Chapter 9
[When is the next song coming?]
—At this rate, at least one song a month
└ One song a month at that quality? That’s a vending machine lol
└ I bet he drops another one tomorrow
└ Anyway, I’m hyped for the next song
└ Same
[The “star girl” in this song feels too tragic… was that intentional?]
└ Probably not
└ Maybe
[That YouTube channel “Trust-and-Listen” uploaded a video… and the song is “Falling Star”]
└ What’s that?
└ They make music videos using dramas and movies
└ The quality is insane
[This song hurts my heartㅠㅠㅠ]
(clip of the fan-made MV)
└ The editing is crazy
[“Song Analysis Bear” uploaded an interpretation of “Falling Star”]
[Day 17 of insisting SN1054 = Nebula]
—“It’s him!”
└ Stop already
[Will Nebula sell this song too?]
—Honestly, I hope not
—He should just debut as a singer
└ Not everyone can be a singer
└ He still needs to make money
└ Music Cloud doesn’t even pay
[NEW: SN1054 uploaded a new song!!]
* * *
Originally, the SN1054 account was only meant to upload Supernova Remnant.
But lately, my condition had been good.
I could focus.
So I made several songs—
Picked the best ones—
Refined them—
And uploaded them.
These were completely new.
Songs I had never made before.
Naturally—
There was no guarantee of success.
And compared to Nebula’s “perfect” songs—
These were clearly more casual.
The new song was titled:
“Kepler.”
A cliché name.
A song that ignored all formulas for success.
In other words—
A song unlikely to chart at all.
So why did I make it?
…No real reason.
I was just tired of always chasing success.
I wanted to make something freely.
After all—
Music started as something I did for myself.
Treating it like work had killed my passion.
So—
Like tossing bait into water—
I uploaded it casually.
“How’s composing these days? Need anything?”
“I’m fine.”
“What about a soundproof booth? Or a keyboard?”
“…No, I’m okay.”
I turned down everything.
If I needed that much—
I’d rather get a studio.
Besides—
I planned to move out soon anyway.
That day, I didn’t check reactions.
I just lived normally—
Ate fruit.
Watched random shows.
Then, before sleeping—
I checked the view count.
No expectations.
No pressure.
[Views: 350,000]
“…What?”
I frowned.
It wasn’t as strong as Nebula’s uploads—
But for a niche song—
This was a hit.
And it hadn’t even been a full day.
“…Why?”
Was
