Become A Music Monster Overnight! [EN]: Chapter 32

11. Debut.

Although I was about to debut, I didn’t feel particularly excited or thrilled.

Even setting aside Snow Lady, this was technically my first time releasing a mini-album in this world, but it also wasn’t, in a way.

“Is this what they call a paradox?”

Thanks to that, unlike the other guy who couldn’t sleep a wink before Black Tiger’s first debut, I didn’t feel that tension and excitement of it being the first time.

Of course, my uncles, who were in different circumstances than me, hadn’t been able to sleep properly for days due to the tension and excitement.

“Not getting enough sleep is making your face look haggard. This won’t do.”

Uncle Kwak Do-hoon, who had taken up the hobby of grooming his appearance after the music video shoot, had taken out two sheet masks to cover his large face.

Perhaps because of Uncle Kwak Do-hoon’s appearance, which didn’t suit beauty at all, Uncle Jang Tae-shik muttered with an unusually sharp look today.

“I wish I didn’t have to hear any barking around here.”

“Why do you have to say it like that? It’s not like I’m doing anything bad.”

Uncle Park Shi-young quickly mediated, worried that the two might fight again, but Uncle Jang Tae-shik was already fuming.

“I would have understood if you were assaulting people or robbing someone on the street. But to do such ridiculous things with that face…”

“…Still, he did get cleaner.”

Uncle Park Shi-young, who couldn’t bring himself to say he looked better, put it that way.

Uncle Jang Tae-shik, who knew what Uncle Park Shi-young was thinking, shrugged as if to say, “You agree with me, don’t you?”

“It’s just the difference between a barbarian who scalps people and a serial killer.”

“You little punk! Shut up before I really scalp you!”

“Sigh. I don’t know anymore.”

Uncle Park Shi-young was already on edge, and when it seemed like the two were about to fight, he simply gave up.

Soon after, Uncle Kwak Do-hoon threw away the mask on his face, as if he couldn’t stand it any longer, and charged towards Uncle Jang Tae-shik. I watched the scene with great interest.

As expected of people who had been fighting for a long time, the content was more substantial and interesting than most professional wrestling scripts.

Of course, the result was already determined.

Uncle Jang Tae-shik was thoroughly punished, and Uncle Kwak Do-hoon shook off the sweat on his forehead as if he felt refreshed.

I approached Uncle Jang Tae-shik, who was lying as if he had fainted, and asked.

“Are you feeling less tense now?”

“…It’s a little better. By the way, aren’t you nervous at all?”

“Well, what’s there to be nervous about? Everything is going even better than I expected.”

“Yeah, you’re so great!”

“Hehehe. Thanks. Then continue to faint comfortably.”

With those words, I couldn’t hide the smile spreading across my face and got up.

Soon, we were scheduled to appear on ‘Legends of Rock,’ which had already surpassed 14% viewership.

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The ‘Legends of Rock’ special featured a documentary about bands that unfortunately didn’t make it in the first part, followed by a self-camera segment of the G1 band, the star born from ‘Legends of Rock,’ in the second part.

After the first part ended and a considerable amount of commercials aired, the second part began.

The second part started with a black screen flickering, then someone’s face filled the screen.

“Huh? Is this thing on?”

-Tap tap-

With those words, someone frantically tapped the camera, and someone else screamed in surprise and approached.

“Jiwon, stop! Stop!”

“Ugh. What? What’s wrong?”

In the meantime, the screen, which had been zoomed in, zoomed out, revealing G1 band’s vocalist Park Ji-won pouting with her lips like a duck.

Young-shik, the drummer of the G1 band, who had approached, lightly ignored Ji-won’s grumbling, who looked dissatisfied.

“Are you asking because you don’t know? You’re cursed with poop hands [unlucky hands]. You break or smash everything you touch with your minus touch!”

“What are you talking about? Everyone breaks things sometimes.”

“Yeah, you can break things. But the problem is that you have a nearly 50% failure rate. You really need to get a cleansing ritual.”

“That’s right! Get away from here. I don’t want your bad luck!”

Hyung-woon, the guitarist of the G1 band, who had approached, agreed with Young-shik’s words. Finally, Ma Yoon, the bassist, took the camera from Young-shik as if snatching it away.

“Okay, okay! Liberal arts people, get out of here. I’m the only science major in the band, so I’ll take responsibility for the camera.”

Saying that, Ma Yoon, who was moving away from the members, showed the surroundings.

“This is our school’s band room. Our band has received a lot of help from music teacher Kim Chun-shik. Ah, I should get a shot of the teacher at times like this. Where did he go?”

Ma Yoon, who seemed to think that speaking softly meant he couldn’t be heard, muttered as if whispering, then pointed the camera at the juniors with flushed faces in one corner of the band room.

“This is the future of our Sussia band. They’re really hardworking juniors. Okay, okay! Look at the camera and say hello.”

As if waiting for those words, the freshmen waved V signs [peace signs] made with their fingers.

“Mom, I’m on TV!”

“Wow! Are we on ‘Legends of Rock’ too! That’s so cool!”

“Hey! What’s ‘so cool’? You’re such an idiot. Don’t you know it’s a broadcast, you ‘beep’.”

“Ah! That’s right. I forgot. I really felt like a ‘beep’.”

“Our seniors are really ‘beep’. They’re the best.”

“They’re so kind. They’re all really nice.”

“Hey! Don’t use swear words.”

“Ah. Right. It’s a habit. Sorry. Please continue to love the G1 band.”

“I’ll ‘beep beep beep’ anyone who leaves hate comments on our really kind and amazing seniors.”

“Yeah. Let’s ‘beep’ them!”

“S, stop it, you guys!”

Ma Yoon panicked at the freshmen’s swear word festival and quickly turned off the camera.

-Fzzzt!-

When the camera turned on again, the screen showed Ma Yoon passed out.

“As you can see, the cameraman has collapsed, so I’m taking over the camera. Ah! I’m Ji Young-shik, the drummer.”

Young-shik, who was in charge of the drums, briefly showed his face and explained the situation.

“We’re currently on our way to Seoul. We’re not going to the broadcasting station; we’re going to see our master. Do you all remember? Our master that Ji-won introduced in the first episode when she suddenly got excited. Ugh. Today is the day we get our homework checked, so I’m so nervous I could die.”

Young-shik, who looked more nervous than he did on stage, briefly showed Hyung-woon, who was passed out next to him, like Ma Yoon had done before.

“This guy couldn’t sleep a wink yesterday, so he ended up passing out. But there’s one guy in our band who’s unusually calm.”

With that, the camera angle turned to the other side. There, Ji-won, with her cheeks full like a squirrel, was eating snacks like rest stop potatoes.

“The more I get to know her, the more amazing I find her. Surprisingly, she ate two rolls of kimbap [Korean seaweed rice rolls] and ramen before getting on the bus.”

“Chew… Wing. When I was jittle [ticklish].”

“I don’t know what she’s saying. But she gets ferocious if you interrupt her meal, so I have no choice but to turn off the camera.”

When the screen turned off and on again, a familiar face was visible.

It was G1 band’s vocalist Park Ji-won. Ji-won, who had simply touched up her makeup to the point where it was hard to believe she was the same person as the squirrel from earlier, gave a refreshing smile like an idol.

“Hello. I’m Park Ji-won, the precious fairy of ‘Legends of Rock.’ I’m going to our master’s agency right now. The weather is really nice today.”

“Nice? It looks like it’s going to rain any minute.”

Ma Yoon, who had been robbed of the camera, grumbled, but Ji-won didn’t care. She chattered as if the camera was her friend, and only turned off the camera when she got on the bus.

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