I feel wronged.

Apparently, teacher Winston Ross pointed to a glass and said, 'Play with this,' so I did as he was told.

"ha ha ha!"

The old man with the cane burst into laughter.

Mr. Winston, who was laughing so hard that his uvula was visible, shook his head.

"What kind of idiot in the world would play a piece of glass just because they asked him to do so? "I can't do it even if someone tells me to."

"That's right. "Is this okay?"

Other musicians joined in and approached the table full of glasses.

Some people try to play by tapping with their fingers and then say that it is difficult.

"It's difficult."

"After all, it wasn't something that anyone could do."

While muttering that conversation, he glances at me.

It was a completely different perspective from before.

Would you say that people who used to just look at me cutely now seem to look at me on an equal level?

"first."

Camilla Baker spoke to me, holding the saxophone in her meaty hands.

"Go sit down at the piano. universe."

"yes."

"I feel like something is coming to me. "Let's play together."

Our managers probably thought it was a good behind-the-scenes look, so they picked up their handycams and started filming.

While I sit on the piano bench, the musicians quickly find their seats.

The vibraphone player held a metal bar, and the drummer readjusted the hi-hat.

"Let me see."

Before writing the song, I looked at each person here and wrote down their names one by one on my phone.

Winston Ross, who was standing next to those waiting for the performance, asked.

"What are you doing now?"

"Because of copyright issues. The names of those who participated in the performance... ... .」

"Uuuuu!"

The musicians who had been waiting excitedly booed.

"There's no need for that!"

"Hurry up and play!"

"It even resembles a tendency to be needlessly meticulous. "I'm afraid someone will say he's not his son."

I nodded to those urging me to play quickly before this inspiration disappears.

Then he placed both hands on the keyboard.

When I played with a glass glass earlier, it was difficult to reproduce it properly because there were some lacking scales, but I think I can play it properly now.

"wait a minute."

Before playing the piano, I relaxed my fingers while pressing chords used in jazz.

Meanwhile, the sounds of drums and saxophones from musicians who cannot control their excitement come in.

The excitement slowly builds up without me even realizing it.

I think I understand why jazz musicians become immersed in their solo performance and play the piano or drums like crazy.

Who wouldn't be excited when the music is perfectly matched like this?

"Then let me begin."

I immediately started playing the melody I had just thought of.

It wasn't jazz.

Since each composer has a different style, the melody I came up with was far from jazz.

Just as marathoners and sprinters have different running styles even during the same race, my melody was closer to pop music.

But these guys were making it jazz.

'wow.'

I can see one of our managers mouthing an expression of admiration.

While I press the keys softly and cheerfully, instruments come in through the gaps and gaps.

Maybe it's because I've already heard the melody once, but the combination is perfect.

If classical music feels like reciting a beautiful story to the audience, jazz feels like a conversation between instruments.

"Try to catch your breath for a moment."

When Winston placed his hand on my shoulder, I stopped putting my hand on the piano for a moment and switched to playing accompaniment.

Immediately, a trumpet solo appears, as if responding to the melody I just played.

It feels like your own story is being told to the story I told you.

"Okay, let's go back now."

I continued playing lightly as the hand gently pushed my back.

Did about 5 minutes pass by like that?

He put down his hands on the piano keys and smiled as he looked at the other players.

There was a deep lingering feeling in the studio.

"This is really... ... .」

Trombone player CJ said with a smile.

"It's an amazing song."

It was time to burst into joyous laughter with the performers, who looked satisfied with the improvisation they had just played.

Tung. Tung.

asked Mr. Winston Ross, who called to the engineer beyond the window with a tap of his cane.

"Has it been recorded?"

-yes.

"Let's take a listen."

Music started flowing through all the speakers.

"and... ... ."

It was a result that truly exceeded my expectations.

The recording that comes out after tens of thousands of practice sessions is great, but you can feel the charm that only improvisation can provide.

"Have you decided on a title?"

I nodded to what Winston Ross said.

"Because it's a song about a question... Of course, Answer."

「Answer.」

The jazz great nodded and smiled at me.

"Congratulations on creating a good song."

* * *

The performers smiled happily.

'It was fun.'

Jazz musicians, who are more sincere than anyone else when it comes to improvisation, excitedly made suggestions.

"Shall we try a few more times? "I think we can make it better."

"Is that so?"

At those words, Woo Joo waved his hand and said.

"There is no need for that. "Everyone must be so tired, so why don't we just end here?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Nonsense!"

"Once you start, you have to see the end!"

These were people who showed a resolute determination not to give up until the perfect result was achieved.

Camilla Baker lifted her lips from the sax reed and spoke.

"I feel at peace. "It's something we do because it's fun."

"is that so."

The universe smiled upon them.

"thank you. really."

And the musicians saw something strange.

The corner of Woo Joo's mouth curls up when he says that he will help with all his might.

'hmm?'

When the performers blinked their eyes, startled by an insidious smile, the smile had disappeared before they knew it.

For some reason, the expression resembles that of an angler who has caught a big catch.

The performers, who at first wondered if they had seen something in vain, soon thought back and were astonished.

'wait for a sec.'

There was a face overlapping like a painting.

It was so long ago that now only memories remain, but what Myeongju left behind were not only memories.

-Should we practice somewhere? Who said Torture? It should be called Practice.

-ha ha ha! Is it fun? Is it fun? Hurry up and say it's fun.

-Talent is precious. It is not right to save that precious gem-like talent.

His children, colleagues, seniors and juniors who had come into contact with Myeong Myeong-ju in various ways were shocked and trembled.

Then he shook his head.

'Ah~ I guess I saw it wrong.'

Even if the genes are inherited, what are the chances that the son, who could not even watch his father's recording process, will be the same?

While the performers were thinking about that, Woo Joo was talking with the manager.

"What did you talk about?"

Universe answered the question of Raymond Irwin, who was in charge of drums.

"I postponed my flight schedule by a day."

"ah."

"At first, I asked to re-book the ticket, but it turned out that it was my private plane. Haha. "Work has become easier in many ways."

"Aha, I see."

... Raymond Irwin, who was answering, paused.

'hmm?'

he asked.

"Why did you delay your flight by a day?"

"... ... ."

The sight of the pop star smiling silently sent chills down the spines of jazz musicians.

* * *

Pyeongchang, Gangwon-do.

With about two months left until the Winter Olympics, the Olympic organizing committee was busy preparing today.

"How many meters is the wind?"

"Today's speed is 18 meters per second."

"... ... ."

Director Kim Ik-hwan, who was holding a walkie-talkie, just burst into laughter.

"I decided to look at the LED panel later because it could blow away in the wind. "Tell the volunteers to wait a moment."

"yes."

"The wind has to calm down. "I really want it."

A glass window with a clear view of the Pyeongchang Olympic Stadium.

It was when coach Kim Ik-hwan, standing in the control room at the top of the stadium, sighed while looking at the wind blowing.

"Director."

"uh? why."

"Mr. Woo-Joo sent an email."

Director Kim Ik-hwan, who went to a corner so that others could not hear, asked the staff.

"You sent an email?"

"I thought it was related to the song you mentioned last time."

"song?"

It took me quite a while to understand what was being said because there were so many different things floating around in my mind.

'ah! 'That's it.'

As Seon Myeong-ju's last performance became an issue, it was a stage that the Olympic organizers decided to specially prepare.

A proposal that came out after a long meeting.

-It connects the national stars of the past with the national stars of the present! It feels like a connection between the 1988 Olympics and the 18 Olympics. Wouldn't 'connecting the past and present' be a good theme?

As such an idea came up, a concept appeared in the mind of a famous director who had shot 10 million movies.

A son playing his father's song.

Next, the Olympic opening ceremony begins in earnest, with his own song played.

What he was thinking of was a song by New Black that had symbolism and would look great when played on the piano.

"Let me see."

Director Kim Ik-hwan returned to his personal office and turned on his laptop.

A crowded mailbox with hundreds of unread messages piled up in just one day.

I clicked on the email sent by Lemon Enter.

"hmm? "A self-composed song?"

The opening ceremony director and key officials nearby asked.

"You said it was your own song?"

"I guess so. "Woo Woo sent his father's unreleased song and his own song."

"ah... ... ."

The officials smiled delicately.

'It should be good.'

Of course it would be nice if it was an unreleased song written by my father, but I have a strange feeling about the piano song written by Woo Joo.

Even if you're a composing genius, there's no way you're good at everything, right?

This is the Olympic stage.

Since it was a stage where the best songs were played, it was difficult to be satisfied with just a few songs.

Actually, the problem is even worse... ... .

'How can I reject a song if it's not good?'

At the moment, it is difficult to say something you don't want to hear from a top star who has an incomparable status in Korea.

Someone asked cautiously.

"Director. If the quality of this is zero... ... ."

"Or you should refuse. "Don't worry about that."

Director Kim Ik-hwan said with a smile.

"And let's not judge before we even see it. "I think the song Woo Woo wrote is somehow good."

He was a director who carefully examined their characteristics every time he met with actors who would appear in his movies.

Thanks to that habit, he had also figured out the characteristics of Seonwoo.

'If I'm not sure, I won't go forward.'

Although he is famous for his clumsy image to the public, he is incredibly meticulous when it comes to business.

My style is to prepare until I am confident.

For that reason, director Kim Ik-hwan had high expectations for the quality of the song he had just sent.

"ruler. "Let's listen."

There were three files.

The first was a song written by Myeongju Myeongju and contained a message asking people to be careful about security.

The piano solo starts soon after.

'It's a similar start to Moanin.'

The staff members opened their mouths wide as the song started with a light piano sound like Art Blakey's song.

"and... ... ."

Geniuses are geniuses for a reason.

It doesn't have any scent from the past, so much so that it can be said to be a song released in 2017. This song is truly sophisticated and elegant.

At the same time, it had a serious atmosphere, making it a suitable song for the Olympic opening ceremony.

"Next is the answer sent by the universe."

"It's Q&A. "If you put it together."

Soon, people's hearts were pounding as they played the song sent by the universe.

'I hope it's good.'

But that tension didn't last long.

"uh?"

"Huh?"

Music that connects naturally, as if Seon Myeong-ju just wrote part 2 following his own song.

Of course, there were differences between him and his father.

Compared to his father, who exuded the scent of jazz, his son's songs had a pop-like vibe.

As soon as the song finished playing, someone said.

"Shall we continue listening?"

The staff burst into admiration as they listened to the Question and Answer immediately after.

In particular, the music director stuck his tongue out.

"Woo-joo, I think you made the right decision."

"The blood really isn't going anywhere."

"I think it's really true that if you're good at one thing, you'll be good at other things too. Wow, to bring this to life like this... ... ."

People who were worried about what would happen if things didn't turn out well just now were now talking about a bright future.

The opening ceremony director turned his attention to the general director.

"Do you think I can upload it like this?"

"okay. "Let's keep going like this."

It was time for the staff to get busy with the general manager's approval.

Director Kim Ik-hwan, who was left alone, smiled.

'I'm really looking forward to the opening ceremony.'

Songs made at a high level of quality.

A piano stage where the son of a legendary musician plays as a national star.

It was a time when a happy smile appeared on the face of the director, who was so exhausted that dozens of gray hairs appeared on his head.

"ah."

Come to think of it.

"I didn't hear this."

The third file sent as a bonus among the attached files.

The explanation is that it was a collaboration between jazz musicians and an orchestra.

Director Kim Ik-hwan laughed loudly while playing the file.

"That's amazing."

A sound with a richness that cannot be felt when solo.

Director Kim Ik-hwan, a jazz enthusiast, smiled happily and relaxed for a moment.

'Good.'

It couldn't be better.

"however... ... ."

Director Kim Ik-hwan tilted his head as he looked at the numbers attached to the file name.

Answer_69.wav

The number 69 after the file name.

What is this?

"Is it even a performance episode? ha ha ha!"

The Olympic director did not think that would be true.

* * *

After spending some beautiful time with jazz musicians in New York.

After completing the song "For the Olympics," I returned to Korea with a relieved heart.

-Z, it was fun.

-Do you know what it feels like to be hit with a saxophone? Hopefully you'll find out, universe.

-okay. Teacher Seon Myeong-ju was that kind of person... ... .

thanked. Performers.

By the time the perfect performance came out at the end, I smiled happily as I remembered those who had almost become green onion kimchi.

I gained another song and lost friends like this.

But it's okay.

"Because I have you!"

I spread my arms and ran towards the subordinates who were resting in the practice room.

"brother!"

"Guys!"

"I missed you!"

"me too!"

We hugged each other tightly, telling lies that didn't even make sense to each other.

"Now have you realized the importance of your brother?"

"no."

First, give the ungrateful Jiho a limited edition figure from a hero movie.

"I think I finally realize the importance of my brother!"

"okay. "Thanks to you, his brother suffered a heartache."

"Oh my~ my brother is pretty!"

They smiled happily and gave each person the gifts they had prepared.

A Christmas sweater reminiscent of Harry Potter for Biju, and various snacks for Joonghyun.

"Wow, pop-up book!"

There's even someone who likes their ears prickling as they look at pop-up books recommended for children under 13.

There were reactions that made it clear that buying a gift was worth it.

Mrs. Kim Deok-soon and Tae-hyeon put aside the gifts for Hanzo and shared their current status with their subordinates.

"... That's how I created the song Answer."

"oh my god."

I talk about episodes I had with jazz musicians.

"For us, nothing really happened."

"I just really practiced."

The henchmen talked about their daily lives over the past two days, and it seemed that there were no special episodes.

"Ah, but that came out. "Billboard's year-end settlement."

"Year-end settlement?"

Every December, Billboard magazine announces this year's Hot 100 chart and this year's singer rankings.

The story was that we were ranked there for the first time.

Metro, released in August, is in the top 20, and our name is also in the Top Artist ranking.

"Good."

I think they have made a good first step as a new boy group in the United States.

Biju asked with a smile.

"How was it in America? "Did you look into your brother?"

"I heard there are people who recognize it, but there are more people who take it coolly than are surprised."

"is it so?"

"huh. I think people in New York are cool. Even if you see someone famous, do you feel like they are just like that?"

I stretched and smiled at my younger brothers who said, "That's right."

"I'll have to try harder next year."

"I guess so."

Biju smiled and nodded.

* * *

Same time.

Recently, a video has become a popular video on a short video platform that has become popular in the United States.

[When you meet a star on the street]

It was a video with such subtitles floating in the center of the screen.

-I know you.

A group of people coolly talks to a handsome man walking on the streets of New York.

The leader of New Black waves his hand and says 'Hi', and the group also waves to Woo Joo with a cool expression.

And the moment the universe turned around and disappeared.

'Ahhhhhh-!'

'oh my god!'

'He's famous!'

Americans start screaming on mute and getting excited.

The video ended with people screaming among themselves with their eyes wide open, saying they had seen a famous person.

Someone watching the video again.

"good night... ... ."

"what? "Is it Biju?"

"it's nothing. brother."

Rain Alcohol, who was watching every move of Choi Ae, who was in the United States, quickly hid his identity.

Then I deleted the favorite video address.

"ruler! Let's become more famous!"

"Become famous!"

Bijou smiled brightly as the members prepared for the end-of-year stage practice with great enthusiasm.

'This must be kept secret.'

It was the dark side of the New Black, smiling brightly even today.