Devil’s Music - Chapter 131: Continuation of Fate

“When Damian Marley and Nas arrived at the studio, they found Haley deeply engrossed in her music, while Geon seemed smitten by her love-struck gaze. Damian, leaning against the studio wall, gestured towards Geon and Haley from outside.

“Hey, Nas. Look at that girl, completely lost in love, isn’t she?” Nas responded with an amused expression, “Yeah, seems like it. But Kay seems indifferent, doesn’t she? He must be quite a puzzle; that girl, too.”

Damian chuckled softly, “You shouldn’t fall in love with someone too extraordinary. It’s easier to just remain a fan.” Nas responded with surprise, “Extraordinary? Is Kay at that level already?” Damian replied confidently, “Of course. Just look at him. Even without music or acting, he could be a star just by being a model.” Nas agreed, “Hmm, true. He’s really good-looking.” Damian teased, “Look at her expression. Hearts practically jump out of her eyes.” Nas paused, “Wait a minute. Isn’t she Haley?” “What? Do you know her?” “Isn’t she Eminem’s daughter?” “Wow, really?” Nas said with a perplexed expression, “Eminem’s famous daughter, and Kay isn’t interested in her? If he falls for her, it’ll be explosive…”

Damian chuckled with interest, “Let’s just watch from the sidelines. It’s none of our business. Let’s just enjoy the show, shall we?”

As they both watched Geon and Haley, who were lost in their own world inside the studio, Geon quickly came out as soon as he noticed the two waiting outside. Haley, who was sitting in a chair, stared blankly after Geon as he rushed outside.

Geon hurriedly ran out of the studio to meet the two, greeting them with a smile, “Ah, welcome. Nas, Damian Marley.”

Nas greeted him with a smile and extended his fist, “Nice to meet you. Although it’s our first time meeting, it feels familiar, perhaps because of your music.”

Damian Marley also extended his fist and said, “Nice to meet you, Kay. Just call me Damian. I came running when I heard we could work together.”

Geon greeted them warmly, fist-bumping each of them, “Thank you so much. Shaun went upstairs to talk to someone else for a moment, should we go?”

Arriving at the spacious reception area on the first floor, Geon looked around confidently, but everyone seemed to be avoiding eye contact, holding back laughter. There was a tension in the air, as if everyone was trying not to laugh. When Geon continued to observe them, Dré stepped forward.

“Haha, come over and sit down. Shall we talk business? Mister Lennon, Nas and Damian have come, so could you please explain it again?”

As Dré forced Geon to sit down, Shaun stepped forward to explain.

“Yes, let me explain. Professor Leontine Price, a professor of opera studies at Juilliard, had a close relationship with our father. This collaboration with the Juilliard Orchestra came about through Professor Leontine’s recommendation.”

“Professor Leontine gave me a designated piece for my musical growth, which was the song ‘Parachute.’ It’s a song I released in 2006, and it’s a ballad. We agreed that if I provided the final arrangement of the song, they would add the orchestral score necessary for the collaboration. However, I seemed to have lacked the skill, so I asked Kay for help.”

Damian raised his hand and asked, “Hmm… a ballad? Why did you choose me to sing it?”

This time, Geon stepped forward.

“Shaun’s song contains three emotions: love, fear, and death. I chose reggae to preserve all these emotions without sacrificing any. So I asked Damian for help.”

Ice Cube chuckled and asked, “Love, fear, and death? Although they can be related, why reggae?”

Damian smiled confidently at Ice Cube, “You hit the nail on the head. There’s no music better than reggae to express hope and love that emerge from a cruel reality. So you came to me. Well done!”

Dré applauded, leading everyone’s attention, and said, “Alright, then I’ll produce it.”

Geon and Shaun looked surprised and asked, “What? Dré, you’re producing? It’s a performance, not an album, Dré.”

Dré revealed his intention with a smile, “Yeah, a performance. It’s not like Manhattan is far away. I’ll just go for a day.”

Snoop raised his sunglasses and said, “Leave eight bars empty. I’ll add a rap.”

Geon looked at Snoop with astonished eyes, “Rap? But it’s an orchestra.”

Snoop shrugged and said, “If the guy who wants to combine orchestra and reggae says rap won’t work, what’s the point?”

Damian laughed joyfully, “Haha, let’s do it all! It’ll be fun!”

Shaun looked at Kay and asked, “But when will we start arranging? Kay?”

Geon chuckled and said, “Shaun’s song contains three emotions: love, fear, and death. I chose reggae to preserve all these emotions without sacrificing any. So I asked Damian for help.”

Ice Cube chuckled and asked, “Love, fear, and death? Although they can be related, why reggae?”

Damian smiled confidently at Ice Cube, “You hit the nail on the head. There’s no music better than reggae to express hope and love that emerge from a cruel reality. So you came to me. Well done!”

Dré applauded, leading everyone’s attention, and said, “Alright, then I’ll produce it.”

Geon and Shaun looked surprised and asked, “What? Dré, you’re producing? It’s a performance, not an album, Dré.”

Dré revealed his intention with a smile, “Yeah, a performance. It’s not like Manhattan is far away. I’ll just go for a day.”

Snoop raised his sunglasses and said, “Leave eight bars empty. I’ll add a rap.”

Geon looked at Snoop with astonished eyes, “Rap? But it’s an orchestra.”

Snoop shrugged and said, “If the guy who wants to combine orchestra and reggae says rap won’t work, what’s the point?”

Damian laughed joyfully, “Haha, let’s do it all! It’ll be fun!”

Shaun looked at Kay and asked, “But when will we start arranging? Kay?”

Geon chuckled and said, “Now that you mention it… let’s go!””

Now, let’s translate the passage into English while maintaining the given character names and genders:

“When Damian Marley and Nas arrived at the studio, inside, they found Haley, with eyes brimming with love, deeply engrossed in her music, while Geon, who seemed oblivious to such feelings, was completely immersed in song. Damian, his arms folded, observed Geon and Haley from the studio’s exterior workspace and remarked.

“Hey, Nas. That girl there looks completely smitten, doesn’t she?”

Nas responded with an amused expression.

“Yeah, seems like it. But Kay doesn’t seem to be interested,

does he? Quite a puzzle that guy is, and so is she.”

Damian chuckled softly and said.

“You shouldn’t fall for someone too extraordinary. It’s easier to just remain a fan.”

Nas, looking surprised, remarked.

“Extraordinary? Is Kay at that level already?”

“Of course. Just look at him. Even without music or acting, he could be a star just by being a model.”

“Hmm, true. He’s really good-looking.”

“Look at her expression. Hearts practically jump out of her eyes.”

“Wait a minute. Isn’t she Haley?”

“What? Do you know her?”

“Isn’t she Eminem’s daughter?”

“Wow, really?”

Nas said with a perplexed expression.

“Eminem’s famous daughter, and Kay isn’t interested in her? If he falls for her, it’ll be explosive…”

Damian chuckled with interest.

“Let’s just watch from the sidelines. It’s none of our business. Let’s just enjoy the show, shall we?”

As they both observed Geon and Haley, who were lost in their own world inside the studio, Geon quickly came out as soon as he noticed the two waiting outside. Haley, who was sitting in a chair, stared blankly after Geon as he rushed outside.

Geon hurriedly ran out of the studio to meet the two, greeting them with a smile.

“Ah, welcome. Nas, Damian Marley.”

Nas greeted him with a smile and extended his fist.

“Nice to meet you. Although it’s our first time meeting, it feels familiar, perhaps because of your music.”

Damian Marley also extended his fist and said.

“Nice to meet you, Kay. Just call me Damian. I came running when I heard we could work together.”

Geon greeted them warmly, fist-bumping each of them.

“Thank you so much. Shaun went upstairs to talk to someone else for a moment, should we go?”

Arriving at the spacious reception area on the first floor, Geon looked around confidently, but everyone seemed to be avoiding eye contact, holding back laughter. There was a tension in the air, as if everyone was trying not to laugh. When Geon continued to observe them, Dré stepped forward.

“Haha, come over and sit down. Shall we talk business? Mister Lennon, Nas and Damian have come, so could you please explain it again?”

As Dré forced Geon to sit down, Shaun stepped forward to explain.

“Yes, let me explain. Professor Leontine Price, a professor of opera studies at Juilliard, had a close relationship with our father. This collaboration with the Juilliard Orchestra came about through Professor Leontine’s recommendation.”

“Professor Leontine gave me a designated piece for my musical growth, which was the song ‘Parachute.’ It’s a song I released in 2006, and it’s a ballad. We agreed that if I provided the final arrangement of the song, they would add the orchestral score necessary for the collaboration. However, I seemed to have lacked the skill, so I asked Kay for help.”

Damian raised his hand and asked.

“Hmm… a ballad? Why did you choose me to sing it?”

This time, Geon stepped forward.

“Shaun’s song contains three emotions: love, fear, and death. I chose reggae to preserve all these emotions without sacrificing any. So I asked Damian for help.”

Ice Cube chuckled and asked.

“Love, fear, and death? Although they can be related, why reggae?”

Damian smiled confidently at Ice Cube.

“You hit the nail on the head. There’s no music better than reggae to express hope and love that emerge from a cruel reality. So you came to me. Well done!”

Dré applauded, leading everyone’s attention, and said.

“Alright, then I’ll produce it.”

Geon and Shaun looked surprised and asked.

“What? Dré, you’re producing? It’s a performance, not an album, Dré.”

Dré revealed his intention with a smile.

“Yeah, a performance. It’s not like Manhattan is far away. I’ll just go for a day.”

Snoop raised his sunglasses and said.

“Leave eight bars empty. I’ll add a rap.”

Geon looked at Snoop with astonished eyes.

“Rap? But it’s an orchestra.”

Snoop shrugged and said.

“If the guy who wants to combine orchestra and reggae says rap won’t work, what’s the point?”

Damian laughed joyfully.

“Haha, let’s do it all! It’ll be fun!”

Shaun looked at Kay and asked.

“But when will we start arranging? Kay?”

Geon chuckled and said.

“Now that you mention it… let’s go!”

“Now, let’s give it a try. But there’s something I need to discuss with you in advance, Shaun.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Let the Orchestra Department know. I’m going to deliver the orchestral scores.”

“What? You’re going to do it all by yourself?”

“Yes, but it might take some time. There are so many instruments involved.”

Dré said with an incredulous look.

“Kay, do you think it’s possible? There are dozens of different instruments.”

Geon nodded confidently and replied.

“It should be possible. As long as Damian fine-tunes the reggae instruments.”

Shaun expressed concern.

“Hmm… Time is running short until the performance. What if we run out of physical time?”

After contemplating for a moment, Geon suggested.

“Then let’s do this. First, I’ll deliver the arranged score, and then I’ll deliver the orchestral score. Later, after comparing the score prepared by the department with mine, we can make a decision. How does that sound?”

“What? Isn’t that a matter of their pride? Will they agree to that?”

Geon shrugged.

“Then I’ll ask Professor Leontine Price separately through Professor Leontine Price.”

Shaun sighed and said.

“Alright, but don’t come off as arrogant. Even if you don’t know, I can’t afford to look bad.”

Seeing Geon smile as if to reassure him, Snoop stood up and said.

“Okay, Kay will work hard on arranging from tomorrow. Now, I have some business to attend to with Kay, right?”

As Geon, sweating nervously, awkwardly smiled, Snoop looked around and said.

“Let’s go to my place. Since it’s not easy for so many people to gather, let’s have a drink?”

Everyone laughed and got up from their seats, but Geon, who was left alone, had a helpless look in his eyes. Eventually, Geon was forcibly escorted to Snoop’s house, being carried on Ice Cube’s shoulders once again. As Geon was being carried into Snoop’s car, which everyone had arrived in, laughter erupted when they saw him being tied up on Ice Cube’s back. Gasping for air, Geon muttered weakly from Ice Cube’s back.

“No more alcohol…”

After entering Snoop’s house and sitting on the sofa, Geon, with a face of resignation, went outside to the terrace to soothe his dizzy head and nauseous stomach. As Geon was taking deep breaths outside the terrace, Damien approached him with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. After glancing at Geon, who was struggling, Damien smiled and said as he leaned on the terrace railing and looked outside.

“Kay, do you know our father?”

Geon nodded naturally.

“Of course. He’s someone I really respect.”

With a bitter smile, Damien said.

“Yeah, he’s a respected musician. He may not have been a good father, though.”

As Geon looked quietly at Damien, Damien smiled.

“Anyway, thanks to our father, I’m living as a musician like this. So maybe he wasn’t such a bad father after all. He was a musician born as music and died as a god, you know.”

“Do you resent your father?”

“No, not really. But it’s just that the time I spent with him was too short.”

“That’s true. Until he passed away, he traveled around the world. Do you admire your father?”

“Of course. He’s a respected musician.”

As Geon looked silently at Damien and hesitated, Damien looked back at him with a heavy gaze.

“You must be happy.”

Damien turned his head towards Geon as if to ask what he meant, but Geon had already gone into the living room. Seeing Geon’s back as he walked into the living room alone, Damien lifted the bottle of alcohol and took a sip. Just as Damien and Dre came inside from the terrace, they saw Haley, who had come to Snoop’s house to visit, angrily scolding Eminem, who was sitting next to her, and Eminem, with his neck hunched, and the rest of the musicians laughing and joking around.”

Now, let’s translate a passage from the Korean text into English with precision and artistry:

“Now, let’s give it a try. But there’s something I need to discuss with you in advance, Shaun.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

“Let the Orchestra Department know. I’m going to deliver the orchestral scores.”

“What? You’re going to do it all by yourself?”

“Yes, but it might take some time. There are so many instruments involved.”

Dré said with an incredulous look.

“Kay, do you think it’s possible? There are dozens of different instruments.”

Geon nodded confidently and replied.

“It should be possible. As long as Damian fine-tunes the reggae instruments.”

Shaun expressed concern.

“Hmm… Time is running short until the performance. What if we run out of physical time?”

After contemplating for a moment, Geon suggested.

“Then let’s do this. First, I’ll deliver the arranged score, and then I’ll deliver the orchestral score. Later, after comparing the score prepared by the department with mine, we can make a decision. How does that sound?”

“What? Isn’t that a matter of their pride? Will they agree to that?”

Geon shrugged.

“Then I’ll ask Professor Leontine Price separately through Professor Leontine Price.”

Shaun sighed and said.

“Alright, but don’t come off as arrogant. Even if you don’t know, I can’t afford to look bad.”

Seeing Geon smile as if to reassure him, Snoop stood up and said.

“Okay, Kay will work hard on arranging from tomorrow. Now, I have some business to attend to with Kay, right?”

As Geon, sweating nervously, awkwardly smiled, Snoop looked around and said.

“Let’s go to my place. Since it’s not easy for so many people to gather, let’s have a drink?”

Everyone laughed and got up from their seats, but Geon, who was left alone, had a helpless look in his eyes. Eventually, Geon was forcibly escorted to Snoop’s house, being carried on Ice Cube’s shoulders once again. As Geon was being carried into Snoop’s car, which everyone had arrived in, laughter erupted when they saw him being tied up on Ice Cube’s back. Gasping for air, Geon muttered weakly from Ice Cube’s back.

“No more alcohol…”

After entering Snoop’s house and sitting on the sofa, Geon, with a face of resignation, went outside to the terrace to soothe his dizzy head and nauseous stomach. As Geon was taking deep breaths outside the terrace, Damien approached him with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. After glancing at Geon, who was struggling, Damien smiled and said as he leaned on the terrace railing and looked outside.

“Kay, do you know our father?”

Geon nodded naturally.

“Of course. He’s someone I really respect.”

With a bitter smile, Damien said.

“Yeah, he’s a respected musician. He may not have been a good father, though.”

As Geon looked quietly at Damien, Damien smiled.

“Anyway, thanks to our father, I’m living as a musician like this. So maybe he

wasn’t such a bad father after all. He was a musician born as music and died as a god, you know.”

“Do you resent your father?”

“No, not really. But it’s just that the time I spent with him was too short.”

“That’s true. Until he passed away, he traveled around the world. Do you admire your father?”

“Of course. He’s a respected musician.”

As Geon looked silently at Damien and hesitated, Damien looked back at him with a heavy gaze.

“You must be happy.”

Damien turned his head towards Geon as if to ask what he meant, but Geon had already gone into the living room. Seeing Geon’s back as he walked into the living room alone, Damien lifted the bottle of alcohol and took a sip. Just as Damien and Dre came inside from the terrace, they saw Haley, who had come to Snoop’s house to visit, angrily scolding Eminem, who was sitting next to her, and Eminem, with his neck hunched, and the rest of the musicians laughing and joking around.”

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