Chapter 4

The Music Broadcast of a Genius Troubadour - Episode 4 (4/200)

Episode 4 of the Music Broadcast of a Genius Troubadour

23 years old.

A woman who became a civil servant without graduating from college, preparing for the civil service exam.

Kim Dodam.

Her hobby and special skill were simple.

After finishing work and coming home, she would browse through small streamers (known as "hakko," referring to streamers with a very small audience).

"Hmm~."

As usual, after finishing work, Kim Dodam turned on her computer.

She looked through broadcasts with low viewer counts.

Of course, her purpose was to find undiscovered talent that others had not noticed, so she didn't just randomly watch any broadcast with no viewers.

What she needed were broadcasts that seemed promising but had no viewers.

For ordinary people, finding such broadcasts was like picking stars from the sky, but was Kim Dodam an ordinary person?

Having watched internet broadcasts for over five years, she knew how to find broadcasts that seemed promising but had no viewers.

The easiest method was to look for broadcasts titled "Practice Broadcast."

Most people who were broadcasting for the first time would use such titles, and usually, there would be a gem among them.

"Oh, there's one today too."

Kim Dodam found a "Practice Broadcast" title while scrolling through the broadcasts and felt a sense of triumph.

The current number of viewers was a mere 1.

Most likely, this single viewer was the streamer's phone.

In other words, the actual number of viewers was 0.

This meant it was an incredibly small hakko.

"Ugh, it smells like baby powder."

Kim Dodam, with a pretty face but an aunt-like expression, clicked on the broadcast.

"Ah, hello."

Immediately, a rather good voice came through.

The camera quality, set up to only show the face, was not great, but the sound quality was excellent.

It was hard to tell how expensive the microphone was, but the sound quality was better than most streamers.

In such cases, the type of broadcast was predictable.

"Ah, yes. How did you know?"

"Ah, I spent quite a bit of money on the microphone."

The streamer laughed slightly, sounding a bit disappointed at Kim Dodam's comment.

The laughter was as good as the voice.

It was the kind of sound that would be pleasant to hear when singing.

This was worth listening to once.

"Ah, yes. But I don't know many songs, so do you have any requests?"

The streamer's voice, responding to Kim Dodam's question, was calm and pleasant.

It really did sound good, even when heard again.

With such a voice, even average singing skills would be enough to deliver a good performance.

"Well, it just turned out that way. Haha."

"Um, the song I sing best. Would an original song be okay?"

Kim Dodam smiled as she typed a chat message, amused by the streamer's confidence in presenting an original song right from the start.

While original songs usually fail in broadcasts, a confident and enthusiastic approach was more entertaining than a shy and quiet one.

'Well, and with such a good voice, it shouldn't be completely terrible.'

Kim Dodam looked at the streamer, who had brought a guitar, wondering if he was planning to play it.

Of course, she didn't have high expectations.

There were so many music broadcasts these days.

Just looking at Pafol, a platform with over 15 million subscribers.

In the highly competitive music broadcast market, succeeding with just singing in the 21st century was like picking stars from the sky.

What was important for success in music broadcasts these days was ultimately good conversation skills or a unique concept.

'Oh, and the broadcast name was Troubadour, right?'

Kim Dodam recalled the streamer's name as she watched him get ready to play the guitar.

If the concept was a troubadour, he might do a lot of busking in the future.

There would probably be many videos of him walking around with a guitar.

──♬♪

Fortunately, the guitar playing itself wasn't bad.

Now, the important part was the singing skills.

"Everyone dreams of a happy future."

Anyone dreams of a happy future.

"…Huh?"

As the song started, Kim Dodam closed her mouth.

What was this?

The gentle guitar accompaniment was filled with a voice that resonated.

Even though only the area below the neck was visible on the camera, Kim Dodam could see the streamer's expression.

It was the face of someone who loved singing, smiling brightly and singing happily.

A song that moved the heart, something you couldn't feel from ordinary singers.

This required not just singing skills but also composing skills.

What song could be so overwhelming from the first line?

At least, it wasn't in Kim Dodam's memory.

The smooth voice coming from the speakers.

Even without fully understanding the English lyrics, she could feel it in her heart.

It was probably about drawing a hopeful future.

"Amazing…"

How could anyone not be speechless watching this?

Kim Dodam, feeling goosebumps from the song, forgot to type a chat message and listened to the song for three minutes.

* * *

"…Where did you go?"

Lee Han scratched his head at the lack of chat messages.

There was no specific notification that the viewer had left, but with no chat messages, there was no way to know the viewer's situation.

Maybe they went somewhere after requesting a song.

The sudden lack of chat messages as soon as the song started was evidence of that.

"Well, can't be helped."

Lee Han, not particularly bothered by the lack of an audience, put down the guitar.

At that moment,

.

.

The viewer's chat messages started coming in one after another.

It was as if a dam had burst, with questions pouring in continuously.

This kind of reaction was quite rare.

"Mr. Dodu, calm down first."

"Ah, yes. 'Dodu' is short for 'Doe' and 'Daru,' so Dodu is fine, right?"

The viewer, who had suddenly become Dodu, typed "kkk" in response to Lee Han's comment, finding it absurd.

Did they not like the nickname?

"Ah, I didn't mean it that way. If you really don't like it, just—"

"Ah, that's a relief. Then I'll just call you Dodu."

Lee Han smiled at Dodu's chat, which seemed to have calmed down and continued slowly.

What a curious person.

Maybe it was because he had seen three trolls who typed "What is this?" and "Boring, gg" and left before Dodu came in.

Dodu's polite demeanor seemed incredibly impressive.

'And it seemed like they liked my song.'

Lee Han looked at the chat history.

Dodu had sent over ten questions in about a minute.

While most of the questions were trivial, they were typical reactions when someone liked a song.

They must have really enjoyed the song.

A troubadour's heart wants to give something extra to such people.

"Ask your questions one by one."

"Okay, then the first question is?"

Lee Han continued a simple Q&A with Dodu.

There were more questions than expected, and it took a long time.

Of course, he didn't forget to do an encore before ending the broadcast.

It was a very smooth broadcast for a first time.

He even gained one follower.

* * *

The message that came after yesterday's broadcast ended.

Lee Han, thinking that the cafe's interior design was already good and didn't need much change, got up from the mattress and stretched.

It was 10:00 AM.

If it were yesterday, he would have been preparing to go to his part-time job, but he suddenly had free time.

A full six hours.

'Not bad.'

Lee Han, heading to the bathroom, washed his face and woke up.

Although he hadn't decided what to do with this sudden free time, that was part of the fun.

Freedom came from the little things.

'Should I go for a walk?'

The decision was quick, and the action was even quicker.

After washing up, Lee Han put on a padded jacket over his training clothes, grabbed his guitar, and went outside.

Fortunately, the weather was sunny today.

The wind was a bit cold, but the warm sunlight and the right amount of clouds made it pleasant.

"Feels good."

Lee Han smiled at the pleasant weather, turned on some music, and started walking.

He had no specific destination.

The only set goal was to check the situation of the cafe on the first floor, which was undergoing a major renovation.

Looking at the cafe, Lee Han thought about how much the rich could spend and turned around.

There were many sights to see in this neighborhood.

Most of them were places he had seen in "Lee Han's" memories, but he didn't mind.

There was a big difference between seeing something in a book and seeing it in real life, just as there was a big difference between seeing something in "Lee Han's" memories and seeing it in real life.

He couldn't take his eyes off the surroundings as he continued walking and entered the small park he had visited before.

Last time, there was no one around.

Sure enough, today, unlike the evening, the park was bustling with people.

The right amount of noise and laughter.

'Should I take a break here?'

Lee Han found a nice spot and sat on a nearby bench.

Naturally, he took out his guitar.

With the combination of Lee Han's genius talent and "Lee Han's" memories, he could play the guitar to a certain level even on his first try, but there was still room for improvement.

'Let's practice the guitar while I'm at it.'

Lee Han placed his hands on the guitar.

It didn't take long for the sound of music to fill the park.