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Myeongjeon checked his email once more. The subject line read [Proposal for a Collaboration with White Room on YouTube].

The email began with [Hello, White Room. My name is Im Junhong, a session guitarist who runs [Guitar Channel for Ordinary People | Guitar for Normal People].]. The contents were…

[Hey, it's me. You play guitar pretty well. I have over 100,000 subscribers. I can promote you. I get views, and you get publicity, so isn't that a win-win? Please make the wise decision.]

That was more or less what it boiled down to.

Myeongjeon tilted his head slightly. The name Im Junhong sounded familiar, but…

Ah. It seemed to be the name of the brat he'd met in the early 2000s, the one who had swaggered around boasting that he'd graduated from some arts college. He'd said he had been introduced by so-and-so, and that he was a genius.

‘Come to think of it, that kid came to me a few years ago, too.’

One day, he had suddenly shown up drunk and gone on a drunken tirade about hitting some kind of wall and having no potential for improvement, or something like that.

At the time, Myeongjeon had been living in the countryside in a house he'd built, doing nothing but playing guitar. Since he had some spare room, he remembered telling the boy to stay for a few days and teaching him guitar. After the boy left, Myeongjeon had only heard from him through letters and the like.

Myeongjeon raised and lowered his hands over the keyboard several times. He had asked Ms. Lee Hye-in earlier, “Would it be all right if I went to something like this?” and received her permission, so all he had to do was reply, but…...