The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 146



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146 There again

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“thank you. yes. That’s how it happened. So, without further ado, I would like to send you an invitation ticket. I don’t know if my sister is still working in the ward on the 9th floor. Confirm the address…”

Before I could finish my sentence, Sister Lin yelled at me.

– Uh-huh! What are you talking about? Of course, for something like this, we have to buy tickets ourselves and go see the performance.

“It’s not that, it’s a free ticket…”

– Write! Seojin, don’t even think about that, just let me know the ticket opening date later. okay?

“Just the ticket…”

– uh? Uh huh! Uh huh!

“······.”

I couldn’t say anything.

Actually, it was an invitation ticket, but I was planning to buy the ticket myself and send it to them.

When my younger self said I was spending money, I told a white lie because I was afraid he would feel pressured, but even this didn’t work.

– Just the fact that you are growing well is a great gift to us. So it’s okay.

“······ all right. “Then when is the right time?”

– hour? Why time?

“Because we haven’t finalized the schedule yet. “I was thinking about scheduling a date that would be convenient for the medical staff there to come see me.”

– Hey. Is that possible?

“yes. “That’s how it happened.”

After talking with the people at the hospital, Sister Lin decided to contact me again tomorrow.

– More than that, Seojin, you remember Teacher Rong, right?

“He’s my doctor, so of course I remember. And when I sent you the ⌜Magic Fog⌟ email, I contacted you separately.”

– Ah, that’s right. It was like that. Teacher Rong is with me now? I’m feeling particularly low today. Could you please answer the phone? I’d like to ask you just a few words to say to me when I’m in good spirits.

“Are you feeling low today?”

– huh. She went away for a moment, but I thought she would be back soon. Will it be okay?

“Sure. But for some reason…”

– thank you. wait for a sec. yes Teacher Rong! Seojin! Seojin. The teacher said he missed me so much!

“······.”

Maybe it’s because I’m on an overseas call, or maybe Lynne has an impatient personality, but there are times when I can’t finish speaking.

Just as Sister Lin said, Teacher Rong’s voice was quiet.

Yet, he keeps saying the same thing over and over again, saying thank you to me and thanking me again.

So I corrected what the teacher said.

“Mr. Rong. I’m the one who should be thankful. At that time, the teacher made me, who was unconscious, wake up like this. I heard it from Lynn. “She said she went through a lot at the time.”

– no. Han Seo-jin was a strong person himself. So I was able to wake up. that is······. Today, I feel very grateful to Han Seo-jin for that. Singapore performance. I’ll be waiting.

The call was a bit short.

Teacher Rong transferred the phone back to Sister Lin.

– Teacher Rong’s tone may have sounded a bit blunt, but he really likes it.

“I’m glad that happened. And I have one more thing to tell you.”

– one more?

“yes. After the Esplanade performance, I thought it would be a good idea to do a charity performance at the Singapore National Hospital. “Is it okay?”

Originally, the entire matter was supposed to be handled by ⌜Schmid⌟.

But I wanted to say this myself first.

Sister Lin appears to be discussing with Teacher Rong on the other end of the phone.

After a while, fortunately, a positive response came back.

– That would be great! I think I’ll have to talk to the management team, but they often do charity concerts in the lobby of our hospital, right? That’s why the piano is always placed there. Everyone will be so happy if you come. We’ll all be waiting together!

“I will be waiting too. I think it will be a very enjoyable performance.”

– okay. I’m sure it will.

We ended the call by saying that we would call often in the future.

Lynn saw the text I sent and immediately called me.

Thanks to you, we were able to share many stories.

My mother, who was looking at me happily from across the table, quietly spoke to me.

“son. “Did it go well?”

Since the call came while I was explaining the Singapore itinerary to my mother, she seemed to have gotten a general idea of ​​what was being exchanged.

So I spoke honestly.

“Unfortunately, they say they won’t accept invitation tickets. Everything else went well. “I also talked to Mr. Rong on the phone.”

“Hmm~ I see~”

My mother rested her chin and looked at me, then stretched out her hand.

Then he strokes my hair once.

“How is it so special? “Mom, she’s full even if she doesn’t eat?”

“······ Isn’t that because you ate a lot for dinner? “You ate half a bowl of rice today.”

My mother burst out laughing at my facts.

“Tsk tsk. This guy. “Mom won’t let her say anything touching at all?”

“I think people need to eat.”

“okay. And I also have to listen to my son play from time to time. “That’s right, right?”

He said that when he was preparing a meal in the kitchen on the first floor, he could faintly hear the sound of a piano coming from the second floor.

Plus, listening to Suyeon and I laughing often, I don’t think I could be happier than this.

That’s why they say thank you so much.

“I guess today is the day I get to hear thank you. “I just said that on the phone too.”

“so?”

“yes. “Even though I’m the one who’s really thankful.”

My mother, who always supported and supported me.

My mother had never shouted at me in her entire life.

“Thank you for your words. “But is there something you’re worried about these days?”

“Are you worried?”

“huh. “Her mother doesn’t know music as well as Seojin, but she still feels it sometimes.”

Even though I feel like my music is beautiful and shining.

You say that sometimes, very occasionally, there seem to be times when a little sadness comes out.

My mother carefully asked me if I had any worries or sorrows.

Rubbing my head again.

I answered.

“well. “Maybe I got that feeling while interpreting the song.”

“really? “Is that all?”

“yes. When you play music, a lot of your thoughts become organized. It seems like that’s the process right now. That also gives me comfort. So I’m fine.”

“Seojin, is that enough for you?”

“That’s enough. and······.”

I glanced at the picture attached to the refrigerator in the kitchen with a magnet.

My mother follows my gaze and looks at the same picture.

A picture Suyeon drew in kindergarten.

The picture drawn crookedly with crayons depicted a scene where I was playing the piano and Suyeon was smiling next to me.

As I was looking at the picture, I couldn’t help but smile.

“There are also things like this. “Like your mother said, you feel full even if you don’t eat?”

“Tsk tsk. okay. Are you saying I’ll get jealous when I see you guys? “I’m so happy about it.”

It’s been a while since I talked to my mother until late at night.

In the meantime, my father, who got off work late, joined us and joined the conversation.

Suyeon, who came down to the first floor to drink water, quietly took a seat next to me.

Suyeon quickly fell asleep, resting her head on my arm.

Mother, father, and I watched Suyeon sleeping peacefully for a while.

Everyone has similar smiles.

* * *

“That kid is coming to Singapore?”

“Is that so? They say the ‘child of hope’ became a pianist.”

“Really?”

“It’s awesome, right? “They say it’s especially popular in the U.S. and Germany.”

“and···. It’s touching. “It seems like it was just yesterday that I saw the news that that child had been rescued.”

“I heard you were in tears?”

Singapore became abuzz as pianist Seojin Han’s performance schedule was confirmed.

The media congratulated the growth of the ‘child of hope’ and told the story of a child who was a pianist.

The youngest winner of the Ettlingen Competition.

Collaboration with Konzerthaus Berlin.

The success of the Carnegie Hall performance.

Even though Esplanade and ⌜Schmid⌟ did not promote it, these stories began to spread word of mouth on their own.

However, this did not mean that Esplanade and ⌜Schmid⌟ stayed still.

They first distributed invitations to the performance to the rescue team and medical staff at the time of the AC2505 accident.

Some of those who received invitations even sent money to Esplanade, saying they would pay for the tickets.

When Esplanade returned the money, some people said they would donate the same amount as the ticket price, and various funny stories continued to emerge.

One person was watching this situation with a smile.

Esplanade Director Kelly continued.

“What started out as a good thing is now becoming a publicity stunt. Regardless of future ticket sales, I think we have left a good image for both sides.”

Rogers of ⌜Schmid⌟ nodded.

“yes. At first, the child said he would buy the invitation ticket himself, but it ended up like this. So what time do tickets open tomorrow?”

“It’s 15:00. “Our prediction is that tickets will sell out much faster than at Carnegie Hall.”

“It’s good.”

“By the way, how is things going at the hospital? “I heard it will be done on a small scale.”

A story about the charity performance scheduled to be held at the Singapore National Hospital after the Esplanade performance.

Even though it was a charity performance, it was not a grand format, and it was simply planned so that pianist Seojin Han would play in the hospital lobby and the audience would freely make donations.

Rogers answers.

“yes. This is an event that will not accept any outside audience. It is a performance only for hospital people and patients. So there was nothing for ⌜Schmid⌟ to prepare for. That’s what our artists wanted.”

“I would say I am a pure musician. “If it’s child-like, a child-like performance can be created.”

“As I said, I am not an artist who is swayed by ‘money’ and ‘the stage.’”

“I think so. As the schedule is planned with good intentions, I hope that a lot of ‘money’ will be made from the Esplanade performance. ⌜Schmid⌟ and that kid too.”

“As things are progressing step by step, we hope so too.”

next day.

3pm Singapore time.

About 10 minutes had passed since pianist Seojin Han’s recital tickets went on sale.

As many people expected.

The seats in the 2,000-seat Esplanade main hall were quickly sold out.

* * *

All the fallen leaves that had been trampled on were suddenly gone.

The autumn breeze, which used to be reassuring even with just one coat on, has become a bit harsher.

The last day of the Seolhwa Yejung final exam.

“It’s over! “It’s finally over!”

“oh my god! “I can finally rest properly now!”

“First of all, I’m not going to practice today? Don’t let anyone stop you. no······. I’m only going to practice for 2 hours. “Don’t stop me any further than this.”

“What is he saying?”

“There are kids whose screws fall out one by one after the exam. Rather, let’s go have some fun. “How about karaoke?”

“hey! “What am I!”

Students leaving the school gate one by one.

I was saying goodbye to my friends here.

“A performance as soon as the exam is over. “You must be out of your mind too.”

“It’s not like it’s a performance I was secretly looking forward to. “We have plenty of time to rehearse, so we have plenty of time to spare.”

“He’s definitely different because he has Carnegie Hall experience. “You said Singapore this time, right?”

“that’s right. Singapore. Marina Bay Music Festival.”

“If I get the chance, I’d like to go see your performance at least once. Do well and come back.”

“okay. You said you were going to a competition this winter. “Do well and come back.”

“I remember everything. thanks.”

After saying hello to most of my piano department A, B, and C classmates.

I said hello separately to Shin Joo-won, Baek So-yeon, and Lee Ha-eun, who usually accompany me.

There was still the second semester left, but after completing the schedule in Singapore, it was winter vacation, so it could be the last greeting of the first year.

“I’m already going abroad a lot. Before you know it, it has grown like this.”

“Are you talking about my height?”

“uh. She must have grown 10cm more? Isn’t that too much? “Now you’re even taller.”

Shin Joo-won was definitely taller than me during the first semester.

Before we knew it, our eye level had become similar.

“So you have to eat well and exercise hard. “There is a saying that growing up is important.”

“haha. Are you going to preach to me until this very moment? Is that okay?”

Shin Joo-won hesitated for a moment and then extended his hand to me.

“what······. I had a good year with you. Because I don’t know if we’ll be in the same class next year or not. First of all, what does it mean to be grateful?”

“It’s bland.”

I held Shin Joo-won’s hand.

Afterwards, I shook hands with Baek So-yeon and Lee Ha-eun once.

My friends, I sincerely hope that my Esplanade performance goes well.

After standing in front of the school gate and talking for a while, I returned to Saebom-dong with Lee Ha-eun as usual.

As we walked down the street, we chatted excitedly about the events that had happened this year.

There were some stories that only Lee Ha-eun and I knew, so as we talked, we didn’t even realize we had arrived at the crossroads in Saebom-dong.

“ruler.”

“what’s this?”

Lee Ha-eun took out a notebook from her bag.

“He said he was going to take a flight this evening. See you there. “You won’t be bored.”

“Is it a gift?”

“I’m not giving it to you. It’s just a gift from everyone. Anyway, I have to open it ‘later on the plane’? Understand?”

Lee Ha-eun must have been disappointed with just this, and only after giving me another small box did she step back.

I was told I could open this right away, so I looked and saw that it was full of snacks.

“That is a gift from me. “Share it with Sooyeon.”

“thank you. “Suyeon will be very happy.”

“you?”

“Of course me too. “I only bought what I like.”

“Hmm. That’s it then. “I’m satisfied.”

Lee Ha-eun waved at me.

I was really thankful for this year.

He smiles brightly, saying it feels like he spent a year together at Seolhwa Yejung that he will never forget.

I smiled and waved the same way as Lee Ha-eun.

When I returned home, I practiced a little more and then packed my bags.

And, feeling a little more familiar, I went to Incheon Airport with my family.

Flight to Singapore.

My family decided to go with me on this flight no matter what.

“what······. “Not for any particular reason.”

“My mom especially likes Singapore. “I guess her son didn’t know?”

“brother. “I was also curious about Singapore.”

Anyway.

It was our family that I could clearly see inside.

The plane took off safely.

As promised with Lee Ha-eun, I opened the notebook on the plane.

and.

– hey! This is the first time I cried after hearing your performance for the practical test. I was impressed. know? So, do well at the Esplanade performance. Beomjun Oh –

– Take a lot of pictures of Sooyeon. And you know that your piano skills have improved a lot since the first semester, right? It was cool. Let’s be in the same class again next year~ Baek So-yeon –

– Have some fun. Then die. Go to Singapore and find a hobby. And when I return to Korea, buy me just one snack. Let’s share it together. Shin Joo-won –

– You know I’m your best friend, right? Am I the only childhood friend? and······. thank you. I was so happy that you became my friend. Thanks to your music, I was able to wake up. So let’s make many good memories in the future. If you have a hard time, be sure to tell me! Lee Ha-eun –

– You know that the teacher always supports Seojin, right? And thank you for doing so well in Class A this year~ Yang Woo-joo –

– Student Seojin Han will definitely become a great performer. Maruho –

– Practice the same way every day. Son Taehyuk –

······.

Countless people wrote by hand, stitch by stitch, in their notebooks.

I read the contents slowly and thoroughly.

Su-yeon, who was sitting in the seat next to her, looked at her notebook and was startled.

“oh! I didn’t see this on purpose! “I guess it was a letter from my brother.”

“are you okay. “It’s not like there’s anything worth hiding.”

“······ okay?”

Suyeon seemed to be watching me for a moment, then smiled slightly.

“But brother.”

“huh?”

“It seems like you’ve gained a lot of friends. I’m jealous for no reason. Hi-Hi.”

“okay······. “It happened like that before I knew it.”

A year spent at Seolhwa Yejung.

Thinking of many stories…

I set foot in Singapore again.