The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 116



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116 finally

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Konzerthaus Berlin concert hall.

This place, which boasts a long history, is the most traditional shoebox-shaped performance hall.

Literally a straight rectangular structure like a ‘shoe box’.

Just as the sound resonates loudly when you speak inside a box, these concert halls have the advantage of being able to reproduce the reflected sounds of instruments in abundance.

However, if we interpret this a little differently, it can be seen as a performance hall that is very sensitive to the sound of musical instruments.

The player’s control of the instrument can be heard very clearly, and even if the player makes a slight mistake, the sound is magnified and heard.

Therefore, some performers dislike this shoebox-type performance hall.

This is a concert hall that feels very demanding for musicians who play loudly and do not care about small mistakes.

On the other hand, from the perspective of a performer who pays attention to detail, this concert hall may feel welcoming.

This is because the delicate melody you express will be well conveyed to the audience.

People who knew this well were talking on the balcony of the concert hall.

“I actually like it because it’s a concert house. This is a place where the skills of the performer are better revealed than in a fan-shaped hall. “It’s the perfect place to evaluate your performance.”

“But these kids are just debuting, so aren’t you being too picky?”

“Ultimately, they are people whose goal is to become professional performers, right? “I think there should be no leeway in that standard.”

“Does it look a bit mean?”

“Wouldn’t the director also be cool in his evaluation? “You don’t want to put ‘just anyone’ on stage.”

“Hehehe. “I didn’t say anything.”

A man in a navy blue suit and a man in a gray suit.

The critic, a man in a dark blue suit, looked at the stage and continued speaking.

“Anyway, I’m curious about this Ettlingen winner. “Especially the kid who hasn’t been seen before.”

“I guess everyone came here because they were curious about that child. “There are rumors there, right?”

“Rumors?”

“Oh, didn’t you know? They said that during practice with Konzerthaus, the child broke a piano string and ate it. “He should be seen as a performer who shows such strong pianism.”

The critic tilted his head.

“I heard you’re definitely 13 years old. Is that possible? Isn’t this just a metaphor? ‘He played as if the piano strings were going to break.’ “You talk like this a lot.”

“Well, I don’t know exactly. “Then can I tell you one more thing?”

“Let’s talk.”

The man in the gray suit, a famous European classical music performance planner, said with his eyes sparkling.

“For your information, the source of this rumor is Alexandra Roden. This is a story I heard directly. “She even praised this child, calling him a genius.”

“······ Is that real? “The Czech devil himself said that?”

The concertmaster of Konzerthaus, famous for his harshness.

It was quite surprising to hear such words come from the mouth of a woman known for her high standards.

“Of course, the rumors cannot be 100% correct. So, you have to go through this direct verification process. However, the rumor that the child showed great performance seemed to be true.”

“then······.”

“It means that a ‘star’ may emerge in the classical music world after a long time.”

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The critic and the director were close friends.

They didn’t continue talking.

This is because the performance official in charge of North America and Asia appeared in the balcony seat where they were.

These people exchange a brief greeting.

Their interest was also ‘that boy’.

“I heard that you easily surpassed Anna, but I really hope so.”

“But there are kids who only do well in competitions, right? These are children whose performance declines due to pressure. Anna has even shown off her skills on the big stage a few times, but this boy just can’t figure it out yet.”

“First of all, we should watch today’s performance carefully. “It won’t be too late to decide later.”

“I think so too.”

In fact, there are people who show overwhelming skills in competitions but then disappear without a sound.

Performers who are no longer growing or whose skills are regressing.

This is what often happens to people who mistake a competition for a ‘finish line.’

To be precise, winning a competition is a ‘starting point.’

If you win a minor competition, you need to further refine your skills and prepare for a major competition.

If you win a youth competition, you must prepare for a competition with no age limit.

If you have been given the opportunity to study, you must prove it with your grades, and if you have received sponsorship, you must prove it with your performance in front of them.

The performer should not run toward one point.

You have to keep playing every day and hope for endless improvement.

The audience always expects the best performance.

If their demands are not met, the performer is no longer a performer.

A place where coldness is evident.

The classical world was that kind of place.

The audience gathered at the Konzerthaus was looking forward to it.

The performers we each cheer for may be different, but our expectations will be the same.

and.

The only person who could fulfill those expectations was the performer.

Before we knew it, the Konzerthaus concert hall was starting to fill up with people.

The seats that can accommodate about 2,000 spectators are being filled.

15 minutes before the performance starts.

Many people hope for the emergence of a genius…

This place was completely packed.

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“You don’t have anything like this, do you? “I received a chick doll as a gift from Seojin~”

“Wow, that’s good.”

“Are you jealous? Are you jealous? And isn’t he really cute?”

“Wow.”

“Some people say it looks like my blonde hair or something~ Haha. “I heard he has a keen sense of humor of his own?”

“iced coffee.”

Louis Wolff looks at me.

Tired eyes.

As far as I know, Anna has been bothering you since this morning.

He said he spent over an hour just bragging about the doll.

‘I said I brought it specially because today is the day of the performance.’

I slightly raised both hands as an apology, and Lewis nodded once.

Anna was full of energy.

He moves around well.

‘After playing with me for a day, he became very energetic.’

If you still have questions, come to me and ask questions diligently.

I also ask for advice about the stage.

This kid has a lot more stage experience than me.

Soon Lewis joined the conversation.

Since there wasn’t much time left until the performance started, we cheered each other on.

I have become quite used to this situation now.

I came to Germany after summer vacation started.

As the fox in ⌜The Little Prince⌟ said, I too may have become accustomed to this place before I knew it.

Lewis went on stage first.

Anna, who remained in the waiting room, took out the sheet music next to me and started looking at it.

I repeat the instructions circled in red several times with my mouth clenched.

I also briefly started looking through the score of ⌜Emperor⌟.

After a while.

Louis returned to the waiting room, and this time Anna prepared to go on stage.

Anna noticed me and asked me to give her a high five, so I lightly touched her hand.

“I’ll do well!”

“okay.”

Anna goes out onto the stage with a big smile.

I watched the back until the end and then went out into the hallway.

The waiting room I was supposed to be in was the waiting room where Conductor Hoffman was.

So far, I’ve only spent some time in the ‘Part 1 performance waiting room’.

Louis follows me and talks to me, offering to see me off(?).

“Thank you for your consideration. “They also support me and Anna.”

“Because it wasn’t that big of a deal.”

“If you look closely, you look more mature than me?”

“I will probably be more mature for about a year and a half.”

“Is there something specific?”

“Details are always important. “It’s the same with music.”

“Tsk tsk. “It’s just you.”

After saying that he wanted to give a good performance, Lewis waved his hand and walked in the opposite direction.

Knock, knock, knock.

When I entered the waiting room, Conductor Hoffmann welcomed me.

After a few words of conversation, the conductor began to look at the score, and I sat down on the sofa, closed my eyes, and began to focus solely on my performance.

Time passed quickly.

A concert official came into the waiting room in between performances to inform people of the stage situation.

Anna’s performance ended safely, and the intermission time ended.

It’s not long before the second part of the performance starts.

Someone put a hand on my shoulder.

“Are you ready?”

Only then did I open my eyes.

The person looking at me was Conductor Hoffman.

“yes.”

“I have to leave in one minute.”

“It’s just right.”

“haha. “It looks like you’re nervous.”

“Because there is no reason for that.”

Conductor Hoffmann smiled kindly.

“okay. There is no reason to be nervous in front of audiences who come to listen to our music. Because they are on our side. “Then let’s go out quickly.”

The conductor takes the lead.

He opened the waiting room door and went outside.

I followed behind him.

The cheers from over 2,000 people were huge.

You can see the anticipation on the audience’s faces.

I could feel the desire hidden in their applause and eyes.

It was the same with the orchestra.

Members who only look at me.

It felt like I could feel the breath of each and every one of them.

Concert Roden and the conductor’s greetings have ended.

The Akjang held out his hand to me as well.

I held his hand.

The hands of someone who played the violin for a long time were very rough.

Master Roden looked into my eyes and smiled slightly.

It was the musician’s smile that I saw for the first time when I came here.

I walked slowly to the piano.

Instead of sitting down on the chair right away, I started by examining the piano.

In today’s performance, different pianos were used for parts 1 and 2.

So, you could say that this piano was prepared just for me.

88 keys.

230 strings.

The piano’s glossy surface reflected numerous lights from the concert hall, creating a star-like glow.

Those lights come right into my eyes.

‘Let’s try hard today.’

I put my hand on the piano and started talking to myself.

A piano tuned to fit my ⌜Emperor⌟.

You may not be able to hear the piano’s answer right now, but you will soon.

I unbuttoned my tailcoat and sat down on the piano bench.

The orchestra, conductor, and audience were only looking at me.

It was no one else.

Waiting for me, the performer.

Conductor Kai Hoffman’s eyes turn to me.

A person who hides sharpness in kindness.

Konzerthaus Berlin also resembled that person’s personality.

I raised my head.

I made eye contact with the Maestro.

I thought his deep, deep eyes were sparkling, and in an instant, the baton moved.

It was the moment that broke the long silence.

The fanfare that is the prelude to ⌜Emperor⌟ comes out from the orchestra.

A sound that would make you shiver.

I couldn’t stay still either.

I hit the keyboard as deeply as possible.

The dispersed chords and expanded chords unfold as if competing with each other.

I listened intently.

To the sound of the piano and the orchestra.

We continued to play according to their sounds and their breathing.

Organic yet intimate.

Express your passion together.

The ⌜Emperor⌟ lets out a heavy breath.

Music cannot be created alone.

⌜Emperor⌟ alone contains the thoughts of many people.

Me, Conductor Hoffmann and Concertmaster Roden.

Members of Konzerthaus.

Beethoven.

and.

Even the breath of the audience here is captured by this music.

I had something to show them.

I have that obligation.

I want to give them a break.

I wanted to show them beauty.

I wanted to give them this moment.

The music that came from Beethoven came to me.

me.

I am a person.

There is someone who I thought of as a colleague, understander, and friend.

I was inspired by him.

then.

So that I too can be an inspiration to someone.

I am also a pianist.

It will fulfill its role.

This was the music I wanted to make.

I continued playing ⌜Emperor⌟.

Thinking of many people…

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A man wandering in the vast sea slowly opens his eyes.

He looked at the child sleeping in the small wooden boat and patted his head.

‘It’s soon time to part ways.’

The container ship slowly approached the wooden ship.

Still, the child did not open his eyes.

A small child of 12 years old.

Miller stayed like that for a while so as not to forget him.

People came down from the container ship to a wooden boat.

They quickly took the child away, but no one saw Miller sitting in the wooden boat.

Still, Miller smiled.

I did the most meaningful thing in my entire life.

I had the most meaningful experience.

Now there is not a single regret left.

Miller was truly grateful for the opportunity to empathize with the child’s suffering.

No matter how long the night is, morning will come someday.

There are no more children who were frustrated even after practicing endlessly.

There are no more children who despaired of lack of results.

That kid.

Seojin you are

He is a musician I recognize.

The long night for you is now over.

Leave your pain here and go.

Leaving all your sorrow on this deserted island and this vast ocean.

I wish I could leave suddenly.

As a dead child, I can no longer be by your side…

In the most mysterious place in this world.

A little far.

Here.

You will hear…

“I’m waiting for a beautiful melody.”

Stay still and hold your breath.

I will only listen to your music.

My eternal companion.

My eternal understanding.

my forever friend.

Seojin.

I was happy to meet you.

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There is a boy who was quietly crying alone.

No one recognized his playing.

There were people who laughed at the boy’s practice.

There were some who told me to give up at that point.

Some people sarcastically said that with that level of skill, it would not be easy to even go to art school.

In reality, his playing was so-so.

But he didn’t give up.

In the end, I never let go of the music.

The boy.

This boy loved music that much.

I couldn’t possibly give up what I loved.

Over the course of many years.

I was just obsessed with music for 8, 12, or 16 hours a day.

But from some point on.

People began to shed tears at the boy’s melody.

People were impressed.

I found healing in his piano.

In fact, nothing had changed for the boy.

From my past self,

Until now, I just continued making music.

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In the Konterthaus, the ⌜Emperor⌟’s melody fades away.

The boy had been closing his eyes for some time.

The old orchestra represented the history of classical music.

The conductor encompasses it all.

The boy’s performance was very clear.

Well beyond the last seats of the concert hall.

So much so that it can be heard outside.

The boy’s piano skills were incredibly clear.

The critic in a dark blue suit who was sitting on the balcony on the second floor of the concert hall jumped up from his seat.

‘You finally found it!’

He clapped for the boy one beat before everyone else.

‘5 years… ‘Not about 10 years…’

He shouted Bravo at the top of his lungs.

‘A genius who only appears once in 100 years!!!’

“Waaaaaa!!!”

“bravo!!!”

“What is that child’s name?”

“Han Seo-jin. I heard you’re from Korea? “There were kids like that in the classical music world!”

“Waaaaaa!!!”

Finally.

Europe heard the boy’s music.