โ
โ์ผ, ๋ ๋์ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ๋ฒ๋ ค๊ณ ๊ทธ๋?โ
์น๊ตฌ๊ฐ ๋ฌผ์๋ค.
โ๊ฑฑ์ ๋ง, ์๋ผ์ผ. ๊ทธ๋ฐ๊ฑด ๋ฌธ์ ๊ฐ ์๋์ผ.โ
์๋
์ด ์น๊ตฌ์ ๋ง์ ๊ฑฐ์ ์๋ฅด๋ฏ ๋ด๋ฑ์๋ค.
โ์๋, ๋ฌธ์ ๋ค ์๋๋ค ์ด๊ฒ ์ค์ํ๊ฒ ์๋๋ผ ๋ฌด์๋ณด๋ค๋ ๋๋ ์ง๊ธ ๊ทธ๊ฑธ ํด๊ฒฐ ํ๋ ค๋ ๊ฑฐ๋ผ๋๊น? ๊ทธ๋๊น ๋ด ๋ง์ ๋ด ๋จธ๋ฆฟ์์ ์ํ์ด ํ๋๊ฐ ํต์งธ๋ก ๋ค์ด๊ฐ ์๋ค๊ณ . ๋ ๊ทธ์ โฆโ
์๋
์ ์ผํ์์ด ๋ด๋ฌ๋ฆฌ๋ค ๋ถํ๋ฏ ๋ฉ์ถ๊ณ ๋ ์
์ ๋ฏธ์๋ก ์น๊ตฌ๋ฅผ ๋ฐ๋ผ๋ณด์๋ค.
์น๊ตฌ๋ ์ดํด๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ง ์๋ ๋ฏ ํ์ชฝ ๋์ ๊ฐ๋๊ฒ ์ฐํธ๋ ธ๋ค.
๋ค์ ๋ง์ด ๋ญ๋ ๋น์ฅ์ด๋ผ๋ ๋น์์ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ ๋ฏ ์ฐจ๊ฐ๊ฒ ์๋
์ ์์๋ณด๊ณ ์์๋ค.
๋ถ์ฒญ๊ฐ์ฒ๋ผ ์ฐพ์์จ ๊ณ ์์์ ์๋
์ ๋์ ์กฐ๊ธ๋ ํ๋ค๋ฆฌ์ง ์์๋ค.
๊ทธ๊ฐ ๋ง์ ๋ฉ์ถ ์ด์ ๋ ๋ง์ค์๋, ์์ฌ๋ ์๋์๋ค.
๋ถ๋ช
๊ทธ ๋๋น ๋๋จธ์๋ ์ด๋ค ํ ๊ฐ์ ๊ฒ์ด ์์๋ค.
์์ ๋ ๊ฐฏ์ง์ ๋ฐ๋ผ๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ๋ฐฉ์์ ์์ ์๊ฐ๋ฝ์ ์น์ ์ฌ๋ฅ๊พผ์ฒ๋ผ
์๋
์ ๊ทธ์ ๋ค์ ๋ง์ ์์๋ผ ์๋ฒฝํ ์๊ฐ์ ์ฐพ๊ณ ์์ ๋ฟ์ด์๋ค.
โ๋ ๊ทธ์ ํ๋์ ๋
ธ๋๋ง ์์ผ๋ฉด ๋ผ. ๋จ ํ๋์ ๋
ธ๋.โ
"Hey, how are you gonna make money?โ
his friend asked.
"Donโt worry, man. Thatโs not even the issue.โ
The boy fired back, almost cutting his friend off.
"I mean, itโs not about whether itโs a problem or not. What matters isโIโm trying to solve it too, okay? What Iโm saying is, Iโve got a whole damn bank in my head. I just..."
He rushed the words out in one breath, then paused.
A faint smile appeared on his face as he turned to look at his friend.
His friend squinted one eye, confused.
He gave a cold stare that said: Whatever comes out of your mouth next better make sense.
But the boy's eyes didnโt flinch.
It wasnโt hesitation or doubt that held back what he was about to say.
There was something powerful beyond his eyes.
Like a hunter tracking the wingbeat of a distant bird,
finger resting gently on the trigger,
he waited in the silence,
timing the next line as if it were a bullet.
"I just need one song, one song only."
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Mastered by Benny Bennefit @ Benny.B Studio