God of Music - Chapter 347
60000, 59980, 59941…
40000, 39987, 39953…
50000, 49999, 49960…
On the three monitors above the desk, the number began to decline. 60,4,500, three agencies. A total of 150,000 were going down.
[… Noooo.]
The group groans. Ticket sales were significantly slower than calculated It is the first concert to host a world tour of Shamur. If the sales were this slow from the start… the result would have been a video.
‘Cause it’s a start, right?’
‘Let’s wait a little longer.’
The members of the presidency asked for relief, saying that they clenched their fists. Some people shake their heads and try to shake their minds.
Is everything all right? ‘
‘Course, I already checked 10 times.’
Employees also tried to stay calm. At a steady pace, Kang Yoon was the only one who didn’t change his face. You only hear the chattering of Shamur through the cracks of the door.
[… I have to say something.]
One of the bosses raises his hand as if he couldn’t stand it.
[It’s been 20 minutes, one, two… 5,000? They sold 10,000. They didn’t sell a tenth. Shouldn’t you have sold half of it?]
The angry voice was the flare. I woke up to the sound of the team’s boiling voice.
[Other singers will be watching, but it’s Shamur. I just said I could have done it right… too many new attempts. Brazilian outsiders, promotions… masters. I want you to explain.]
[Get rid of the Royal Stone category and stand alone for $200 (about 630 Brazilian coins. about 230,000 won). How much for one of those tickets…]
In the short term, even accountability is red. The alertness and timing that came from Shemuel trusting only Kang Yun’s words.
[Directors, that’s…]
[Hold on. There’s nowhere for you to go…]
Several employees tried to step up, but things got in the way of the same staff. The staff only got bigger. The atmosphere became cooler and cooler.
Meanwhile, Kang Yun’s eyes were only on the monitor. People were frustrated.
[Master. Say something…]
[Jacob.]
[… Yes?!]
Jacob, who was restless, looked back at Kang Yun, dumbfounded. Kang Yoon, who had been cut off, said without turning his gaze.
[Can you put me in touch with Sorema?]
[What should I say?]
[Master!!]
The theme was a ticketing relay. The largest man in the group woke up complaining, but Kang Yoon was confident.
[See if there’s a problem on the server side or if there’s a difference between here and there.]
[Yes, sir.]
Jacob left the office immediately. When the horse was dismissed, the team was born as usual.
[Would the computer lie? You want to avoid taking responsibility that much?!]
Kang Yoon closed his eyes. It’s not about making excuses to them right now. Finding the right cause and solution was the first thing. I felt the anxiety of the presidents. Kang Yoon stared at the team with his sunken eyes.
[If I have to take responsibility, I will lose. Please wait.]
[… you’ll have to be prepared.]
Only after Gear’s responsibility was dropped, the team became a little quiet. There was also a man who quietly raised his mouth. The staff were frustrated, but there was nothing they could do.
I couldn’t say anything because I was halfway through the last world tour.
It’s been 10 minutes. Counting down from 150,000 to about 130,000. About 20,000. And now it’s slowing down even more. Particularly, 40,000 ticketing sites were not even seen moving for more than a minute.
One of the presidents got up again.
[… Nothing to see. Master.]
[Jack, it’s only been 10 minutes.]
Tilted next to him, a man named Jack’s mouth continues to breathe fire.
[Do you still have something to say after seeing that? Can’t you see it’s slowing down? You’ve given us enough time, haven’t you?]
Despite the outward appearance of an angry man, the team was working with him. The unfamiliar look toward Kang Yoon was evidence.
[When Jacob gets back, we’ll talk again.]
Kang Yun remained. The group’s voice grew louder.
What’s the story? This concert is ruined!! Kang Yoon, because of you!!]
Bang. As the atmosphere escalates, Jacob walks in with the door open. I ran as fast as I could and I panted.
[M, Master. Huff-puff.]
[What’s going on?]
[Huff, huff. The Master was right. Server, server issue. You have so many contacts… it’s hard to connect. And…]
There was a color on the faces of the staff. Kang Yoon calmly asked again.
And?
[Because of that, the server is too slow… all the servers are being used for ticketing. It slowed down the data transmission here… and made a difference.]
[How much was sold?]
Jacob lowered his chest and picked up a fan and wrote a number on the whiteboard. 150000.
[Waaaahhh–!!]
An enormous shout of longevity erupted among the staff. Jacob continues to speak in an inspiring voice.
[Even though the server was set up for a virtual concert, the server was flooded with too many people than expected. He asked me to tell you he’s sorry that I didn’t get back to you sooner. It was so urgent…]
[Very well, well done.]
Jacob returns to his seat and high-fives with the rest of his team. Employees were already in a festive mood. With this strength, I was sold out.
On the other hand, the group that drove Kang Yun mad crossed their joy and embarrassment. His eyes curled, but his mouth only caught a cough.
[Hmm-hmm. Hmm-hmm.]
I wanted to be happy, but they blushed their faces because they pushed Kang Yoon. Beans.
[Ow!!]
An old man with a hot, white beard grabs the head of a man named Jack.
[Ha, Hamel.]
[Can’t you fix the blood vessels at an old age? What is this?]
[That’s… ugh.]
Jack is a man of great age, and there’s a cave in between. Face to face was more than enough. With his face red, he hurries out of the room. People’s eyes were a bonus. The old man who fed him honeymoon came to Kang Yun.
[Sorry, Master. I should have trusted you to the end.]
[No, this is a natural situation.]
[Haha, ha-ha.]
He grabbed Kang Yun’s hand and went out with a nice smile. The team slowly went out. Soon, a cheer burst out from the outside. Then Kang Yun also sat down to make sure his legs were free.
[… Good work, everyone.]
[Master, wait.]
Yes?
Jacob gestures to wake up to Kang Yun.
Kang Yun gets up hard, and I feel something touching his legs and back, and I fall back on him.
[Now, wait…]
[One, two!! Long live the Master!! Hooray!!]
I felt like I was floating, and then I fell back down.
Everyone gathered and was struck by Kang Yoon and flew to the sky. It was a parade.
Suddenly, he lies down, and everyone takes his body by the hand and throws him into the sky.
Uh…
Feeling the feeling of flying into the sky, Kang Yoon closed his eyes. It was a relief that I had crossed a big mountain.
Kang Yoon went to the practice room, where he received a dress and promised everyone a ceremony. Before the holidays, I went to say hello. When Kang Yun entered the practice room, there was a shaker who was shaking himself on stage, receiving a spotlight.
[Ah, Kang Yoon.]
The music stops. Shamur waves to Kang Yun as he steals his sweat.
[Am I interrupting?]
[No, sit down.]
Chemuel sat on the stage and recommended Kang Yoon to take a seat. Kang Yoon stepped on the stage and sat next to him.
[Is it time for private practice?]
[Elena wants to reconcile with the sessions. Oh, you’re free tonight, right?]
[Yes, I think I’ll be free for a few days.]
[Too bad.]
The eye of the Shamur comes down.
[You said it was because of work? Oh, I’ve been holding on to you for too long. Everyone’s gonna want to see it.]
[No, they can do it without me.]
[You’ll be great, but you’ll want to see it. Awesome.]
Shamur tilts his eyes out playfully. Working together, he guessed how much his singers wanted to see him. It’s hard to find a planner who shoots the heart of a singer like this.
Kang Yoon primarily asked about Shamuel’s condition. Shamur also said it was as good as usual. It was no different. After a short breather, the Shamur gets up from his seat.
[Oh, I heard from Mark. They sold out 30 minutes earlier than before.]
150,000 seats. Sold out, and scored in less than an hour. Nevertheless, he was calm, as if it were natural.
[All you have to do is run properly.]
[I see. Oh, I have to work hard.]
Shamur gets up and heads to the center of the stage. As if squeezing, all the lights went out, and only Spotlight shined on him. Sliding, he starts the stage backwards. It was a back step.
No music, no songs. There was only light and dance. Naturally, black light messed with Kang Yun’s eyes.
‘… why do I only see black?’
From one day, the light of the music turned black. I don’t know why. Is it for progress? Or was it regression? I could see the dance, I could see the performance. I didn’t even know that was why I put more effort into supporting it.
It’s inevitable. I could feel the light of the music even when it was black. I came here believing that.
‘I can’t feel anything. Is this not enough?’
The entire body of the Shamur played separately. The joints of the legs and arms moved separately, beating together. The black light is getting darker. The colorful lights from all walks of life reflected on him.
Watching Shamuel dance, Kang Yoon started a lonely fight alone.
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“So, why did I hit the producer or this?”
After Ojiwan opened his evil eyes, Park So-young opened her eyes like a torch and shook her hand.
“Y-y-you can’t be!! I didn’t mean…”
“That’s what he said. You’re asking me why I came here from a famous MG. Beat up the producer.”
“I see…”
Park So-young was embarrassed and couldn’t do this or that. I kept turning around what I wanted to ask. An A&R team leader who used to be a producer, Ojiwan, who was also known by his predecessor MG. In fact, no one was asking.
Ojiwan told me something cool.
“I can do whatever I want here.”
“Isn’t the producer the biggest authority?”
“The A&R team leader is similar. Different companies, though. I can do planning, I can deal with songwriters and singers all I want. It’s no different than before. I’m not a producer, so I don’t know your name or anything like that…”
As the two of them were talking, the iron door opened. Tsukasa was a producer and a humanitarian. There’s another one behind you. He was the director of civil tax at AHF.
“Director Min? I know it’s not Planning Day…”
When Ojiwan asked, the Director of Civil Servants held a bag in both hands.
“I was passing by. Do you think I’m sorry?”
“Oh.”
Park So-young’s eyes were filled with joy. The bag was filled with simple food, including fruits. The director of Mingyeongsa settled naturally. While eating refreshments, the producer Tsukasa said.
“This is regular Aber Nashm Jokeshme. (I want a regular album.)”
It was difficult to understand. She was passionate about getting used to Korean. During the meeting, he said it was okay to speak Japanese, but it was a floating point. I couldn’t understand her until I heard her a few more times. Ojiwan said.
“Let’s start with a regular album,” he said. ”
“Hi.”
“I’d love to… but it’s not easy in Korea. Japan would have done it.
Ethiopia couldn’t do a regular album right away. ”
The singer who sold the most albums in the world today was Ethios.
Collect single albums to create mini albums, and add some songs to them to release regular albums. With the market changing around online, all the singers produced albums in this way. There were no exceptions – Japan and South Korea had high album sales.
Ojiwan heard that.
Tsukasa’s producer shakes his head.
“Nagar Death on the air. This could be EZdore Oridane’s normal Albert. St. Gahaedes.
(You’re going on the air. I think a regular album would be possible if we could raise awareness with this.) ”
After asking a few more times, Ojiwan shakes his head. What if we don’t get viewership? The world won’t be shaken by the destruction of an album, but I didn’t want to come up with an obvious plan.
[Try it first and say no.]
“You have to start from scratch.”
Producer shouting in Japanese, head of A&R team shaking his head. The two conflicts are strained. Park So-young and Moon-hee stared at each other.
“Oh, you’re so stubborn. ‘
Tsukasa, you’re not being very stubborn.
He was also busy watching Ojiwan and the producers of Tsukasa.
‘Japanese producer and Korean team leader. You don’t look so good together.’
I don’t think it’s a productive fight. We don’t even see a compromise. I don’t think it fits at all. I was squeaking from the beginning.
‘You’ll love it.’
I had so much to say to him. Very, very much.
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