Open Mic (5)

They say words without feet can travel a thousand li. These days, though, words struck by lightning travel far faster than that.

The story of a session player who had screwed over music director Kim Jaehun—more famous in the screen-music industry for being a rotten bastard than for his actual talent—spread everywhere in the blink of an eye.

“Heard about that Hoon-bastard?”

“I heard it that very day. Heh~ I always knew that bastard would get what was coming to him someday.”

Most conversations centered on screwing over Director Kim Jaehun, a public enemy, but some went in a different direction. The staff who had been there that day had let slip stories that were hard to believe by anyone’s standards.

“You got all the guitar recording done in one take? What the fuck are you talking about?”

“No, seriously. My friend was on the staff that day, and they said they saw it with their own eyes.”

“It’s not like some veteran pros went in there. She was obviously a high school girl, wasn’t she? And you’re saying someone like that finished the recording in one take? Talk sense.”

“But I’m telling you, it’s true. This is so frustrating.”

There were people who denied what had actually happened...