Now That I Have Become a Woman, I Am a Vtuber - Chapter 630
After entering Kang Woo-hyeon’s recording studio.
“It only has a melody, but once you listen to it, you’ll get the feel.”
“Oh, okay.”
I was momentarily frozen at the fact that I had to write lyrics.
Still, since it was a new song, my heart raced with excitement.
So, with a smile, I put on the headset, and Kang Woo-hyeon played the song beside me.
[♫♬~]
Immediately, the melody came through the headset.
The melody was slightly different from what I expected.
“This is….”
I had anticipated an exciting and lively song since it was for a concert.
But wasn’t it unexpectedly lyrical?
I had doubts and glanced beside me, but Kang Woo-hyeon was just listening to the song with a serious expression.
‘…He must have his reasons.’
I’m just a newbie in the music industry, and the composer is a veteran.
Surely there’s a reason he called this a concert song, so I continued to listen to the track.
[♫ ♬, ♪♫~]
First of all, the melody itself was really nice.
It was gentle yet somehow resonated in my heart.
And while it was lyrical, the sound was rather rich.
If I were to describe it academically, it felt like a calm sea.
It felt like slow waves were rippling over a full surface.
“It’s good!”
So, even though this was a song completely different from what I had in mind, I couldn’t help but say that.
“Why haven’t you written songs like this before?”
“I was just waiting for the right person to appear.”
“…How many songs are there that don’t have an owner?”
“Quite a few.”
The composer downplayed it, saying “quite a few,”
but I had a feeling the number was far from that.
After all, the composer spent almost every day in his workshop.
Given that, he should be constantly creating songs there, yet there hadn’t been any new tracks in a while.
I couldn’t even imagine how many songs were sleeping inside that laptop.
“By the way… do you think this song suits a concert?”
I asked Kang Woo-hyeon again while listening to the song once more.
The song was good, but… what I wanted was a lively sing-along.
If a song like this played, wouldn’t people just watch quietly instead of jumping around?
“A concert isn’t just about being exciting.”
“What?”
“You know this from your previous concert experience.”
Kang Woo-hyeon’s words reminded me of the last concert.
In other words…
It was appropriate for this song’s atmosphere.
The calm waves in the second half of the concert atmosphere.
And the waves of light I had seen every time I participated as a guest at the Slim Gold concert also flashed through my mind.
“Ah… so it’s a tear-jerker.”
“If you insist on expressing it that way… well, you’re right.”
Kang Woo-hyeon agreed, and I laughed, “Aha!”
This is definitely a song to bring out tears.
It’ll heat up the concert hall with a lively atmosphere, then gradually lower the tension, and this new song will make all the fans there cry.
“But what about the lyrics…?”
Of course, this was the story of when I wrote lyrics well.
“You’ll have to do that well on your own.”
“Eh… me?”
To bring out tears of emotion, no matter how good the song’s melody was, I had to write the lyrics well first….
I had almost zero literary talent to inspire others.
“Is it not allowed to get help?”
“Of course not. This song is a gift for the fans, so try to write the lyrics like you’re writing a letter.”
“A letter?”
“Yes.”
“Me?”
“Yes.”
A letter? Me?
I pointed at myself with my long, white fingers, and Kang Woo-hyeon nodded.
Oh… that’s a bit difficult.
I had never written a letter in my life.
Isn’t that embarrassing?
Mrs. Jang’s neighbor’s daughter used to write letters for Parents’ Day… even when I would just hand over a flower carnation instead, I was that kind of person.
“Is it… possible?”
With only a month left until the concert, it was natural to lack confidence when tasked with writing new song lyrics like a letter.
“If you do well, I’ll give you another song.”
Knowing my personality, Kang Woo-hyeon dangled a carrot instead of a stick.
“Huh? Another song?”
“Actually, it was a song I was originally going to give you, but I think it would be good to reveal it at the concert.”
Saying that having two new songs would make the schedule tight, Kang Woo-hyeon tapped on the laptop a few times and played the new track.
Unlike the previous new song, this one also had a guiding vocal.
[♫♬! ♫♬-!!]
This song seemed to be just right for the concert I had envisioned.
It had a catchy and lively beat, precisely the kind of style I liked.
“Uh, um….”
“You can’t. The previous song must be completed before I give you this one.”
“Ugh….”
I closed my eyes tightly, refused before even saying a word.
Just writing lyrics for one song means I get two songs in return.
And it’s a new song from the famous composer Kang Woo-hyeon… one plus one…!
Then I had no choice but to write the lyrics no matter what.
“So, what do you think? Will you bring the lyrics back?”
So that day in the recording studio.
“Yes… I’ll bring them….”
I nodded under the pressure of the new song.
**
And so, that evening.
With my hair tied up high, I revealed my snow-white neck as I took out a notebook and pen from my desk.
First, I had to write lyrics.
I planned to draw a mind map in the notebook, just like I learned from Rain.
People’s hands must move to stimulate the brain.
Rather than typing on a keyboard, I held the pen with my own hands.
Still, my hands, which had once drawn countless pictures, began writing words smoothly, as if oiling the halted and creaky gears of my brain.
[New song, lyrics, letter, fans, broadcast, viewers, gratitude, grace, rivalry, civilization, Romance of the Three Kingdoms….]
Since I had to write a letter to convey my feelings to the fans.
I began to spill out random words while recalling memories from my past activities, and soon the notebook was filled with writing.
“Hmm….”
Then, I put the pen to my lips again and began to stare at the words.
‘If I weave them together well, I feel like the letter’s content will materialize….’
Still, it felt quite embarrassing.
Writing a letter.
Isn’t this typically a rather embarrassing act?
Of course, many people don’t find it that way, and it’s subjective, but at least that’s how I’ve always seen it.
How do I convey my feelings through words?
Although I had no confidence in expressing them verbally either…
“Sigh.”
Thud.
As I sighed deeply, the pen resting on my thick lips fell.
But I couldn’t just not do it.
Picking up the pen that had dropped onto the notebook, I turned the page.
I had to weave together the words I had seen earlier and write something.
Scratch… scratch….
And so, late in the evening, my writing began.
But given my background, I am truly a liberal arts student.
Comics, anime, novels.
Including movies and dramas.
All forms of creative work have been thoroughly imbued in my brain.
However, my closed-off literary talent did not bloom, and beautifully crafted sentences didn’t neatly form in my notebook.
“Ugh!”
Early in the morning.
After three long hours without writing a single decent sentence, I leapt from my seat.
Though I was confident in my ability to sit still at my desk,
just sitting there for a long time didn’t yield any words worthy of being written in a letter.
“Huh….”
Eventually, feeling frustrated, I tossed the notebook and headed to the broadcast room.
Feeling completely blocked,
I thought to turn on the stream and play a game to clear my mind.
“Hello. It’s late at night.”
– Oh??
– What is this? lol
– Haha, I knew it.
– Da Miro.
Since I turned it on later than my usual time,
viewers who hadn’t expected it suddenly cheered at the unexpectedly turned-on broadcast.
“Are you all awake?”
– It’s daytime right now??
– It’s not time to sleep, haha.
– I just got up, haha.
“Oh… um, yes.”
Now that I think about it, everyone was awake.
I should’ve refrained from asking that.
– What’s with the reaction? f**k;
– Zero Army is embarrassed????
– You weren’t sleeping either.
“I didn’t sleep because I was working.”
Since I was coming back from writing lyrics for a new song,
in some way, it was work, right?
– Oh…
– Is he really working??
– Is it for the concert?
“Well, you’ll all know later.”
It’s a new song being made by writing lyrics in the form of a letter.
I can’t just skip mentioning this process during the concert.
Even if I decided not to, Sangshik Entertainment would push for it as a surprise….
– What do you know, f**k;
– Can’t you just tell us now??
– Ah, he’s pretending to be high and mighty again, haha.
– Miri, stop fussing and play the game.
Even these snarky viewers would someday understand what I’m saying today.
[Thank you for the 1,000 won donation, ㅇㅇ!]
So, what game are we playing? Let’s go!
Well, anyway.
This broadcast was turned on to play games, so I should play something.
“…We held a Romance of the Three Kingdoms competition, right? As the host, I can’t lose.”
– ??
– ?
– Is this how we’re going to start the day??
– What are you talking about, f**k.
– Ah
– f**k haha
– I’m sorry…
“What are you sorry for?”
– Ah
– Don’t speak like that, please;;
– Argh!
– pfft
“Alright… let’s see how this goes.”
With that, I momentarily forgot about the lyrics.
Grinning, I turned on the game as I always did.