Long-Term Goal

The drums, which had been ringing out without emotion, now take on color. The difference isn't great. To anyone listening, it sounds like they've merely changed a little.

But just as a butterfly's wingbeats can summon a typhoon, a small change brought about greater changes. The result is dramatic.

The stifling atmosphere, as though they had come to a classical concert, is gone. The drums' sound has grown richer. The beat rolls and surges. The atmosphere is completely different from practice.

The sorrow and loneliness, despair and anger, cheers and joy contained in every drumbeat. The complex, varied emotions occasionally produce jarring sounds that reveal her inexperience, but it's enough. Though puzzled by the completely transformed sound, the band members began releasing bits of their own emotions.

The result is unmistakable. The atmosphere is somewhat different from ordinary CCM, but regardless, it's enough to make people get to their feet. Without anyone telling them to, people began rising voluntarily and singing.

Playing suitably over it to make the drums stand out, Myeongjeon looked at the people in the hall.

‘I think she gets it now.’

Myeongjeon murmured inwardly. He had expected it, since Seoha was sufficiently talented. He hadn't expected her to realize it through personal sorrow, but regardless, he was glad she'd learned to put emotion into her playing.

He hadn't been able to do that in the past. He had only realized it after becoming ‘Ha Suyeon,’ but the Seo Myeongjeon of the past had been unable to properly bring out emotion-based playing.

Instead, Myeongjeon had been able to play in another way. Playing based on fierce calculations. If he made the guitar tremble a certain number of times in this way at this exact moment, people would hear it in such and such a way… That sort of playing. Fake emotion created through perfect technique...