�It�s not that I don�t like it, it�s that it doesn�t seem to match the color I�m pursuing.�

Unlike the audition, the lyricist Moster sat at the table with a firm attitude of assertiveness.

�Okay, what part do you not like?�

Words came out right away.

�First of all, choose your vocabulary.�will lick�listening to the crackling�What do you keep licking?�and ambiguous meanings.�A man hard as a stick.�Come into my open heart����.�

Moster hurriedly held out his hand.

�Oh, not the last one.�

Maya pursed her lips and asked.

�����Anyway, yes.�

Moster sighed as Falmus leaned against the wall and watched.

�All writers, that is to say, those who create stories with letters����.�

Maya blinked at the sudden remark.

�Most of them are idiots.�In fact, there are only two types of writers in this world.�A normal person pretending to be a writer, an idiot pretending to be a normal person.�

Moster tapped his temple with his index and middle fingers.

�Two thoughts run through an artist�s head at the same time.�A very logical and filthy boring idea, a thrilling and terrible idea that destroys that logic.�

He snapped his index and middle fingers like scissors.

�Those two thoughts interact like electricity and become a logical and fun storytelling.�double personality.�It�s going crazy like that.�

�So?�

�Even while thinking of such a beautiful thing, the desire to cruelly trample it coexists.�The important thing is to strike a balance.�If you lean to one side, you will be ruined.�

�����So?�

Morse pushed the chair away and knelt down, bowing his head to Maya.

�I have given up on that desire!�

�What are you doing?�

Maya stood up in surprise, but he lowered his center of gravity and did not straighten his knees.

�I was thrilled at the audition.�What a great material!�What would happen if I said this with that celestial voice?�The destructive urge was so strong I couldn�t help but use it!�

�Are you a pervert?�why do you think that����!�

�trust me!�It will definitely work!�Please sing my lyrics with your beautiful voice!�

When Maya turned her head, Falmus was already opening the door and calling the guards.

�Take me out.�

Even while being dragged away, Moster did not give up. JrNovels.com