Chapter 5

Genius Minstrel's Music Broadcast - Episode 5 (5/200)

Genius Minstrel's Music Broadcast Episode 5

On the first day he arrived, he hastily arranged [Wish].

This was the first song that Lee Han composed and sang during his Lucas days.

The affection he had for this song was extraordinary.

Of course, that doesn't mean he disliked other songs.

Perhaps the significance of being the first.

‘I can hear it.’

Lee Han took in the sound of leaves rustling in the wind, the distant sound of cars, and the sounds of children playing early in the morning.

To some, these might have been noisy and annoying, but to Lee Han, each sound was a performance, an instrument.

The free and resonant sounds.

And the world seemed to brighten in response to those sounds.

“Phew.”

Feeling the inspiration coming, Lee Han subtly adjusted his posture.

This drew a bit of attention from a few people in the park, but it was fleeting.

Probably because the guitar sound was drowned out by the children's noise.

Lee Han closed his eyes, ignoring the people around him.

He was in a state of extreme concentration.

At some point, only the sound of the guitar and the melody of the song he sang in his previous life, along with the freely fluctuating melodies around him, entered his ears.

It was a very satisfying time.

Because during this time, he felt as if he and the song were one.

──♬♪

Lee Han's hands slowly began to move.

This was the starting point for both Lee Han and the minstrel.

With a heart full of high expectations, the clear melody of the guitar began to blend with Lee Han's voice.

It was like a white pigeon, once trapped in a cage, now spreading its wings freely towards the vast sky.

“Everyone dreams of a happy future.”

Anyone dreams of a happy future.

The clear song resonated around him.

Although the sound was not rich with only the guitar, it didn't matter.

Once a song was sung, it stayed in Lee Han's mind.

Other instruments could be added gradually.

Starting with the drums that set the beat.

The piano that sets the overall flow.

The sub-guitar and bass that control the melody.

──!

The various instruments that 'Lee Han' remembered and learned through Nertube were added to his mind.

Thus, a perfect harmony was formed in his mind.

If the opportunity arose, he could complete the song quickly.

Surely, the opportunity would come soon.

“Stretch.”

After finishing the arrangement of the song, Lee Han stretched.

It was only about 15 minutes, but his whole body felt stiff.

Of course, even this fatigue was something he enjoyed.

‘Definitely need more exercise, though.’

Standing at 181 cm with a well-built physique.

Even though others might think he was slightly on the thin side, the way Lee Han created music was so unique that he felt his ordinary stamina was far from enough.

To sing all day, he needed to build more stamina.

‘Hmm? But, what's that noise...’

Whoosh!

As his senses slowly returned, the surrounding sounds gradually grew louder.

“Is this a song you made, big brother?”

And the first sound he heard clearly was a child's voice nearby.

Lee Han confirmed the little kid staring at him intently.

Even though he hadn't sung very loudly, the child had somehow heard the song.

“Where are your parents?”

“Didn't come with me.”

“Then your friends?”

“Umm, no. Just came to buy ice cream by myself.”

The little kid showed him the ice cream in his hand.

Just buying ice cream by himself.

He seemed a bit more mature than other kids his age.

“Then, is this a song you made, big brother?”

“Ah, yeah. How is it? Is it good?”

“Yeah, I really like it. Are you a singer, big brother?”

The little kid nodded, his eyes sparkling.

He seemed to really enjoy the song.

But, a singer...

“Hmm, not a singer. Just... a regular minstrel.”

“Minstrel? What's that? Different from a singer?”

“Well, similar to a singer but a bit more approachable to people?”

“Wow! So it's even better?”

The little kid, understanding the concept, said that minstrels were the best while waving his ice cream.

His face was full of innocence.

A pure, untainted innocence.

“I want to be a minstrel when I grow up!”

“Oh, that's great.”

“Yeah! I'll grow up and sing amazing songs like you!”

“Really? Then take this.”

Lee Han gave his pick to the cute little audience.

It was a cheap white pick he got when he bought his guitar, but the meaning was what mattered.

“If you show me that pick later, I'll give you a great gift.”

“A great gift?”

“Yeah, a really great gift.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Lee Han nodded at the little kid's repeated question.

In fact, he didn't know what the great gift would be, but he could think about it later.

“It's a promise!”

“Of course. A promise.”

“Yay!”

Lee Han smiled as the little kid, who had made a finger promise, turned around to show it off.

Today seemed like it would start off refreshingly.

* * *

Lee Han's life, filled with music, continued similarly.

The 5th day of his morning walks had become a daily routine, and the arrangement of [Wish] had reached a level where he could perform it without feeling embarrassed.

And the most important thing.

The number of broadcast followers had increased by 4.

Now, the total number of broadcast followers was 5.

Although the number of viewers remained at 3-4 because Doji hadn't come to the broadcast for 5 days, Lee Han was satisfied with this achievement.

After all, singing the songs people wanted and chatting with them was enjoyable.

Today, Lee Han started his broadcast in a good mood.

His routine was to take a walk, shower, and then start the broadcast.

Once he started working part-time, he would probably start the broadcast after finishing work.

“Ah, everyone, hello.”

As soon as he started the broadcast, Lee Han greeted the two viewers who had come in.

By the way, 'Eumhan' seemed to be a shortened form of 'Eumyu-sin' (minstrel).

‘But, Doji isn't here today either.’

Lee Han thought about Doji, who hadn't come to the broadcast.

The first viewer who had shown a lot of interest during the first broadcast.

Well, it was possible that he didn't have time to watch at 11 AM on a weekday, but the fact that he hadn't come was clear.

‘And without Doji, there's no one to request my original songs.’

Lee Han thought about [Wish], which he had taken the time to arrange perfectly.

His broadcast involved chatting and singing requested songs, so he couldn't sing his original songs without someone requesting them.

Of course, he could sing them himself if he wanted, but that wouldn't be as fun.

It would have more impact if someone came and said, “Sing your original song!” and he replied, “I've been waiting for this moment.”

‘Maybe I should wait a little longer.’

Lee Han patiently waited, thinking that Doji might come back.

Or, he tried to.

If someone hadn't come to the broadcast, that is.

Oh!

They say if you talk about a tiger, it will appear, and Doji appeared at the right moment.

Lee Han greeted Doji, who hadn't been seen for a while, warmly.

“Hello, Doji. It's been a while.”

The chat filled with 'dd' in response to Doji's message.

Even though the other viewers were seeing Doji for the first time, they continued the conversation in a friendly manner.

This was a characteristic of internet broadcasts.

“Anyway, since it's been a while, would you like to request a song?”

“What happened?”

At Doji's words, the chat momentarily stopped.

By not typing, they implicitly gave permission for him to speak.

From the previous broadcast, it was clear that the audience of a music broadcast was a bit more gentle compared to other broadcasts.

“Don't worry, just say it.”

The chat quickly filled with messages.

Lee Han put down his guitar and prepared to listen, unsure if it was a concept or real.

Clearly, it was more important to listen to the story than to sing a song at this moment.

“What happened?”

“Love-struck.”

Doji answered Lee Han's question and continued talking.

“Hmm...”

Lee Han tried to find the right words, given the seemingly serious situation Doji was in.

It sounded like he had completely overhauled his business place because of a part-time worker.

“This isn't a small matter. It sounds very serious.”

The viewers' concerns and worries rose.

Naturally.

Overhauling a business place wasn't a small matter.

It would cost at least a few thousand.

“Is it a bit delicate to talk about your father's business, but did your father do something wrong this time? Or is the part-time worker a music major or an aspiring entertainer?”

“Oh, that could be a big problem. If you incurred debt because of this...”

“Boast?”

Lee Han cut short, not understanding Doji's words.

There seemed to be more to the story.

“Oh.”

Lee Han nodded, understanding the situation.

It wasn't a situation where the family would fall apart due to debt, but rather a worry that his father was too gullible.

“Don't think of it that way. Doji's worry is a big worry.”

After comforting the viewers who seemed to feel betrayed, Lee Han picked up his guitar again.

What could he do to comfort Doji in a music broadcast?

“Let's listen to a song and shake off the worries.”

The chat filled with question marks in response to Doji's words.

Lee Han nodded, unseen on camera, and adjusted his posture.

It was the perfect situation to play [Wish] again.

Lee Han was confident.