Ten Million Psychopath Actor

119. It may not be easy for a foreigner to understand this.

The audience who heard the first words were goosebumps and their mouths opened little by little without their knowledge.

The first bang of the explosion caught everyone’s attention.

An intense and sharp touch, as if pouring out the pain and sorrow of the past.

It was a sound of subtle charm that captivated the ears of the audience.

“Oh my god….”

“Oh God…”

People couldn’t speak easily.

It was a performance that vividly melted Ferguson’s short but arduous life.

There was something beyond technique and musicality in his playing.

The sight of Ferguson calmly tapping the keyboard with his eyes closed seemed sad for some reason.

A piano melody where all the notes seem to be organically connected to each other.

Would it feel like this if the darkness were poured out drop by drop like rain?

It seems indifferent and crude, but the melody that touches the skin lightly wets people’s hearts.

The climax of the song has arrived.

Ferguson’s fingers began to slowly adjust the dynamics.

It was a technique that melted the audience’s longing like a tug-of-war with a loved one.

At the same time, the audience felt an unknown and strange sense of release.

Like the song’s title, The Last Wish, it was possible because Ferguson’s strong desire was melted into the melody.

Ferguson’s fingers, which had been dancing splendidly, stopped and the performance ended.

“ah…..”

Hundreds of people in the banquet hall could not open their mouths even after the performance was over.

In the image of Ferguson sitting at the piano without a slight movement, I felt even an unknown sacredness.

waaa

As time passed, the people who were intoxicated by the dreamlike melody came to their senses and generously praised the young master for playing a fantastic performance.

The disdain for being black was nowhere to be found.

“The best performance of my life…”

“Really… I don’t know how to express this feeling.”

“Angela, are you crying right now?”

“I? oh! When the tears…”

Seeing the tears forming without her knowledge, Angela said to her friend Victoria.

“Victoria, you are crying too.”

“What? Oh my goodness.”

As much as that, Ferguson’s last song, The Last Wish, left a strong impression and shock on the people in the banquet hall.

“Encore!! Play one more song!”

Iron flip.

“uh?”

Ferguson collapsed on his side while sitting on the piano chair.

The banquet hall official who was waiting hurriedly headed to Ferguson, who had collapsed.

Wilkinson, who smiled happily at the thought of the money he would bring on stage, asked in bewilderment.

“What, what is going on!?”

“I can’t breathe! Hurry up, we need to go to the hospital.”

“what? How many performances are still left!! Dad, let’s go to the hospital quickly.”

Ferguson was rushed to a nearby hospital.

After examining the situation closely, the doctor shook his head.

“Who is your guardian by any chance?”

“I-it’s just me.”

“Unfortunately, the patient has already passed away. It’s already too late for us to do anything.”

A devastated Wilkins sat on the floor with empty pupils.

“It’s ruined… What should I do with that many concert cancellation fees…?”

He was more concerned about the fee than Ferguson’s death.

“What is your relationship with the deceased patient?”

It was a doctor’s question that somehow oozes chilliness.

“The owner… no, the guardian.”

“There were marks of abuse all over her body. The deceased patient must have felt unbelievable pain during his lifetime. Did you know?”

“No… I thought I was just faking it…”

“Guardian? Even the dogs and pigs raised at home won’t be left there until they get to that point. Did you have to go this far as ‘the same person’?”

“……”

Wilkins, who had been standing in the hospital hallway blankly for a while, disappeared somewhere, and a nurse approached the doctor.

“It’s really too much. In that state, breathing would have been hell.”

“Originally, humans are the cruelest law.”

“But why was the deceased patient smiling? It must have been very painful…”

“Well… death could have been more blissful for him.”

***

Tweet.

A small, unknown bird landed lightly on the terrace railing and chirped to announce the morning.

Drenched in sweat, Kyu-ha opened her eyes.

The 14th Ferguson’s life, which was so short, came to an end.

“Whoa…”

It was a short but intense life for Ferguson.

The afterglow of ecstasy from the last performance was still stirring in Kyuha’s heart.

At the same time, the remnants of the tremendous pain Ferguson had also affected Kyu-ha.

“Such pain…”

I saw my limbs fall off and I was stabbed with a knife, but the pain of slowly destroying my whole body was new to me.

It hurt even when I was breathing or eating.

I couldn’t sleep well because of the overwhelming pain.

I couldn’t adapt to a life in which being alive itself was painful, no matter how hard it was.

Despite being praised as the best piano player of his time, Ferguson did not get the most important ‘freedom’ for a person.

Ferguson clearly recognized that death was close to him, and finally gained true ‘freedom’ after playing The Last Wish, a song containing his longing.

Gyuha brought a notebook, held a pencil in her hand, and began to write something down.

ss ss ss ss ss ss

The white paper began to be filled with something.

“Phew.. it’s done.”

What Kyuha wrote in the notebook were about 30 self-composed songs that Ferguson had composed while he was alive and only existed in Ferguson’s head.

It was written in a notebook before it faded from memory.

It was Ferguson’s life that was briefly burned, but I thought I wanted to leave a trace on that life.

Gyu-ha, who remembered Ferguson’s songs while flipping through the notes, put them deep in the drawer.

***

Grenoble, France, called the heart of the Alps.

The filming staff of ‘Song Table Pocha’ arrived at Grenoble-Alpes Iger Airport.

“Ooh, is the weather really nice?”

Summer in Grenoble was the best weather, neither too cold nor too hot, with temperatures rising to 24 degrees.

Producer Son Jun-ik, who was staying near Place Grenette, called an emergency meeting.

“ruler! The team that went to the preliminary field trip brings the expected truck, and Jong-gil checks again to see if there are any problems with the location.”

When PD Son Jun-ik gave instructions to the staff, everyone moved in perfect order.

The staff for the production of this ‘Song Table Pocha’ consisted of a small number of people, less than 15 people.

However, the scale of the production cost was one of the few among the past entertainment programs, and most of it was paid for by Kyuha’s appearance fee.

It seemed to show the status of the current actor Song Kyu-ha.

In fact, we didn’t even need a lot of staff.

This time, ‘Song Table Pocha’ was a one-man show program for actor Song Kyu-ha.

I had to cook alone and serve customers alone.

For reality, most of the filming was planned to be filmed with a fixed camera in a secret location.

Of course, after the filming, the consent of the locals was expected to be obtained.

“Gyu-ha, would you like to take Seong-il to buy food? I think it’s right for the cook to choose the ingredients himself. You use that guy as a porter.”

It is no exaggeration to say that now he has risen to the ranks of world stars, PD Son Jun-ik carefully asked Kyu-ha.

“of course. I was going to choose it myself.”

To implement proper French cuisine after a long time, the staff must have many unfamiliar ingredients.

“Yeah! good. Then, let’s finish each other’s work and see you until 4 o’clock. Shooting will be done in time for the evening.”

“Yeah! All right.”

Gyuha, wearing a hat, prepared to go outside.

Apparently, there might be people who recognize him now, so he was firmly armed.

“let’s go. Seongil.”

“Yep brother! I will lift all the heavy things!”

Yang Seong-il and Kyu-ha rode the tram to the grocery store.

The destination is the [Géant Casino] after getting off at the terminal of Tram A, Fontaine La Poya.

It was the largest food material mart in Grenoble, France.

It was a weekday afternoon, so there were not many customers, so it felt quiet.

As Kyu-ha and Sung-il entered the mart, a female clerk in her 40s with round glasses approached them.

“Well? If you are looking for an Asian mart, you should go to Saint Bruno. It won’t be easy to find ingredients that are handled in Asia here.”

There were Asians who often mistook this place for an Asian mart, so the staff kindly explained.

Gyuha spoke fluent French to such an employee.

“Then you’ve come to the right place. I had no intention of going to the Asian Mart.”

“ah! sorry. There are people who often come to me by mistake, so I misunderstood. Are you an immigrant anyway? Your French pronunciation is wonderful.”

“thank you.”

The staff expressed surprise at Kyu-ha’s French, which is closer to that of a local.

It was the same with Yang Seong-il next to him.

“Where the hell is this brother going? I can understand a little bit what team manager Han Jeong-hee said in the past, ‘I’m going to do that now’.”

Because so many things happened in Greece, assistant director Yang Seong-il has now reached the point where he doesn’t want to be the same no matter what happens around Kyu-ha.

Yang Seong-il brought a cart.

“Brother Kyuha! Just give me instructions. I will run and load it.”

That’s how food shopping began.

From dry-aged beef, which is the basic ingredient, to duck and chicken, seasonings and vegetables have been added like crazy.

“Brother Heo-eok, slow down a little.”

Food ingredients were piled up like a mountain in the cart.

Kyu-ha, who was nearby, asked an employee if he couldn’t see what he was looking for.

“Do you have any tarragon?”

“Yeah! There is, but do you know tarragon? Would you like to follow me?”

Tarragon is a plant called the queen of spices in France.

It had a unique spicy and bitter taste with a sweet scent.

The reason why Gyuha couldn’t leave out tarragon is that when he was a royal chef, tarragon was grown only in the palace garden, and it was a precious plant that only royalty and nobles could eat.

Guided by the mart staff, Gyuha, who had tarragon in it, also asked about the location of other ingredients.

“Where are the capers?”

“Um, Caper… would you like to come this way?”

Capers are a plant native to the Mediterranean coast and used as a spice to remove the smell of greasy meat or fish.

It had a pungent, spicy taste like mustard.

From Le Janbon, the highest grade raw ham in France

Comte or Emmental cheese that is easy to eat without resistance,

Echire Butter, called luxury butter in France,

Leek, Nutmeg, Echalote, etc.

“Are you a chef? It must not be easy for foreigners to know these ingredients.”

The mart clerk who guided me was amazing how he picked out ingredients and spices that most French people didn’t know.

Yang Seong-il was sweating profusely as he held a hand full of ingredients he had never seen before.

“Ugh. If I had known there would be this many, Sang-il would have brought him too.”

Upon arriving at the inn, the gathered staff widened their eyes when they saw the ingredients in the hands of the two.

“Huh, did you buy that many?”

It seemed like a lot for a sheep that had to be sold today.

“Business… will it go well? I’m honestly a little worried. I’m afraid there won’t be any guests.”

What’s the use of hard work if the most important guest doesn’t come?

Contrary to the worried look on the faces of some of the staff, PD Son Jun-Ik, who can be said to be in charge, was rather carefree.

“Whoa whoa! No matter where you try, you will be denied. Unconditionally fine, unconditionally. I know. So take care of your work and make no mistakes!”

Producer Son Jun-ik’s confident words made the staff’s expressions more comfortable.

“Yep! All right, boss. By the way, actor Song. What are you going to cook?”

When one of the writers asked Kyuha, everyone’s eyes focused on him.