Devil’s Music

Chapter 303: Second Fury

Chapter 303: Second Fury

In the suite of the Grand Hyatt Hotel on East 42nd Street in Manhattan.

Geon regained his consciousness and saw Lynn, who had returned to the hotel, sitting on the sofa, sipping coffee, and tapping her fingernails on the table. Lynn murmured softly,

"We're making a new version of 'Fury,' and Mr. Geon wants to share it with as many people as possible, as quickly as possible. But even if we start planning now, the only available time due to booking issues at live venues would be after Mr. Geon's vacation ends, huh..."

Lynn turned her head and looked at the calendar on the hotel wall. After staring at it for a moment, she suddenly jumped up and grabbed her phone from the bed. She made a call with the experienced demeanor of a businesswoman.

"It's me. Connect me with the event planner at Liverpool Sound City as soon as possible."

After hanging up, Lynn placed her phone on the table and stared at its darkened screen. It wasn't long before the phone lit up and vibrated. Taking a deep breath, Lynn picked it up.

"Hello, this is Son Lynn."

"Yes, Director. This is Ryu Wei from the Strategic Planning Office. I'll connect you with Joe Allen, the team leader of the Public Relations Team at Liverpool Sound City."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"This is Joe Allen from the Public Relations Team."

"Nice to meet you, this is Son Lynn from Fantagio."

"Yes, Director. I've been informed in advance. What can I do for you?"

"Has the lineup for Liverpool Sound City been finalized?"

"Of course, the festival is just two weeks away. We've finished the location and are now setting up the equipment."

"Is there any chance you could spare one performance slot?"

"Well... if it's Fantagio... Are the musicians from China?"

"No, it's Montana."

Crash!

There was a sound of something falling over on the other side of the phone. It seemed Joe had dropped the handset as a loud noise came through, causing Lynn to pull the phone away from her ear. After a moment of rustling, Joe's voice returned.

"Hello? Are you there?"

"Yes, go ahead."

"Sorry about that. Did you just say Montana?"

"Yes, that's correct."

Joe Allen, the team leader, fell silent again. Liverpool Sound City, while an international event, was not a stage typically sought after by major musicians. It was a large music festival in Liverpool, a city known for three days of performances that had begun the career of bands like The Beatles, but the venues were small, including shopping malls, parking lots, warehouses, and clubs. However, the clubs in Liverpool included the Cavern Club where The Beatles actually performed, but they were small. If Joe could secure Montana's performance, his promotion was practically guaranteed.

"Hold on! Please wait a moment, I'll check the schedule."

"Alright, I'll wait."

The sound of papers shuffling came through the phone for a while before Joe Allen's voice came through loudly.

"Who set up such a tight schedule!?"

Fortunately, he had put down the handset before yelling, so Lynn's expression didn't sour, but his voice of despair wrinkled her face. After a bit more shuffling, Joe's voice continued.

"I'm sorry, but the schedule is too tight to fit in Montana's performance. They would need to perform at least three songs."

Lynn tapped the table with her free hand and spoke.

"What about just one song?"

There was a pause on the other end. Joe Allen, seemingly baffled, spoke after a moment.

"You mean, Montana would come all the way to the UK to perform just one song?"

"If it's just one song, would that be possible?"

"Well... if it's just one song, we could squeeze it into the intermissions between musicians..."

"Good, if you can meet our conditions, let's proceed with that."

"Conditions? You aren't going to ask for a guarantee, are you? We don't have the budget to offer a substantial guarantee for a major musician like Montana..."

"No, our conditions are to promote Montana's participation in the festival to as many people as possible from today until the start of the festival, to have multiple stages for one song, and to perform on an open outdoor stage rather than in a formal club, these three things. Can you do that?"

"The first one is also in our interest. And the second, if it's just one song, we can manage several times. But the third, I don't understand. There are plenty of clubs in Liverpool that can produce the right sound. Why would you want an outdoor stage where the sound disperses?"

Lynn took a moment to catch her breath before responding.

"It's the musician's desire to connect with as many people as possible."

"Ah, I see. Montana

is really something different, haha."

"So, it's possible?"

"Yes, of course. But please send an official participation document by today. If we start marketing and then the participation is canceled, the loss will be great."

"I'll send it within an hour."

"That's very decisive of you, haha. Then I'll prepare the posters and website listings right away. Oh, by the way, what song will they be performing?"

"'Fury.' They will perform this one song on all stages."

"What? Fury... is the vocalist..."

"Yes, that's right. Kay will participate."

Crash!

Again, something fell over on the other end, and Joe Allen's shout burst out.

"Are you serious?! Kay is coming?"

The shouts of other employees who overheard the call were combined with Joe's loud voice, which Lynn heard as she pulled the phone away from her ear.

"Did I hear that correctly? Director! Director!"

Lynn put the phone back to her ear and spoke in a calm, business-like tone.

"Yes, you heard correctly. Kay will perform at Liverpool Sound City."

"That's... oh, I understand! I'll start a massive advertising campaign right away! Actually, I'll pour all the auxiliary budgets into marketing! Please send the official documents, Director!"

"Yes, I will send them soon, thank you for your efforts."

"Thank you! Thank you, Director!"

As Joe Allen continued to express his thanks endlessly, Lynn hung up first. Rubbing her ear, which seemed sore, she relaxed and smiled as she drank her coffee.

**

Late at night.

Having reassured everyone, Geon argued that there was no need to spend the night in the uncomfortable hospital and sent everyone home. Shizuka, who had come to the hospital with homemade food for Kiska and Geon, was the last to leave the spacious VIP room, leaving just Kiska and Geon. As Shizuka exited the room, sending regretful glances back, Geon sat on the bed and quietly looked at Kiska.

After staring at Kiska's cute face for a while, Geon, looking into the girl's eyes, said,

"Kiska, I was really surprised earlier by your voice?"

Kiska blinked her large eyes and tilted her head as Geon laughed and said,

"Your voice is so pretty and cute, that's why I was surprised."

As Kiska stared up at him, Geon stroked her bangs and said,

"I didn't know you had such a pretty voice. It's the prettiest voice I've ever heard."

Geon, just looking at the girl, hugged Kiska and said,

"Aren't you sleepy? It's time to sleep."

As Geon was about to leave for the bathroom, Kiska, who seemed to be getting up to go to the toilet, whispered quietly,

"Is my voice... pretty?"

Geon's body froze, and turning around, his eyes met Kiska's as she lay blinking her large eyes under the blanket.

"Did you... speak again?"

Geon approached the bed, leaned close to Kiska with wide eyes, and asked,

"Kiska! Say it again, what did you say just now?"

Geon urged Kiska, but her mouth did not open again. After trying to talk to Kiska for a while, Geon shook his head in disappointment and got off the bed. Scratching his head as he headed to the bathroom, he glanced back at Kiska and muttered,

"Ah, has your head not healed yet? I'm sure I heard you say something."

Watching Geon enter the bathroom, Kiska pulled the blanket over her head and chuckled quietly.

"My voice is... pretty."

Kiska, with the blanket pulled over her head, rolled around on the bed, seemingly pleased. After returning from the bathroom, Geon saw Kiska rolled up like a ghost under the blanket and chuckled.

The next day, ignoring the doctor's objections, Geon prepared to leave the hospital. Byungjoon rushed into the room as he received a call from the hospital administration office and burst through the door, yelling at Geon, who was sitting on the bed buttoning his shirt.

"Hey!! You're not supposed to leave yet, where are you going!?"

Geon turned around on the bed and smiled.

"I'm fine, bro. It was just a severe headache."

Byungjoon stomped over to the bed, about to yell, but upon catching Kiska's gaze as she sat quietly on the sofa, he shook his head in disapproval.

"Kiska, I brought you ice cream."

Kiska's eyes lit up as she received the bag of ice cream from Byungjoon. After handing the ice cream to the girl, Byungjoon spoke in a slightly calmer tone.

"You asked Director Lynn to let you perform, right? What performance are you planning with that body? You're leaving the hospital now to tweak the music, aren't you!"

Fully

dressed, Geon smiled and approached Kiska, who was struggling to open the ice cream by herself.

"Bro, how can you just hand it over like that?"

Geon opened the ice cream lid and handed a spoon to Kiska before standing up. Smiling at Byungjoon, who was glaring at him, Geon took a coat from the wardrobe and put it on, saying,

"'Fury' and all the music I create are like my children. I don't want to be a father who just throws things together and doesn't take responsibility. I have to correct what is wrong."

Byungjoon frowned and asked,

"What? What did you throw together? What are you talking about?"

After lifting Kiska's face and wiping her mouth smeared with ice cream, Geon grinned.

"I have to stay by the side of my still imperfect child. That's what a father does."

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