Morning time zone.

The eyes of the soufflés, who were starting their day's work in a relaxed manner, sparkled.

'It's WiApp!'

[Surprise live start!]

New Black: Ramen tastes best when boiled in charcoal.

When I pressed WiApp on the unique title, the video played.

no.

I thought it was playing, but it wasn't.

[A temporary error has occurred. please try again.]

There were so many people that I was able to get in only after competing for access.

Only then did I see the faces of the members.

We were sitting around the table with steaming bowls of ramen in front of us.

[Soufflé! We are here!] [Yay!]

Although he was smiling lively, his face looked tired for some reason.

Bijou stroked his hair and explained.

[We are now in the hotel room. Today, we had a charity fundraising party in connection with Myeongju Myeongju's performance.]

The soufflés nodded.

'It's over now.'

Although it was not widely reported in the domestic media, it was a fundraising party that was widely talked about on social media.

Photos of the world's richest people, celebrities and New Black, all of whom are known by name, are being posted on social media.

I also heard that the jazz performance played by Woo Joo was very well received at the venue.

'Is this real?'

For Soufflés, who were watching such news from a remote land, there was nothing but confusion.

For some reason, I feel a bit of distance.

[It's late at night and I can't sleep, but I missed you all.]

Universe said with a smile.

[I thought about how difficult the party was, but all I wanted to do was eat ramen.] [Really. What kind of party are you thinking of? ... .]

Members who can't choose what to say.

Rihyuk received the words with a blank expression.

[The physical strength consumption was enormous. I'm on my feet all day, and I also have to deal with important guests.] [Huh... ... .]

It was somehow limp.

Fans laughed at the sight of these people looking into space with moist eyes, saying that they don't seem to be the party type.

At that moment, Junghyeon announced an important matter.

[By the way, everyone. We eat ramen, but there is no kimchi.] [That's right... ... .]

At those words, Koreans said, "Oh my gosh."

Isn't there radish radish in seolleongtang, pickled radish in jjajangmyeon, and kimchi in ramen?

[Is it because I came to America and only ate really delicious dishes? I wanted to taste the taste of Korea for the first time in a while.] [But there was no kimchi... .] [I will blow ramen. Let's eat first.]

The members were in tears as they sucked on the ramen noodles.

Meanwhile, it was a five-member group that told interesting behind-the-scenes stories that happened at today's party.

It was a time when the soufflés were laughing as they returned home and told their families what had happened today.

-But you guys are eating two bowls of ramen???

The members were outraged by the comment someone posted.

[Two bowls!]

Then he spread three fingers.

[It's our third bowl.] [As you might have guessed, we couldn't turn on Wi-App while eating the first and second bowls.] [If you had seen us just now, you probably would have turned away.]

Rihyuk pointed to Jiho's T-shirt to see the soup splattered on it, and there were indeed ramen soup stains all over the place.

And then they start talking loudly again.

Some astute soufflés noticed that their singer was a little different from usual.

'hmm?'

An idol who savors every time Korean comments come up like he's chewing kimchi.

[Hehe.]

The soufflés shook their heads.

'Is it because of my mood?'

But once again, the flow of English comments passes and Korean comments start popping up.

The members' nose size expanded with joy.

[Hehehe.]

Although they don't speak openly, the five-member group exclaims 'haaaa' every time they see a comment in Korean.

The soufflés' eyes glowed sinisterly.

'what. This feeling of being taken advantage of.'

'Did you just use WiApp because you wanted to see comments in Korean?'

The reason they have no choice but to be so suspicious.

[Hehehe.]

A man with his hands on both cheeks was making a unique laugh every time a Korean comment was posted and was about to die of joy.

The fans who saw that were excited and moved their fingers.

'I look at it because it's cute.'

Seeing their favorites squirming, the soufflés began typing comments in Korean.

Comments are exploding!

and.

The reaction of favorites to these comments... ... .

[everyone!]

Ding.

The screen finally turned off showing Jiho's brightly smiling face.

[A temporary error has occurred. please try again.]

Fans shed tears.

* * *

Fortunately, I was able to get some sleep last night.

I think it's because I gained psychological stability by talking on the phone with acquaintances and meeting Soufflés through WiApp.

"Hwaaaam."

I yawned and smiled at my managers.

"Did everyone sleep well?"

"I slept like I was dead. really."

I also nodded at Mingi's words.

I haven't been sleeping well lately, but I slept really well yesterday.

"I think this is doubly difficult because it's written in English."

"We had a hard time using an interpreter. "Still, I'm so tired, but I think you guys must have been amazing."

"It was twice as difficult as when scheduling in Korean."

He said with a pleasant smile.

"But today is much better than yesterday. Now I feel like my daily life has returned to its original genre."

"I know what you mean. "So do we."

"I did that on purpose yesterday when I talked to the fans."

What happened yesterday really felt like a dream.

I'm not saying it feels like a dream because I like it, but because it really feels like a dream.

Just as there are romance, comedy, and action movies in movies, there are genres in everyday life as well.

However, events like yesterday's fundraising party were events that did not fit into the genre of my daily life so far.

It's fun and good, but would you say it feels like the male and female protagonists in a romantic movie suddenly turn into a spy story? Lee Hyuk suddenly goes to the gym and says 'Protein!' As if the scene of people shouting,

"Do you know what it's like to feel like it's real but doesn't feel real?"

"You know, you know."

The managers sympathized and burst into laughter.

As the car departed for my solo schedule, I stretched and said.

"Anyway, I'm going to stay away from parties like this for a while. "I guess it's not for me."

I would rather clink glasses of cola at a restaurant with my younger siblings.

"Wooju, did you see this?"

Wonseok held out a tablet with his large hand.

There, in English, there was news about yesterday's party written in large letters.

[A record-breaking amount of money is raised for a genius who returns after 20 years.]

There was a big headline above a photo of my younger siblings singing and me playing the piano.

News posted on famous entertainment magazines and art sites.

He handed the tablet back and smiled with satisfaction.

"Is the promotion successful?"

"It's not at the right level, but it's amazing. "Anyone who is interested in this news would not know this."

"It was worth standing all day yesterday."

I smiled and looked at the reactions of English-speaking people.

Then I looked at the scenery of New York City.

As of today, the US schedule is also the last.

While my younger brothers practice at the hotel for KMA, I have meetings, and in the evening I have dinner with LeBlanc's Chairman Wenger, and that's it.

"They said they're all here. Let's get ready to get off."

A building with a unique square design catches the eye.

Today's meeting place was Lincoln Center, the building that houses the Juilliard School in New York.

* * *

"Are you here?"

"Uh, okay. "What about meals?"

"I just ate a hamburger, but I really want to eat kimchi stew..." ... ."

"I'll buy it for you when I go to Korea."

Producer Seung-ju Ha from Korea and officials from the Myeong-ju Myeong-ju Foundation.

"The winner of 1 million dollars has arrived!"

"ha ha ha!"

I greeted Paul Laurent and other prominent figures in the music world whom I had met yesterday with a light hug.

This is one of Lincoln Center's performance halls.

Lincoln Center is the building that houses the famous Juilliard School of Music, along with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, the Metropolitan Opera Company, and the New York City Ballet.

It was a place I sometimes dreamed of when I was preparing to enter music school, but I ended up coming here for a different reason.

Life is so amazing.

"But can we have a meeting here?"

"yes."

Ray Barkley, a jazz professor at the Juilliard School, smiled, showing his white teeth.

"There are not many meeting places that can accommodate this number of people."

"I guess so."

After looking around at the people sitting in the auditorium, he went up to the stage.

While key officials sat comfortably on chairs on the stage, I also sat on a chair and looked at over 300 people.

He tapped the microphone and said.

"I guess I should start with a Korean greeting. "Did everyone eat well?"

"yes!"

The people who come here are the ones who will coordinate specific details related to Dad's performance.

player.

producer.

Performance-related personnel, etc.

Although I was nervous to sit in front of them as they were the best people in the industry, I was equally excited.

"First of all, as you may have heard, a truly record-breaking amount of money was raised."

Joyful cheers and applause.

"So I think the scale will be much larger than previously expected. "We plan to change the schedule of performances only in major cities such as Korea, the United States, Japan, and Europe to a worldwide tour format."

Everyone nodded.

"So, I would like to hear your opinions. "If you have any opinions, please raise your hand and speak."

The first agenda is 'How will we select performers?'

"We will go with a format where the musicians on schedule go on tour."

"That won't be physical time, right?"

"I think it would be a good idea to have famous performers from each country perform."

They coordinated the agenda among those who clearly appealed their opinions, and sometimes reached conclusions one by one by mediating with those who had strong opinions.

First is the question of how to select performers.

"I will divide the part into three."

Europe, the United States, and other individual countries.

Among them, it was agreed that the performers who would perform in North America would perform in Korea and Japan.

I whispered and asked PD Ha Seung-ju.

"Are there really no musicians?"

"If you really want to find it, there are some, but most of them are people who have advanced into the classical music industry."

Unfortunately, the Korean performance could not be performed solely by domestic personnel.

Because most of the musicians discovered by my father entered the classical music world, there was a lack of manpower in the jazz field.

From the perspective of Koreans in the 90s, 'If you're going to do music, it should be classical music!' It seems like it was a strong thing to do.

Of course, those who are now classical musicians tried to help in many ways, but it was difficult for them to help as musicians.

So in the end, I decided to get help from American performers.

"What are your thoughts on the performance schedule?"

A performance planning expert answered my question.

"I have to perform in Korea first... Considering the amount of unreleased sheet music, it will probably be possible as early as January."

"Is that possible?"

「... ... In fact, the Korean performance has to start at that time to create a proper performance schedule."

Even though they may have cleared their schedules, they definitely have a full-time job.

For that reason, it seems like they are trying to complete everything before the second half of next year.

"For me, the faster the better."

He smiled gratefully at the performers who volunteered for the performance and also talked about the recording schedule.

It would be nice if the song came out around the time of the performance.

As we talked like that, there was an eerie atmosphere.

Let's all work hard together! atmosphere.

and.

"Then, would you like those of you who signed a contract as a performer to come here for a moment?"

With only those left to prepare for the performance.

As copies of the score were released one by one like PPT slides, the excitement at the scene began to explode tremendously.

"and."

The performers' eyes sparkled.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement, as if they realized that what I played yesterday was just a taste.

Meanwhile.

"this... ... .」

The older drummer touched his forehead. With a somewhat embarrassed and troubled expression.

While everyone was happy and excited, people tilted their heads at the different atmosphere.

"Why are you doing this?"

In response to questions from other musicians, the older musician sighed and pointed to the sheet music.

"I recently wrote a jazz textbook that reflected the latest research... "That's what comes to mind after seeing these masterpieces."

The gray-haired musician smiled faintly.

"I'm saying we'll have to rewrite that part of the textbook from the beginning."

The gathered performers burst into laughter as a group.

I also laughed along with it.

* * *

After promising to keep in regular contact with the performers.

Lastly, we had dinner with Chairman Georges Wenger.

This is a restaurant with a panoramic view of Manhattan, and the main menu was a high-quality lamb rib steak.

"I heard that Lee Hyuk is very sensitive to the scent of food. So I chose this restaurant. "It's really a house that doesn't smell at all."

"uh? Is it true? "It's fragrant."

It was a steak without any of the lamb smell that Koreans are sensitive to.

While we ate our steaks, the waiter filled our glasses with wine and cola.

And the matters conveyed by Chairman LeBlanc were as expected.

"Leblanc is always waiting for you."

Chairman Georges Wenger began to whisper sweetly.

-When is your ambassador contract renewed? My deadly wealth is waiting to tempt you!

-money! money! More money!

-How much will it cost? How much can I buy your small and precious heart?

Private yacht. A house to stay in America.

A rich man ranked among the top 100 in the world was gently waving a bundle of money.

At first, I wondered why they put so much effort into shooting up to $1 million, but Seok-Hwan told me a secret.

-Chairman Georges Wenger is in good shape. They say sales in the clothing division went up 30% after you walked in the fashion show. In particular, clothing-related sales in Korea increased by 400%.

As the so-called 'granny chic' look spread, sales of derivative products rose sharply.

When I heard that the global sales of luxury brands with over 1 trillion won in sales in the Korean market alone increased by 30%, I could understand these actions.

Naturally, Chairman Wenger's thoughts were also read.

-Even if there is just one person, this is how much profit you can make. What if everything else is there?

So Chairman Wenger's eyes were shining like a person trying to collect Exodia.

Mysteries are solved one by one.

Why are each brand trying so hard to include me and my younger siblings in the Met Gala, where only their top celebrities participate?

Why suddenly become a 'fashion icon' in the fashion industry? Does it float while doing so?

The answer was money.

Chairman Wenger, with such intentions, tried hard to lure his younger siblings, while also waving a sweet carrot at me.

"Jimmy."

"Yes, Chairman."

"Is Sunny's Met Gala outfit ready? "It seems like there are only six months left."

"sure. haha!"

Designer Jimmy Robbins, a genius among geniuses, showed off his sketches of the outfits to be worn at next year's Met Gala.

"Hooooooo!"

My likeability rose vertically.

"Hmmmm."

At the same time, I can feel my younger siblings' favorability decreasing.

The dinner ended beautifully with a toast to and from Jimmy Robbins.

And on the way back, the younger brothers came to a conclusion.

"I don't think the fashion style suits me."

"Something like that."

I think they showed Jimmy's sketch from six months ago to show that they were paying attention.

It seemed like it had the opposite effect on the younger siblings.

I asked.

"Is this strange?"

When I showed the sketch again on my cell phone, my younger siblings asked, 'Huh?' showed a reaction.

Rihyuk opened his eyes wide.

"uh? what. Are you okay? what? Was the lighting strange earlier?"

"ah."

But this time something seems strange to me.

Clothes that used to be nice suddenly didn't look that good.

"ah. wait for a sec."

I held the sketch upside down.

"He was holding it upside down."

"... ... ."

While Rihyuk turned into a stone statue with his mouth open, the youngest smiled happily.

"I will never sign a contract with LeBlanc."

"Hey, Biju Kim. Don't we have to go to the Met Gala together? "Can I go in separately with Woo Joo?"

"Hmm, we still have to go together... Still, that's a bit... ... ."

I looked at my younger siblings who shook their heads mercilessly and looked at the distant sky.

'My fatal wealth!' Hahaha! I quietly handed an apology to the chairman of LeBlanc, who was smiling.

sorry. President.

I guess I failed at seducing my younger siblings.

-No, then my 1 million dollars is... !

I ignored the auditory hallucinations that seemed to come from somewhere and looked at JFK Airport approaching in the distance.

Where the flight to Korea is waiting.

however.

"Hmm?"

Is it because of Chairman Georges Wenger?

I don't know why I suddenly feel this cold feeling on the back of my head.

* * *

When New Black was leaving for Korea.

Here was a graduate student who was happy to have achieved success.

'Hmmmm~'

Mini-me dolls of New Black members were shaking on the key ring hanging on the bag.

Lululala A college student walking down the hallway.

'It's finally over!'

Sonya Adams, who is completing her master's degree in jazz at Juilliard, presented her graduation thesis.

[On the concept of freedom and aesthetics contained in Seon Myeong-ju's music]

The reason she chose this topic was simple.

'Father of the Universe!'

As I delved deeper into music, I found out that Choi Ae's father was a famous jazz musician.

And the Universal Father was just as great as his Son.

Sonya, who was fascinated by watching videos from the past, immediately decided on 'Seonmyeongju' as her thesis topic.

"Professor Barkley?"

"come in."

Professor Raymond Barkley, a portly figure, was looking at something with his glasses on.

She entered, leaving the door open.

"I finally finished my graduation thesis!"

"Hoo. "You mean the paper about Myeong-ju Myeong-ju?"

"yes!"

However, Professor Raymond Barkley did not even open her paper.

Instead, he just took off his glasses and washed his face with a very embarrassed expression.

"You know, Sonya."

"Yes, Professor!"

"I'm talking about a thesis about Seon Myeong-ju... "This is the standard from 1999, right?"

"of course... Do you? "Because he passed away in 1999."

"Did you hear about the newly released scores not long ago? The color of the music is completely different from before. "Some say that textbooks need to be rewritten."

It seems that a lot of scores by a genius who predicted trends 20 years from now have been released.

Professor Barkley said as his student's expression turned earthy in real time.

"I guess I'll have to redo my thesis..." ... ."

"... ... ."

"I'm sorry, but I think I have to."

Soufflé Sonya Adams, who wrote a thesis on the topic of Choi Ae's father.

Not long after, she came out of the professor's room and said, 'Noooo-!' He collapsed in the hallway and screamed.