This level of arrangement."
"Yes, but as you can see, I did it in a rush."
"No, no. You did a great job. If I were a college professor, I would have given you an A."
Is it that much?
"I've heard a lot here and there that you have a talent for composing, right?"
"I heard a little bit about it from my previous company."
"I would have heard a lot about this, not just a little. It's also humble."
While I was overjoyed at the compliment I received from a famous composer, a truly unexpected line came out of the other person's mouth.
"Do you want to learn composition from me?"
"yes?"
I blinked my eyes, feeling dazed.
What did he just say?
"Are you a little shocked?"
"… … ."
"It's no different, I can see the potential in the arrangement you made. Of course, it is a rough stone that has not been polished yet... I think if you just put enough effort into it, a pretty gem will be created."
He asked in a coy tone.
"How is it? If you learn from me well, you can go out as a composing idol or something like that when promoting it later."
"I will."
"huh?"
"I will learn composition."