I Became A Renowned Genius At My Arts High School - Chapter 213



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Episode 213. The Weight of the Square (3)

The square quickly filled with people.

To be precise, a certain section is crowded.

The window seat on the right side, exactly opposite to the seat that Soo-hyun was assigned.

There stood Jerome.

♫ My heart is trapped in the dark

I hear your voice

Knock and shake, please leave me alone-.

The End of Despair The Pain of Betrayal

That unforgettable scar ♬

Is this improvisation?

Jerome, who used to scream at the top of his lungs, was now singing like a musical actor.

“and.”

Su-hyeon opened her mouth without realizing it and watched the performance.

The face in the photo Henry showed me the day before looked like that of a pretty boy, but in person, he had thick facial features and a strong masculine charm.

Deep blue eyes, low-pitched voice. A solid body that looks like it was carved out of a sculptural piece. Tall height and muscles that move delicately to express emotions. Not only was he good at singing, but his dancing was also top-notch.

A first impression that makes you nod in agreement that a pro is a pro and an actor is an actor.

What was most surprising was the talent.

“Now I have decided to die. Please, no one else will have to suffer like I did.”

Jerome, who was completely absorbed in the role, looked at the people who had gathered one by one with trembling hands and wavering eyes.

“I have a favor to ask of you who will be witnesses to my death. In the future, if anyone remembers me, ask about my well-being.”

Jerome continued speaking with difficulty, suppressing his surging emotions.

“Tell her to pray for the poor soul who cannot find rest. And if, Angela, my lady comes to me.”

Jerome catches his breath again.

“Please tell her that I will visit her in her dreams someday. Well then. It is time. I say goodbye to everyone.”

Jerome, who was looking at the onlookers with sad eyes, took out a shiny dagger from his bosom, held it high, and in an instant, plunged it into his chest.

“Eww!”

“no!”

Some people screamed.

I knew in my head that the dagger was not a real one but a special prop used by actors, but I screamed without realizing it because the acting was so vivid.

Beatle.

Jerome was unaffected by the commotion of the onlookers. He looked down at the dagger and his own body, smiled faintly, and then fell to the ground.

“… … .”

“… … .”

There was silence for a moment. And then.

Slurp-.

Jerome sat up.

‘Is the acting over?’

As I followed his movements with confused eyes.

“Tsk.”

Jerome sat up, stared at the floor where he had been lying a moment ago, and clicked his tongue.

“What a weak human being.”

wickedness-.

In an instant, the air in the square changed.

‘You seem like a different person.’

Su-hyeon stared at Jerome with surprised eyes.

Clearly the same actor. But the expression, atmosphere, voice, and gestures changed in an instant.

Unlike the person from earlier who seemed as fragile as glass, Jerome now seemed very rough and rough. The tone of his voice also became much more muffled.

“and.”

“her.”

A sigh erupted from the audience. The performance was as if possessed. It was a performance that made it impossible to not be drawn into it even if you didn’t know the story properly.

♫ I am the shadow of the night that enjoys trials

A pit of despair ready to swallow you at any moment

I enjoy seeing weak people fall

But now everything is so boring ♫

‘You’re the devil.’

Jerome, dancing with light and seductive gestures, looks at the dead man still lying on the floor with contempt.

He was playing the devil.

“I need to find another human. This time, someone who can last a little longer.”

That was it.

After finishing his short but intense performance, Jerome turned around and walked away.

“Wow!”

“Oh!”

“Great!”

“It’s Jerome after all!”

“This time it was fantastic too!”

At the same time, there was a huge cheer.

The applause, which had not subsided, only died down after Jerome returned to his seat.

“thank you.”

Jerome greeted the onlookers with a big smile on his face.

“This semester, there will be a total of 30 deaths of different people in this space. If you would like to join in on these stories, please contact me at any time.”

A short promotional message.

But Jerome and his fans, who were enamored with his acting, responded, laughed, and applauded even at the smallest of words.

People continued to stand and enjoy the afterglow for a long time after Jerome had disappeared, and Soo-hyun quietly returned to her seat.

***

“Do you know that fairy tale?”

A few days later.

Steve, who had found Soo-hyun’s studio, stared at her and asked.

“What fairy tale?”

“It’s an Andreessen fairy tale called The Swan Prince, and the main character is a princess named Elise.”

“You know, I have eleven older brothers, and my stepmother, a witch, comes in and curses them to turn into swans.”

“That’s right. That fairy tale.”

“But why all of a sudden?”

As Soo-hyun tilted her head, Steve began to recite the story fluently.

“My brothers who have become swans can only return to being human at night. To lift that curse, I have to make 11 sets of clothes out of nettles. And I can’t say a word until I’ve finished making all the clothes.”

“Yes. That’s right. The princess was falsely accused of being a witch because she made clothes out of nettles without saying anything. She was even in danger of being burned at the stake.”

“That’s right. In the end, just as he was about to be taken to the cremation grounds, he finished his last outfit and threw it at the swans, and the curse was lifted. And all the injustices that had happened up until then were revealed.”

“Yeah. But?”

When Soo-hyun blinked and asked about the intention of this build-up, Steve nodded to Soo-hyun’s hand.

“what?”

“You mean.”

“huh?”

“She looks like Princess Elise from The Swan Prince.”

“uh?”

“You’ve been drawing tile pictures for days without saying a word.”

“Ah. This?”

Su-hyeon, who understood the meaning of the words, laughed loudly and then suddenly stopped laughing.

“Wow, that’s good.”

“uh?”

Steve tilted his head.

Why are you reacting so seriously to something that’s meant to be a joke?

But Soo-Hyeon had a good reason for that.

The day I witnessed Jerome’s acting.

Something stirred in Soo-hyeon’s heart.

Liveliness. Jerome’s acting, which made good use of the strengths and advantages of the performance, drew in passersby and turned them into an audience, inviting them into another space in an instant.

This part clearly made me feel the difference between the genres of art and performance, although it was probably due to the talent of the character Jerome.

Of course, there will be people who say this.

I thought that all I had to do was draw a picture that would shock people the moment they saw it.

I think that if you draw an overwhelming picture, you can move people’s hearts.

Of course, many people still shed tears and are moved when they see the masterpieces of the great artists.

But that was too high and daunting a goal to aim for, and there was no guarantee that it would be accomplished in a short period of time.

So what method should we use?

How can we fully display the appeal of the work and effectively convey its message?

How to unleash your energy without being bound by genre?

Since I still haven’t come up with a clear method, I’m just quietly working on the sketches of the tiles that will extend from the central point.

He became so focused and lost in thought that he spoke less, and Steve, who was watching him, casually brought up the story of the Swan Prince, and Soo-hyun got a hint from that.

“I think it would be better to make this tile work public first.”

“uh?”

“At first, I was thinking of taking the tiles and installing them for a day after they were all prepared, and then starting the performance. But no. I think it would be better to show the tile work first.”

“You’re revealing your work now?”

“Yes. In our class, I presented the outline of the work, but the other students have no idea what kind of work I will show. If I show the beginning of the work without any explanation, won’t they be curious about the result? They will make inferences about it.”

“So you’re going to just keep quiet like Elise and do the tile work without saying anything?”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“Oh. It’s okay? Well, it’s hard to tell what you’re going to do just by looking at the tiles, so I guess it’ll catch people’s attention.”

Steve nodded with a gentle smile.

“Once you’ve completed dozens, and eventually hundreds, of tiles and laid them out on the floor, people will flock to see them.”

“I think that would be good. Only when we show how to draw a map of choices from the central point, the intention and direction of the work will be revealed.”

“Good.”

“Of course, there are a few more things to consider. Like lighting and music. Oh, and it would be nice if someone specializing in that field could request collaboration in the middle.”

As Soo-hyun muttered, Steve smiled and tapped her shoulder.

“What are you worried about?”

“uh?”

“Even if it’s not just tiles, but pieces of tiles, if it’s your work, there’s no one who wouldn’t be attracted to it. I’m more worried that too many people will be attracted to you.”

“Why are you worried about that?”

“Well, there may be situations where it’s difficult to choose, and if there are too many people, there may be bad people among them. Anyway, something has been resolved, right? If you’re going to do it, do it right. But take care of yourself.”

“Huh? Huh. That’s right.”

It wasn’t an answer that was easy to understand, but Soo-hyun nodded slightly as she felt the support and concern.

“Are you planning to work this weekend too?”

Steve took care of Soo-hyun’s schedule again.

“Maybe so?”

“Then how about coming to the shared workroom together after a long time?”

“Shared workroom?”

“Taylor’s kids. We’ve found a pretty big studio this time. You guys are also busy preparing for the contest, so we’ve been meeting almost every day these days. Surprisingly, you made it to the second round.”

“Wow, that’s great.”

“Since you and I are guest members, he told us to come anytime. How about we see each other for the first time in a while and work together?”

“Well. Okay.”

Su-hyeon smiled and nodded.

And the next day.

“Whoop.”

Su-hyeon took a deep breath and entered the square.

I used a cart to move the heavy loads one by one, and sorted the drawing tools, blank tiles, and tiles whose sketches were somewhat completed by stage and placed them on the auxiliary shelves.

Knock knock.

And a small desk was dragged to the center of the space.

“This is my stage.”

Su-hyeon muttered.

widely.

I placed a small chair, sat down in a comfortable position, and then, with a swish, raised my hand and began to draw.

A sketch drawn without hesitation on a blank tile.

The first picture was of an event from my childhood: the joy of getting what I wanted, playing to my heart’s content, and spending time with my beloved family.

Su-hyeon began to warmly portray the pure emotions that rose up without any calculation or doubt.

Ss …

After finishing the sketch, I picked up the brush without hesitation.

Considering the working time, I decided to use acrylic paints.

I thought that bright colors would actually be good for drawing attention.

Tadah.

After lightly dipping the brush in water, I dabbed it. I rubbed the paint and touched it to the spot I had in mind. The image that came to mind was clearly copied onto the tile.

“Phew.”

In an instant, one tile was completed, and Soo-hyun picked up another blank tile.

This time, sadness.

I recalled the memories that made my heart ache, back in the days when I could express my emotions without hiding them, before my heart became calloused.

Thud.

The emotions that had been reserved were filled with just a little stimulation, stimulating my tear glands.

Swish-.

Su-hyeon wiped away her tears and began to recall memories that had made her sad.

Ss …

This time too, the brush passed smoothly over the tile.

In an instant, another tile was completed.

The moment you pick up the third tile again.

“… … ?”

Su-hyeon glanced up at the awkward atmosphere.

“… … !”

I almost opened my mouth and spoke.

Gulp.

Su-hyeon swallowed, lowered her head again, and began sketching.

“and.”

“Who is that?”

“Is this your first time seeing me?”

“You’re the head of the studio art class. What are you going to do this time?”

Since when did it start?

Onlookers gathered in Suhyeon’s small square.

‘It’s faster than I thought.’

I thought it would take a few days for me to get a response, but the number of onlookers who had been gathering one by one soon grew to more than ten.

There was something else surprising.

‘Why is he standing there?’

A presence that is not hidden among the onlookers. Jerome was watching Soo-hyun’s work with an interested face.