Debut or Die - Chapter 580

If you can’t debut, you’ll die of an illness Episode 580.

A concert is a comprehensive art.

Testa knew this all too well and did not stop discussing it with various people involved, unsparingly spending time on stage composition and directing.

just one thing.

After distributing only keywords for each solo song, the performer decided on the stage himself.

Because there should be such sudden fun.

-Then, Chungwoo-hyung, let’s use a lift device for the stairs… What about the door?

-hmm.

Park Moon-dae struggled for quite some time on how to implement his solo stage.

Will you show an unexpected side?

Will you show what you do best?

‘Both have their pros and cons.’

So he adopted both.

‘I guess I can assign them to the options one by one.’

What if the two options are slightly different from each other? The burden was enough for him to bear.

But at the same time, I was giving more electrons to my heart.

‘An unexpected appearance would be more fun.’

A kind of obsession to show a new side of himself because many things about him will be familiar to the fans unconsciously influenced him.

‘… There is a limit to the impact even if you keep doing well.’

I already know that Park Moon-dae is good at it. you’ll get used to it

Even though he divided and allocated the practice time like a knife, the impression was left on him unconsciously.

So, in his heart, he thought that he would have to consider the options for the first concert so that people would choose ‘unexpected appearance’ as much as possible… … .

And time has passed now.

The audience’s choice is over.

[Stays in the elevator.]

[WONDER]

“… … .”

on a dark stage.

The big moon held its breath and raised its gaze.

A clear and thrilling sound of string instruments echoed around the elevator floating alone in the air under the spotlight.

A tickling accompaniment with a lot of soft flats.

melody you know.

Before I could specifically recognize what it was, a voice poured out of the slowly opening elevator.

[Turn the wheel

to fly away]

“… !!”

[The melody resonates, it’s beautiful,

it touches your heart, let it pop]

You know the lyrics.

The big moon realized like a thunderbolt.

This was not a song from the latest album, a personal OST of Moondae Park, a solo song that was officially released, or a cover song of another singer that was shown on a variety show.

One day in the past, Testa’s title song.

[Give me the wheel

so I can go to your dream]

.

In a more lyrical and calm arrangement, Park Moon-dae’s voice floated.

‘ah… … .’

It was a euphemism I hadn’t heard in a while.

This is because this song did not remain as a regular setlist for Testa concerts.

Because it lost its place to a new song that combined this song with the double title Dawn.

so it’s nicer

Even more so, if it is Park Moon-dae.

so… If you sing well.

[Stay today,

it won’t end like this, let me in]

Clear, breathy high notes filled the speaker clearly.

Rather than being hard, it is released somewhere transparently, and the resonant sound makes you listen.

‘ah.’

With just one chorus with nothing in it, people just stared at the stage without any distractions.

at that time.

Tok. Tok. Tok.

The door opens completely with a knock in the elevator.

“… !!”

The moment it was opened, a blue scent poured out.

And the inside of the elevator is fully exposed.

[Wooo- wo wooo-]

The inside filled with the warm electric light was full of flowers and plants.

It was full of spring and summer that bloomed profusely.

“ah… !”

In the middle, Park Moon-dae stood in front of a clunky standing microphone.

He did not bring flashy and overwhelming choreography or unconventional arrangements.

They are just standing in a stage setting floating in the air.

singing a song

[

I want to meet

you, the thoughts I always have before I go to sleep, I want to meet

you forever]

In the elevator, a barefoot man wearing a white knitwear, Gently raised the head of a standing microphone with rusty vines attached to it with both hands.

[Small wind rises

drop by drop

and sparkles dazzlingly

on the ferris wheel ]

The only accompaniment is a thin stringed instrument.

A voice that sounds like talking echoes all the way to the end of the silent concert hall.

[Imagine

me leaning against the window

, like I was a child]

An elevator is a space for movement.

However, he wanted to provide the most fantastic stay for those who chose to stay.

Just a beautiful flashback.

A dream from the past.

[Your eternal childhood

That’s me,

I forgot my sleeplessness and went to sleep-]

The sound that reached the low pitch hit and rose again.

Let the exhilarating good feeling suddenly pass by.

[Ohh- oh-]

I drag it up with one breath without a breath.

With the last voice, all the instruments that have endured rush in and cover the end of the audience like a wave.

From the bottom bass to the top riff melody.

from low to high notes.

And a voice that shines brightly in the center.

[Turn the wheel]

Soap bubbles pour around the elevator.

[Let it fly far away]

The dimly twinkling reflections flickered on the stage and illuminated the audience.

[The melody resonates so beautifully that

it touches you too, let it pop]

The colors of the light stick rippled like an aurora.

[Spin the wheel

so it flies away]

The chorus rippled along.

[The melody does not disappear,

stay with you, let it be]

Park Moon-dae desperately raised his voice.

[Breathe hard

so that the heat can penetrate you too-]

For the people who chose this option he didn’t expect.

In fact, the choice he tried to induce in his first concert was… It wasn’t this.

It was ‘RED’.

– Of course I would choose to get out of here.

An elevator is a place for movement.

And people like stimulating things.

Park Moon-dae easily drew conclusions from the two facts.

If the VCR gives you a choice, you will of course choose the option to leave the elevator.

If you’re immersed in the story, the option to step outside and run into the flickering darkness will be exciting.

Something more stimulating and new.

So, without hesitation, he put ‘unexpected appearance’ on the selected option.

However, the concert did not go as planned and Park Moon-dae was unable to attend the first concert due to an unexpected accident.

In this situation, people who were worried about Park Moon-dae in the end chose a more moderate and friendly option unconsciously.

What remains in the elevator.

-WONDER.

And ‘WONDER’ was an option to show them what Mundae Park does best.

the whole song.

… … Moondae Park’s singing.

[Turn the wheel

so that it stays in your dreams]

The song got deeper.

In the shaking elevator, Mundae Park looked at the lights that filled his eyes… I knew it by chance.

‘Is it so?’

I was less confident in this choice, but I think that’s why I want to show it more clearly.

no i want to show

I wanted to fulfill all expectations.

To those who chose Bakmundae, which they know instead of something new.

To those who choose to stay together.

To do so… .

‘I just need to do better than expected.’

Park Moon-dae grabbed the microphone head.

[So that our never-ending story

sinks in your ears]

More earnestly.

[Umm-]

I grabbed the ensemble of the splendidly blooming string instruments and my voice stretched out.

It doesn’t show off or get buried.

The singing voice with a clear presence becomes a harmonious and intense focal point by winding all the melodies of the accompaniment like a core.

No more hotel lobbies or wires. I don’t care about lighting, equipment, or directing.

Only Park Moon-dae and his voice in the elevator caught the attention.

[Wooo—!]

I want to satisfy.

I didn’t want to give them the time to evaluate them saying that the live performance was really good.

Park Moon-dae tuned each syllable with all his might.

intensely.

[The end won’t come,

I’ll remain like the film

in the shining lens ]

A voice that stretches out alone without accompaniment.

Inside the elevator, he slightly closed his eyes and lowered his hand.

It is filled with breath and voice without any other melodies.

[Because it is here]

One image is again imprinted on the surface of the water as if it covers all the incidents and overflows.

What everyone is already familiar with.

What a great singer he was.

[Continuously draw me

inside of you]

Park Moon-dae smiled and took his mouth off the microphone.

[Still fully forever]

… … .

Breathless stillness.

A single string instrument started a soft accompaniment.

In the meantime, the elevator containing Park Moon-dae started to go up slowly as it was open.

Park Moon-dae leaned loosely on the standing microphone and looked at the high-rise audience.

And the moment it hit the ceiling, the light went out.

pop.

the song is over

Homma was barely breathing and clapping when she realized that she had almost broken the cheering stick.

I didn’t have any thoughts in my head.

* * *

Backstage.

“It was really, really great… Just on stage… !!”

“… … .”

“Mundae… ?”

“thanks.”

Park Moon-dae blinked his eyes.

My head was dizzy.

‘What did you do?’

It was the first time I had ever been so engrossed.

I thought that I would not fall out anywhere thanks to my usual concentration and even S-grade characteristics that help me immerse myself on stage.

but… … .

‘It was different.’

It’s the first time I’ve ever performed while thinking only of singing.

He had a brain that calculated the various effects that would be derived from the stage.

It was unavoidable because I started my stage experience in a survival program from the beginning.

Grades, schedules, public opinion, all sorts of external factors… … The stage was to put all of that into one’s head and organize it so as not to touch the mines before going on stage.

‘But this one… no.’

There was no need for anything else.

A strange sense of mission and primal desire to somehow satisfy the person I was watching right now filled my head.

And that satisfaction and catharsis.

this… Was there even a stage like this?

“… … .”

Park Mun-dae leaned his head against the wall, licked the salt on his lips, and suddenly came to his senses.

‘This isn’t the time.’

The concert isn’t over yet. I had to move right away. He got up and put his hand on Sun Ah-hyun’s shoulder, who was waiting for the VCR to end.

“I’m waiting for the solo stage.”

“Yes. Because I don’t change clothes.”

Seon Ah-hyun, who was in charge of the last solo song among the members, smiled brightly.

If you choose the ‘RED’ route, the fact that the paint is scattered over that face and clothes and goes out was an unbelievably innocent impression.

But because of that, it will be an incredibly intense stage.

‘I have to do the next thing properly too.’

Park Moon-dae was so emotional. Because there were still stages left.

“… I know you will do well, so I just cheer for you.”

“Yes!”

Seon Ah-hyun wanted to say more about Park Moon-dae’s stage just before, but decided to talk about it after the concert, and moved forward like a professional.

My heart was pounding.

‘It was great.’

I felt it even though I only indirectly listened to it backstage.

Although, like the aesthetics of the original moment, I couldn’t accurately describe it.

But here’s someone who knows how to describe it.

“… … brother.”

Keundal barely came to his senses until the next stage started, and he finally got his thoughts back.

The hand holding the light stick was slippery with the heat.

The audience seats were melted and mixed with complete enthusiasm and immersion, as if they had never been agitated with worries and interests.

It was worth it.

‘that… … .’

Even though I was wearing a VR device, I almost mistook myself for being there. completely immersed in the song.

But at the same time, it was such a pity that I wasn’t on set, and I felt like I was going crazy. I think it would have been even more amazing if the song was at the scene.

My heart is pounding at the thought of it.

I had such conflicting feelings.

‘It was great. really… really.’

He wiped away the cold sweat and caught his breath.

Neither he nor Testa Park Moon-dae have a status window anymore.

However, it was visible to the eyes of the person who was the status window.

How the singer on the stage will be expressed and what result will be expressed.

sharpen.

[Song: EX]