The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 139



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The boy continues to play on stage.

A lyrical and beautiful melody fills the space.

With one small movement from the boy, the melody finds its path.

People in the audience quietly watched the scene.

Without saying anything.

I respect the boy’s performance.

The performance gradually came to an end.

His performance, which showed many things, disappears into thin air with the last note.

The boy stood up.

After finishing rehearsal, the boy headed to his teacher first.

Seek, record and accept feedback on your performance.

The family welcomed the boy.

The pretty girl is the first to hug the boy.

The boy pats the girl’s head and responds with a smile.

The parents heaped praise on the boy.

The people in the audience looked at them with joy as they looked so ideal.

Among them, one Carnegie Hall official spoke quietly.

“I shouldn’t have watched the rehearsal today.”

“I agree. But this is our job.”

Basic performance evaluation.

To do this, they were in the audience from the first rehearsal.

“If I had been able to see that child’s performance right away, I would have been twice as moved.”

“I can’t help it. But being able to see this performance for the first time is another privilege, right?”

“but. “It was a special performance, enough to be called a ‘privilege.’”

“But that kid is 13 years old this year?”

“I was surprised too. He said he was the winner of Ettlingen, so I was just thinking, ‘I guess so.’ I can’t believe it.”

“How on earth can you play like that at that age?”

“genius. “All I can think about is this.”

“that’s right. “It was a truly incredible performance.”

Carnegie Hall, where performances take place every week, every week.

Some people would say that just standing on this stage is a dream come true, but from the perspective of those who work here, the performers all seem similar.

They all gave rave reviews.

This was a very unusual thing.

Director Gray, who can be said to be the general manager of ‘Isaac Stern Auditorium’, looked at the audience seats far away while compiling the team members’ evaluations.

A place where ⌜Schmid⌟ officials gather.

It seemed like a similar story was going on there too.

“That’s great. It was a great performance. “I think Director Rogers’ judgment was right.”

An elderly woman with gray hair looks at the boy from a distance.

Director Rogers nodded.

“That kid is not your typical Ettlingen winner. “He is a pianist who always performs beyond imagination.”

An elderly woman.

She, one of the directors of ⌜Schmid⌟, first apologized to Rogers.

“sorry. At first, I was worried that a 13-year-old child would feel pressured by performing at Carnegie Hall. And then I often saw her break down. “But that turned out to be false.”

“Actually, Carnegie Hall is a very ‘appropriate stage’ for that child right now. And he is a performer that we must definitely retain in the future.”

“I agree too. By the way, did you say that child will be attending the Queen Elizabeth next year?”

“yes. you’re right.”

Her eyes lit up.

But that sign disappeared in an instant.

“okay. Never spare your support for that child. “If necessary, I don’t mind selling my name within the company.”

“All right.”

After hearing Rogers’ answer, the white-haired woman looked at the child again. She then suddenly left Isaac Stern Auditorium. Soon after, several of her employees from ⌜Schmid⌟ followed her out.

Director Rogers, who remained in the audience, thought carefully about the child’s performance a moment ago.

What on earth made that child’s performance so special?

What were you thinking when you played?

With what mindset do you touch the piano keys?

Many questions passed by in passing.

‘Except that kid’s playing is amazing… There’s nothing I can know right now. ‘

Rogers glanced at where Han Seo-jin was.

The first child I met in Berlin.

Even before the afterglow of the collaboration with the Konzerthaus had subsided, the child was once again trying to show a performance beyond imagination.

‘genius. okay. ‘This is probably the most fitting description.’

Rogers inadvertently thought that the aftermath of this Carnegie Hall performance might be significant.

I walked towards where the child was.

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A few days later.

Manhattan, New York.

Many musicians were arriving one by one at this place that leads world culture.

Among those who gathered to watch Ai’s performance was a pianist who was called a young French virtuoso.

“long time no see! “Mr. Payance!”

The person Chloe Laurent called teacher.

Pianist Michael Payans, winner of the Chopin Competition, welcomed Laurent.

“haha. It’s been a while. Are you playing well?”

“sure. “I was in Philadelphia until just yesterday.”

After Laurent won the Queen Elizabeth in her early 20s, she received instruction from many great masters and had many ‘teachers’ here and there.

“But how did you come to America? “You’re mostly only in Europe.”

Payans answered honestly.

“Kang Yu-han’s student is giving a recital at Carnegie Hall. I need to be able to stay still. And it’s so noisy even in Europe. “How dare you boast that you saw a genius with your own eyes.”

“Ah, I also heard him play in Ettlingen and Berlin, and it was amazing. “I thought Mozart was reborn?”

“Look! I couldn’t stand it as they kept throwing out one word at a time like this. There······.”

Payans smiled slightly.

“I heard something interesting from Dresden’s Melody.”

“Oh. Richter violinist?”

Max Richter was a virtuoso musician one generation younger than Payans.

“okay. I met him by chance in Prague and he said something quite interesting. In fact, I came to the United States to check it out.”

“yes? “What is that…”

Fayans recalled what he had heard from Richter.

If you get a chance to see this child play, forgotten memories might come back.

He also said that we would be able to find out what music is that transcends time and space.

A word that is close to a riddle.

Fayans did not receive a detailed explanation from Richter.

‘Anyway, if you wait a little longer, you’ll get the answer. There isn’t much time left until the performance starts.’

After checking the time, Payans quietly got up from his seat.

“Let’s just go.” “If you and I are too close to the performance time, it will be noisier.”

The two people left the cafe near Central Park and moved to Carnegie Hall.

The lobby was already crowded.

⌜Schmid⌟ As a rule for planned performances, tickets can be purchased on-site on the day for those who have difficulty making online reservations.

Usually around 15%.

So, in the case of popular performances, even people who have not been able to reserve online tickets flock together, creating a crowded performance.

“uh! “Aren’t you Payance, the pianist?”

“really? where? where?”

“I guess you came to see this performance today!”

“and. oh my god! “Is it true?”

“Isn’t Chloe Laurent next to her?”

“I guess that’s right? What’s really in today’s show? “The greats are coming here.”

“I heard on CNN that you were a genius, but I guess it’s true.”

“The kid on NewTube said his performance was good. “I guess the praise from the great masters wasn’t an exaggeration.”

People who recognized the two pianists began asking for autographs and photos from them.

Laurent and Payance did their best to accommodate the fans’ requests, but as time went by, the crowds grew larger and eventually the security team began to clean up the place.

“Couldn’t you have contacted us earlier? “In that case, we would have attached a security team.”

“I just came as an audience member today, so there was no need for that.”

“that’s right. “It was nice to meet fans so close after a long time.”

Fayance and Laurent followed the security guard and took their seats on the second floor of the Isaac Stern Auditorium.

From the second floor, the entire hall was visible at a glance.

The first floor auditorium is gently sloping.

People were coming in one by one through the red velvet-covered hallway.

Fayans looked at the piano placed in the center of the stage.

A black piano that reflects the light of countless lights.

There was nothing on the wide stage except the piano that shined like a star.

‘A 13-year-old child… ‘Can we really fill this stage?’

‘It would have been better if we had started step by step from a small stage.’

‘If this is the greed of adults…’

Payans was worried even after hearing the words of his musician friends.

Laurent seems to have noticed his expression and quietly mentions it.

“He was a child who was not pushed back even when performing with the Konzerthaus.”

“Isn’t Roden considerate of the child?”

“Ah~ Don’t you know Master Roden’s personality?”

“Hehehe. okay. Maybe it’s just that I worry more as I get older. “You could just focus on solving Richter’s puzzle.”

“What on earth is that puzzle?”

“I don’t know.”

“Uhm…”

At that time, happy people appeared in the auditorium on the second floor.

Musicians that Fayance knows well.

They shook hands with Payans and said hello.

The last person to appear was Kang Yu-han.

It is said that he was with the child in the waiting room and then hurriedly came to the audience.

Payance asks Kang Yu-han.

“Couldn’t you have stayed with me until the end? “At 13, you’re at the age where you need something like that.”

Kang Yu-han chuckled after hearing his words.

“What Seojin needs right now is not me.”

“then?”

“Time to be alone and think about music. He actually needs something like that at this moment. That kid is already no different from a professional musician. “I came here on purpose to create that time.”

“haha. “I don’t find it easy to believe any story about this child.”

“It would be quicker for you to see it yourself. “Please wait a moment.”

“I’ve already been waiting desperately. “Time flies.”

Fayance slowly looked around the Isaac Stern Auditorium.

The auditorium, which had been sparsely empty, was soon full.

The audience’s clamor resonates with the structure of the hall.

People who are each making their voices heard.

They were expecting only one, waiting for only one.

The performer is.

A pianist giving a recital.

You should be able to convince all these people alone.

It was never easy.

A cheerful bell sound came from the speakers in the hall.

The hall becomes quiet following the notice announcing entry restrictions.

After a while, the murmur completely subsided.

Fayance checked his watch.

The second hand moves one space at a time, signaling the imminent performance.

The lights started to get dimmer.

Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness.

Fayans quietly looked at the stage without even breathing.

In this space that seems to have stopped for a moment.

Only the second hand of the watch on his wrist continued to move step by step.

* * *

The electronic clock above the waiting room door blinks every second.

19:57:07

19:57:08

19:57:09

19:57:10

19:57:11

There is still time left.

Time was truly amazing.

Never stop, always move forward.

‘It would be nice to go back sometimes.’

19:57:30

That doesn’t happen.

I clenched my fist.

This contains a message written by the man.

You can go further.

I was able to do that.

I received help from Uncle Miller again.

This feeling…

It was very warm, yet a little nostalgic.

And I was thankful.

I closed my eyes for a moment.

“Are you ready?”

“I have to go out soon.”

A time I thought was just a moment.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Director Rogers and Director Gray.

I looked at the clock and there were 30 seconds left.

I nodded.

“I’m ready.”

The door to the stage at Carnegie Hall slowly opens.

The stage lighting, which was more intense than the fluorescent lights in the waiting room, came all the way here.

I paused for a moment before stepping on the light.

“······.”

Only after clenching my fists again did I go out onto the stage.

People cheered.

Applause, shouting, cheering, encouragement, praise.

Something that shakes my emotions is pouring out.

But now I am not shaken by that.

Because I had one thing in mind.

I raised my head high to look at the entire audience.

These people I am so thankful for.

I looked at them and said hello.

And I sat down in front of the piano.

The first song I would play was Maurice Ravel’s ⌜Mirror⌟.

Maurice Ravel – Miroirs, M.43 for piano.

A suite consisting of five piano pieces.

It was a work that expressed various shapes reflected in the musician’s artistic soul.

I slowly touched the piano keys.

The slightly cold feeling of the keyboard is transmitted directly to the hands.

The black keys protruding above the white keys tickle my hands.

Senses throughout the body become sensitive.

I closed my eyes.

The scenery I see before my eyes guides me there.

Wind, sunlight, the smell of the sea.

Even my colorful emotions began there.

I too will find all the answers in music.

I raised both hands high and let them go for a moment on the keyboard.

Hoping that the melody of D Flat Major, which starts gently, will reach the audience…

I showed off the ⌜mirror⌟ that was inside me.

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The second hand of the clock above the waiting room door moves.

7:57:07.

7:57:08.

7:57:09.

7:57:10.

7:57:11.

There is still time left.

Time is such a fascinating thing.

If you do something fun, it passes quickly.

Three years after winning the Ettlingen Competition.

After performing on various stages, I came to my senses and ended up here.

The boy clenched his hands.

‘I hope the audience who came to see today’s performance are happy.’

‘If you have any sadness, I hope you can shake it off after listening to my performance today.’

This means…

I thought it would be good if it was conveyed to them properly.

“Are you ready?”

“I have to go soon.”

Two people came next to the boy who was quietly closing his eyes.

Two officials from Carnegie Hall.

Mark Miller opened his eyes.

I looked at the clock and there were 30 seconds left.

‘It’s just the right time.’

I nodded my head.

The door to Carnegie Hall slowly opens.

The strong lighting from the stage enters the waiting room.

Miller looked closely at the light.

I clenched my fists again and went out onto the stage.

“Waaaaaa!!!”

“Miller!!!”

People cheer.

Miller paused for a moment.

And suddenly I looked back.

‘Is it an illusion?’

You shouldn’t be emotional right now.

So I focused again.

Miller greeted the audience and then sat down at the piano.

The first song Miller would play was Maurice Ravel’s ⌜Mirror⌟.

Maurice Ravel – Miroirs, M.43 for piano.

A suite consisting of five piano pieces.

Miller had a routine.

A routine developed while visiting numerous performance venues.

Richter sometimes laughed at this.

‘This is how I feel at ease.’

Miller slowly touched the piano keys.

The slightly cold feeling of the keyboard is transmitted directly to the hands.

The black keys protruding above the white keys tickle my hands.

The senses throughout my body become increasingly sensitive.

My eyes slowly close.

The imaginary landscape heightened Miller’s emotions.

A variety of emotions arose.

Miller thought.

Just as the music of previous performers continued, ⌜Mirror⌟ was able to be performed again here at Carnegie Hall.

someday.

‘I wish I could be someone’s mirror too.’

Miller raised his hands high.

A child raises both hands high.

The two people’s hands fall on the keyboard in an instant without any error.

The audience all listens to the melody of D Flat Major, which begins softly.

A work that expresses various shapes reflected in the musician’s artistic soul.

Same place.

Another time.

and.

Same but different music.

Label’s ⌜mirror⌟ has a subtle yet warm feel…

Stay in this space for a while.