Chapter 59: I Became the Older Brother of a Top Star

Ding dong!

The orchestra's harmonious performance resonated powerfully.

Following the piano, the ensemble's sectional playing created a beautiful melody. And leading all this harmony was the conductor.

With his light gestures, the musicians adjusted their dynamics, and the precise timing of which part should play when was determined by the conductor's skill.

However, this flow of beautiful melody did not last long.

"Wait a moment. The cello was too fast just now. Let's start again from the part that was wrong."

Here we go again.

The musicians, tense, followed Jung Yun-seong's lead.

"Ah, this time the violins came in a bit late. There were also a few misplays."

"Ugh, I'm, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. Don't feel pressured; just play comfortably. It's better to make mistakes now so you won't later."

"Okay!"

"Let's try it again."

With Jung Yun-seong's gentle voice, the violinist who had just made a mistake smiled and immersed himself back into practice.

Yang Tae-hoon, the teacher, watched this scene in a daze.

'He's really amazing, no matter how many times I see him.'

Yang Tae-hoon had watched many students conduct the orchestra in practice.

They were still in training and lacked experience, so it was natural for everything to be imperfect.

That's why Yang Tae-hoon always stayed nearby to fill in the gaps.

However,

'I don't need to do anything here.'

This was the first time he felt this way.

The more he watched, the more he was amazed.

"Two notes were wrong here. In a live performance, it might not be noticeable, but now is the time for feedback, so I'll point them out one by one."

Jung Yun-seong's aural skills surpassed Yang Tae-hoon's.

He could even catch the subtle mistakes that only the performers themselves would know, and his feedback was immediate.

Thus, the practice often stopped to give feedback, and time passed.

Usually, the musicians' faces would be full of frustration, but the opposite was true.

They all looked amazed and impressed.

Jung Yun-seong's exceptional skill in pointing out the mistakes they had missed, even the performers themselves, and giving advice to correct them left everyone in awe.

'Maybe this is only possible because the level here is so high.'

If a layperson were watching, they might say, "What's this conductor doing, nitpicking so much?"

But those who play music know.

The skill Jung Yun-seong is showing as he conducts is so great that it's beyond comparison.

'Anyone watching would think he's a very experienced conductor.'

Not only that, Jung Yun-seong also knew exactly how to use the musicians harmoniously.

Which instrument should play softly, which should play strongly, and the timing and dynamics control were the conductor's responsibility.

The quality of the piece and the conductor's skill were determined by how well they did this.

In this regard, Yang Tae-hoon wanted to give Jung Yun-seong a perfect score.

"Thank you all for your hard work today. I know it was tough, but I appreciate your effort. See you all tomorrow."

"No, you worked the hardest, Yun-seong."

"You worked hard too, Yun-seong."

"Ah! Congratulations on being number one!"

"That's right. You were a singer, right? I keep forgetting that when I'm here."

Jung Yun-seong finished the practice and approached Yang Tae-hoon to say goodbye.

"I'll be going now, teacher."

"Oh, okay. You're leaving early today?"

Usually, once they started practicing, they would exceed the scheduled time.

No one forced them, but once they got into it, both Jung Yun-seong and the musicians would lose track of time and focus intensely.

"Yes, I have something to do today."

"Okay, be careful on your way home."

"See you tomorrow."

Yang Tae-hoon watched Jung Yun-seong leave the hall in a hurry, then approached the students who were putting away their instruments.

"Hey, everyone."

"Yes?"

"Is practicing with Yun-seong difficult?"

"Of course it's difficult."

Given Jung Yun-seong's hardcore approach, where even the smallest mistake required feedback before moving on, it was natural for there to be complaints.

But,

"But it's also fun."

"Right. At first, I thought we had to do this much, but now I feel my skills are really improving."

"Exactly. It's like a blockage in my skills has been cleared. I was worried because my skills weren't improving lately, but since I started learning from Yun-seong, I can feel the improvement."

They were very satisfied with the orchestra under Jung Yun-seong's leadership.

They trusted his skill and could feel their own improvement thanks to him.

"And Yun-seong is handsome, too."

"Hehe. It's fun just to look at his face when I'm tired."

"..."

Of course, it seemed they liked Jung Yun-seong for more than just his musical talent.

* * *

"Brother, brother."

"Yes?"

"Look at this."

Click!

Yuna, who was in the waiting room with me, took a selfie of us.

She quickly checked the photo in her album and smiled contentedly.

"Wow, it turned out great."

Seemingly pleased, Yuna started decorating the photo with the sticker app she's been using lately.

"Who are you showing this to? Are you posting it on SNS?"

"No, I don't use SNS. I just keep it for myself. Do you want to see?"

Yuna opened her phone album and showed me the photos stored inside.

There were a few with her school friends, almost no landscape photos, and the most were food photos.

"The photos of me and you are stored here."

The photos of us together were stored in a separate album folder.

There were hundreds of them.

"Why are there so many?"

Did I take that many selfies with her?

But when I actually looked at the photos,

"What? Why did you take these?"

Photos of me working on music, playing the guitar, and even sleeping after working were all there.

"Did they turn out well? When I show these photos, the kids love them. If I post them all on SNS later, people will like them. You have a lot of fans, you know."

"Is that so... I think they look strange."

"No, my friends' reactions are amazing. Everyone will definitely love them. You just need to be a bit handsome."

Then, a few noticeable photos caught my eye.

"Are these from the last ad shoot?"

"Yeah, that's right. They turned out well, didn't they?"

The photos from the cosmetic ad shoot after the hamburger ad were stored in Yuna's phone.

The ad hadn't even been edited or released yet, so how did she get them?

"The sister who took our photos sent them to me. They usually use a lot of Photoshop to get the right effect, but they said our photos didn't need it. They said the photos would be released as they are without any special effects."

The atmosphere on the set that day was really good.

The director and the photographer praised Yuna and me all day.

Even for the cosmetic ad, where they usually use a separate model for the hands, the director decided to use Yuna's hands 100% without any other model.

"Our mom's hands are really beautiful. I must have inherited them."

Yuna played with her long, white hands.

From what I know, Yuna was already famous in the advertising industry in her previous life.

Usually, when famous entertainers model for cosmetics or shampoo, they use separate models for hands, legs, and hair.

But Yuna had everything, so she was photographed 100% with her own features.

"What about you? What do you have stored in your album?"

"Huh? Me?"

"Take a look."

I showed Yuna my album.

"Wow."

My album was very clean.

There were only two photos: one with my family and one selfie Yuna took of me.

"How can you only have two photos? Do you have a secret folder or something?"

"What secret folder? When have you ever seen me take photos?"

"Why not? You should take more photos when you can, so you have memories later."

I didn't really have a hobby of taking photos in my previous life.

But after hearing Yuna, I thought for the first time that I should have taken more.

If you take more now, you can look back on them as memories later.

"Mr. Jung Yun-seong, Miss Jung Yuna, the preparation for the shoot is complete. You can come out now."

"Okay, sure!"

Yuna and I went out for the final ad shoot of the day.

It was the ad for Range, the school uniform brand challenging Goliath, Elliot.

"Have you heard how the shoot will go? We'll take a light video of the two of you taking photos. There won't be any other video shooting."

"Got it."

We followed the staff to the wardrobe prepared by Range.

There were numerous school uniforms on display.

"Wow-"

Yuna looked at the uniforms with sparkling eyes.

"Brother, look. These uniforms are so beautiful."

Honestly, before coming here, I thought all school uniforms were the same.

But there are so many different kinds.

"Our school's uniform is not very pretty. I'm envious."

Since students have to wear uniforms from middle school to high school, Yuna, who is usually interested in fashion, was captivated by the uniform collection.

"But the quality of these uniforms is good. Mine feels a bit stiff and rough."

"Hehe. That's right. Our brand's fabric is soft and doesn't easily get damaged even after washing. That's why people who have tried it say it's good."

"Wow, really? I didn't know much about this brand before I started the ad."

"Of course not. That's why we invited the two of you. We want people to finally know our name. Now, please choose a uniform you like. We'll take beautiful photos of you."

Usually, stylists decide this, right?

"Oh, I told them I wanted to try a style we like first."

"You'll try a uniform in the style you like, and then the stylists will decide the rest."

"Okay!"

Yuna enthusiastically looked at various uniforms, holding them up to herself in front of the mirror. I just watched and picked up a random one.

Then, Yuna quickly came over to me.

"Brother, you're not seriously going to wear that, are you?"

"Well, it looks fine, doesn't it?"

It looked fine to me, but not to Yuna.

I noticed a sharp aura coming from Yuna's body.

She's really serious about food and clothes, and it seems her aura is rising again.

"No way! It doesn't suit you."

Yuna quickly scanned the clothes and handed me a set.

"This should suit you well."

"Really?"

I don't have a good eye for clothes, but I decided to trust Yuna.

I went to the changing room and changed into the clothes.

When I came out, the staff greeted me with bright smiles.

"Wow, it suits you so well."

"Is this a school uniform? Which school's?"

"How can the fit be so perfect?"

Yuna stood next to me, as if to say, "I told you so," crossing her arms confidently.

"Come on, both of you. Let's go this way. Wow, you two are a perfect match."

Following the director's instructions, we walked to the white background set.

"Brother, I hope we do a good job this time so this company can really succeed. Then there will be more beautiful uniforms like these."

Well, it seems difficult for this small company to catch up with Elliot, which already has a dominant market share.

But who knows?

Just like Double Chicken is showing a surprising rise, this company might also show unexpected results.