Become A Music Monster Overnight! [EN]: Chapter 17

7. Lee Na-eun

I finished saving the video I planned to upload to my YouTube channel this week and stretched out languidly.

“Ughhh!”

I groaned without realizing it; I must have been pushing myself too hard lately.

“No choice.”

Yeah, no choice.

Regardless of how tired I was, now was the time to work.

Currently, I was working on three things.

Among these, the heartfelt cover video I just uploaded was the least demanding.

Thanks to Uncle Jang Tae-shik’s support, the studio’s quality had greatly improved, and I could produce a satisfactory song in half a day for arrangement and recording.

Polishing it still required a considerable amount of time, but even that was manageable within half a day.

So, the reason I was fighting fatigue like this was because of the other two tasks.

The most time-consuming of these was, of course, teaching the masters, who were now addressed as uncles.

The process of teaching the masters was honestly not easy, even as a joke.

“Ugh! I can’t do it anymore! No, I won’t!”

“Hahaha. Don’t be a child. Get up.”

“Can’t we go a little slower?”

“We’re already going slow enough.”

“Hmm. It’s a bit tough.”

“Would you like another Bacchus?” [Bacchus is a popular Korean energy drink.]

“…..”

-Crack!-

Since they all had quite the temper, they couldn’t last more than a few days with the oppressive teaching before exploding.

“Ughhh! Guitar is one thing! But bass, drums, and even keyboard? What’s with that!”

“…..”

It was surprising, but I had actually anticipated this situation.

I shrugged and asked.

“Did you think I didn’t know how to play the other instruments?”

“Uh… really?”

I shook my head and approached Uncle Moon Il-beom, who had spoken those words.

“Excuse me for a moment.”

Then, I snatched the bass and started playing it right there.

-Thump! Thump! Thump… Doom! Doom!-

As the performance continued, Uncle Moon Il-beom’s jaw nearly dropped.

After finishing the performance for about a minute, I handed the bass back and carefully closed my uncle’s gaping jaw.

Afterward, I approached the drums and keyboard, as if issuing a challenge.

-……-

When I got up after finishing the keyboard, the practice room was filled with silent screams.

I said to the uncles who were screaming internally.

“You need to get to this level. You need to be at least this good to perform. Right now, even recording is too much.”

They say the scariest violence is ‘fact violence’ [a term for being brutally honest], right?

Where did those energetic figures from earlier go? Now, only dejected middle-aged men remained before me, watching my every move.

“Can I get an answer?”

“S-Sorry.”

“Ugh. My mouth! This blabbering mouth needs to be slapped.”

The Chief Uncle became like a docile new bride, as if he had never lost his temper, and Uncle Moon Il-beom slapped his own mouth, looking utterly defeated.

Uncle Jang Tae-shik, who had asked to slow down a bit, simply repented with a silent attitude.

“I’m saying in advance, I didn’t say anything.”

Kim Il Master quickly said that, and Park Si-young Master just groaned and nodded silently.

We had already signed a contract to do this, but I didn’t even think about taking out the contract.

We weren’t just seeing each other briefly, and more than anything, I knew that showing it to the masters, who had the spirit of rock resistance as their foundation, would only increase their resentment.

‘It’s a relief that I’ve already experienced this in the other world…’

The best way to subdue the uncles is to overwhelm them with skill like this.

Maybe it’s because they’re old-fashioned, but strangely, when I gave them a reality check with my skills, they listened like a charm.

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