The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 142



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142 A little lighter

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Tremendous cheers erupted.

All 2,804 seats in the audience stand up and applaud.

Numerous lights illuminating the stage.

The cries of a diverse audience whose gender and age group cannot be identified.

Their enthusiasm is clearly conveyed.

The piano that was making the performance with me was holding its breath for a moment.

I greeted everyone with sincerity.

And then I entered the waiting room, holding Suyeon’s tiny hand tightly.

The shouts from the stage can be heard all the way to here.

Suyeon was a little excited.

“People are loving my playing so much! “I think everyone was impressed!”

“I hope so.”

“I’m sure it was. “I was like that too.”

“Sooyeon too?”

“huh!”

Suyeon continued her explanation with sparkling eyes.

On my piano.

I felt the sea, the wind, and the sunlight.

That was very cozy.

He told me a story that warmed his heart.

“If Suyeon felt that way, today’s performance was a success. “My brother actually played while thinking that way.”

“really?”

“Then~”

“So I got it right? no. Was it because my brother played so well that I was able to get it right? That would be more correct. right?”

Suyeon smiles brightly while looking at me.

I stroked Suyeon’s head one more time.

At that time, Director Rogers checked the stage situation and said to me.

“I think I should go out on stage now. “If I’m late, I’ll be in trouble.”

The audience is all shouting for an encore.

Even so, the shouts coming from the stage were becoming more and more clear.

It seemed like it would be perfect to go out now.

But Su-yeon motions for me to take a moment.

It was a hand signal between my brother and sister asking us to lower our heads and be at eye level.

As I stared at Suyeon’s face, she hesitated for a moment and stretched out her hand.

Then.

“I feel at ease because my brother does this. So I wanted to do this too. Are you fine?”

Suyeon stroked my head with one hand.

“······.”

Suddenly, an old thought came to mind.

What on earth is this good about?

I couldn’t understand at all…

Now I completely understood the meaning of this action.

I can now understand.

Suyeon’s small hands comfort me.

The touch was very soft.

I smiled broadly.

“Thank you, Suyeon. “I feel much more at ease, brother.”

Suyeon looked left and right and whispered softly to me.

“Hehehe. I knew it. Then I’ll do it again later. “Oppa, do a good encore~”

Suyeon waves her hand at me.

I waved at Suyeon the same way and went back on stage.

This performance has already ended.

All the scenes I wanted to show to the audience were shown.

It played peace, happiness, and comfort.

then.

The encore from now on was a reward for the audience who sympathized with my performance.

I sat down at the piano and played a prepared piece.

Very enjoyable.

We made the final part of the stage.

* * *

The performance ended.

People in the audience headed to the lobby to see the boy.

Send praise and support to the boy, take pictures, and get autographs.

If the situation were like this, the average young performer would be extremely excited or surprised.

There are only a few performers who can remain calm when looking at the people filling the lobby.

However, the 13-year-old pianist who was the star of Carnegie Hall today looked calm.

He smiled and listened to everyone’s words one by one.

“Your piano reminded me of my childhood. I once went on a sea trip with her parents… thank you······. thanks······.”

“I would be more grateful if you listened to my performance like that. Thank you for coming to see the performance.”

“It was a nice ⌜mirror⌟. It seemed like the landscape was drawn naturally. and······. “It was a performance that made one feel longing.”

“⌜Mirror⌟ was a song I had been preparing for quite some time. “I don’t know if that’s why you felt that way.”

“I’ve had a hard time these days, but my heart feels lighter. Your playing was very warm. To the point of tears. That’s exactly what I felt. “How do you play like that?”

“Music is so amazing. “I’m glad my feelings were conveyed well.”

“okay. Your playing was truly beautiful. I will never forget you in my life. never.”

This is what it looks like.

The sight of a boy sharing an interesting story with the audience.

There was no need for a separate interview.

CNN reporter Nora Ward chatted with the person next to her as she watched the young pianist being captured on camera.

“A genius of a level we couldn’t even imagine has emerged. “You said this was that kid’s first performance, right?”

“Excluding the Ettlingen Gala Concert, this is the first time.”

“I think I understand why Director Rogers was so confident. Even me… “After hearing that child play, forgotten memories came to mind.”

“Is that so?”

Reporter Ward continued speaking while keeping his gaze on the child.

“You said the next schedule hasn’t been decided yet, right?”

“yes. “Like I said before.”

“Did you leave your schedule that empty on purpose? I knew this performance would be a success. “To immediately raise that child’s value.”

“······.”

Rogers did not immediately answer this question.

Because she was right to some extent.

That kid is different from the average performer.

Regardless of piano skill, technique or technique.

A pianist who can move people’s emotions.

I believed that if I was given a stage that many people could see, I could definitely do it.

in short.

‘It was a planned success.’

Of the three performances signed with that child, I thought it would be okay to schedule the remaining two performances slowly.

What if, after the Carnegie Hall performance, rumors about that child’s performance spread widely?

I was confident that I would be invited ‘first’ to a good concert hall.

Then, the child’s value will naturally increase, and the child’s right to choose performances will also naturally arise.

Rogers didn’t want to rush.

That child was clearly growing up.

If you compare the performance shown at the Ettlingen Gala Concert with today’s performance, the child has taken another step forward.

So what next?

What next?

I believe that now is a time when the child’s growth is more important.

So I wanted to create a situation where the child could do whatever he wanted.

Carnegie Hall brings fame, increases value, and brings options.

Your child will be able to perform the performance they want, whenever they want.

That was enough.

‘Besides, Queen Elizabeth said she wants to go next year.’

There was no need to rush.

Director Rogers gave an appropriate answer to reporter Ward.

Enough to make me curious.

Just enough to increase the child’s value a little more.

Ward eventually raised both hands.

“all right. I won’t ask for details. However, if the next schedule is set, please let CNN know first. “That’s okay, right?”

“Sure. “I have to give that much to the reporter who went all the way to Korea to see that child.”

After the conversation between the two is over.

The scheduled interview with CNN was conducted.

The child speaks in depth about today’s performance and even speaks English perfectly.

He was a prepared genius.

* * *

We ‘pretended’ to leave the Carnegie Hall lobby and then came back.

I passed through the now deserted lobby and headed to a quiet part of Carnegie Hall.

I asked Director Gray a question.

“Was it really necessary to direct something like this?”

“Because if we don’t do that, people won’t go back. “It would be nice if you could say that it is the know-how of many years.”

Even after the interview with CNN, the audience remained in the lobby for a long time.

People who consistently support me.

I felt like I wanted to talk to the audience non-stop, but Director Gray persuaded me right away, saying, “Shouldn’t our employees get off work too?”

Thanks to this, after I directed(?) our departure from Carnegie Hall, we were able to return here and easily move to the desired location.

A corner of Carnegie Hall.

When I opened the padlocked door, I saw a small room lined with luxurious bookshelves.

A place I visited with Director Gray before the performance.

This was the room where Carnegie Hall’s guest book was located.

We went inside it.

Director Gray placed a booklet on the table.

“You just need to record the name and date first, then write whatever you want to say. “It would be better if you wrote down the feelings you are having right now.”

“yes. All right.”

A booklet that is close to a historical relic.

I took the luxurious-looking ballpoint pen that Director Gray gave me and thought about it for a moment.

Today is my second time in this room, but every time I come here from now on, I feel like I’ll be reminded of Uncle Miller’s guest book.

At that time, the man looked at the audience at the performance.

But I mainly thought about one person in today’s performance.

so.

I decided to reveal it here.

I filled out the guestbook.

I wrote down the words of my uncle, who have already become mine.

–

music. I found all the answers in it.

The sound of birds, waves, and wind.

Even the sounds hidden in people’s emotions became embedded in my music.

I would like to ask.

He asks if you are calm.

He asks if you are happy.

I want you to be comforted.

and.

I hope everyone finds joy.

I hope that the many audiences who come here will smile.

Even if it’s not necessarily my performance.

Through music made by numerous musicians.

I hope you find healing.

I am thinking of you as I write this guestbook.

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

Because that’s what I have to do.

wherever you are.

I hope my message got through to you.

I am that kind of musician.

Knowing nothing about the world.

I am a 13-year-old immature pianist.

–

A guestbook written in one breath.

Director Gray looked at the guestbook I wrote and tilted his head slightly.

“Does this sound like something I’ve seen before? “Who was it?”

“It can’t be helped. “I am the one who played ⌜Mirror⌟ today.”

“mirror?”

“yes. So, this is enough for my first guestbook.”

Director Gray smiled as soon as he heard the word ‘first’.

“okay. If you are, then so be it. “If you’re a performer at Carnegie Hall, whatever you write will be meaningful.”

I looked at the words written in the guestbook.

I looked at Director Gray putting the guest book on the bookshelf.

I once again thought about my small wish at the wish-granting fountain in Ettlingen.

We returned to the Carnegie Hall lobby.

Many people were waiting for me there.

father and mother.

Suyeon wearing a pretty dress.

Professor Yuhan Kang.

Pianist Laurent and the pianist who introduces himself as Payance.

Director Rogers and ⌜Schmid⌟ officials.

and.

Many musicians.

I shook hands with each and every one of them and said hello.

As the greeting was about to end, Sooyeon came next to me and poked my side.

My little brother gently reaching out his hand.

Suyeon whispers to me.

“Hmm! It’s because I feel at ease when I hold my brother’s hand. It seems like everyone is looking for your hand today. “If I keep doing this, it will be taken away.”

Han Soo-yeon claims my ‘share’.

I smiled and held his small hand tightly.

“Is this okay?”

“Hi-Hi. “This is enough.”

As I left Carnegie Hall, a cool breeze blew.

The autumn wind swirls around me and then goes far away.

I looked at the place where the wind passed.

sky.

The moon was up there.

The first half of the moon is dark and half is bright.

It seemed like I would soon be able to see the full moon as time passed.

‘Someday, I will be filled like that too.’

We walked for a while along the road leading from Carnegie Hall.

Even here, the cool fall weather brings a bit of loneliness.

My brother’s hand was very warm.

Those little hands…

I felt even more grateful today.

I tried to take the next step a little more lightly.

With everyone here.