The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 151



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151 full moon

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On the high stage of the Esplanade.

The child bowed his head deeply and took ample time to bow to the audience.

Rin’s eyes seemed to convey his sincerity at that sight, and for no reason more tears came to his eyes.

‘good job······. good job······. Seo Jin-ah…’

Lin wiped away her tears and spoke to Rong next to her.

“I think Seojin will be a fan. “Even though I don’t know anything about classical music, I wanted to hear that wonderful pianist play again.”

“I think that happened to me too. “That kid showed his best performance today.”

Rin didn’t try to block out the overwhelming emotions.

I wanted to be honest about everything right here and now.

So I stopped wiping away my flowing tears.

“Mr. Rong. Me······. Sue I wanted to give up more than 100 times until I became a nurse. “Actually, I wanted to quit.”

“I know very well.”

“But now. I am······. I think I did well to become a nurse. That’s how I met that kid. So we were able to save those children. I am······. “This is enough.”

Lin’s voice trembles.

Even though I couldn’t see the stage clearly because of the tears forming in the corners of my eyes, I could picture what that child would look like in my mind.

Rong listened to her sincere words and slowly nodded.

He closed his eyes to hide his slightly trembling eyelids and had to swallow the tears that were about to fall down his throat, but Rong answered calmly.

Because Rong also wanted to be more honest now.

“······ I think I did well to become a doctor. Seeing the child who passed through us shine like that… I gained a little more courage. We must keep moving forward. “I used today as a driving force.”

“I think I will be able to overcome all sadness from now on. Seojin supported us.”

“is it so. That child gave us hope. “True hope.”

“yes. I could tell that too. “So clearly.”

Lin and Rong, like the rest of the audience, applauded until their palms turned bright red.

The audience only applauded without bravo or cheering.

Among them, there were many who showed tears like Lin.

At the time of the AC2505 accident, people searched for their child day and night.

The rescuers were lost in reminiscence as they looked at the child.

“That kid. “When I first saw him, he was just a small child…”

“I know. “When I first saw him, I was very nervous because of dehydration.”

The rescue team quickly launched a helicopter after receiving a call that a child had been found on a container ship.

At that time, the child’s lips were dry due to severe dehydration, and he was continuously breathing heavily.

A situation that could have been truly dangerous if it had been discovered a little later.

Such a child suddenly regained his health, grew up, and proudly appeared on stage.

The feelings of the rescue workers looking at that scene were indescribable.

“You were always a cool kid. “For now, it just continues to grow nicely.”

“that’s right. At that time, the child was also looking for a passenger on the helicopter. Normally, there would be no panic. “In the meantime, I was worrying about other people.”

“It was great. Even though you were unconscious, you kept calling other people’s names. “But who did you say it was?”

“I couldn’t understand it clearly. Because that child had no energy at that time. The voice was that small. But anyway, there were no deaths in the AC2505 accident, right? “That kid, he probably found the person he was looking for.”

“I guess so.”

“I heard he was a really great kid.”

“You grew up so wonderfully.”

Those who show tears even while smiling.

Other rescue teams were also busy talking about the child.

“It was a warm performance that touched my heart.”

“that’s right. And that kid definitely thanked us. I got that feeling from the performance. “Surprisingly.”

“It was the same for me. That ‘child of hope’ is giving us hope again… “It feels kind of strange.”

“I think I’ve learned again the meaning of what we do.”

“we are······. okay. I don’t know if I was hoping for something like this. It gives me strength just to see those who passed through our hands show their healthy appearance again. “It’s comforting.”

When working in a rescue group, there are inevitably people you will miss.

It’s something you think you’ll get used to, but you never do.

I usually pretend like nothing is wrong, but it definitely hurts me deeply.

To those who continue their daily lives with such wounds.

Even just one person like this.

If only there was someone who could smile brightly on stage like that.

Isn’t that something worth doing?

Isn’t it something worth doing even if it hurts?

That’s what the rescuers thought.

“okay. This is what we do. “I sweat every day just to see that smile.”

“That kid gave us courage. With music that you can do. “Then we should continue to do what we can.”

“I have to move forward again like that kid. Tomorrow too. Even the day after tomorrow.”

“If I could see that smile again, there’s nothing I couldn’t do. And this… “Because it is our mission.”

“It’s something that must be done.”

“Because it can be rewarding.”

The empty heart that seemed like it could never be filled becomes filled.

Everyone in the rescue team smiled or shed tears like that child, and expressed their gratitude to the child at least with applause.

Meanwhile, Park Ha-seon, Han Seo-jin’s former teacher, was almost sobbing.

“professor······. My student… Ever since that child was in elementary school… “This is the child whose name I told you.”

Kang Yu-han handed her a tissue.

“You’ve become a great performer, right?”

“yes······. He’s playing so wonderfully. That kid… “I’m giving comfort to people…”

Park Ha-seon gave up her dream of becoming a performer after hitting a wall between reality and ability.

I felt like the ‘childhood dream’ I had given up on had come true through that child, at least here.

Park Ha-sun was so grateful.

Because Seojin didn’t give up.

For making music until the end.

And for growing up so beautifully.

I was thankful for everything.

Meanwhile, there was a girl crying loudly in the backseat of Park Ha-seon.

People around me are confused.

The child’s mother made eye contact with the child for a long time and then hugged him tightly.

Then, put it in your ear and quietly ask for their opinion.

“Did you cry after watching your performance today?”

“······.”

A hesitant girl.

Suyeon Han nodded.

“Why did you do that? “Why was Sooyeon so sad?”

“that······.”

There was no way to explain it in words.

When I heard the performance, my heart was touched.

My brother’s feelings were conveyed at least a little.

The feeling was so warm…

‘just······. too······. I was sad…’

This is my first experience since I was born.

Because it was neither well understood nor logical, it was very difficult to explain it coherently.

Han Su-yeon cried even more because of her mother’s pat on the back for no reason.

‘brother is······. Why am I sad…? I shed tears while playing… It was my first time seeing my brother cry…’

Suyeon’s mother was wiping away her naturally flowing tears.

After thinking for a long time, Han Su-yeon tried to say what she could to her mother.

“mom. My brother… I guess you had a hard time. so······. My heart hurts. who······. “It feels like I’m being stabbed right here.”

Her mother, who saw Su-yeon’s behavior, immediately offered words of comfort, but those words were not heard properly by Han Su-yeon, who was shedding tears like chicken shit.

Su-yeon only promised to take better care of her brother in the future and to hug him later, but could not continue her words properly.

Han Seo-jin’s mother, Song Ye-in, was barely able to calm Su-yeon down after patting her for a long time.

Like Suyeon, Song Ye-in also felt ‘sadness’ after hearing her son’s performance today.

I also saw my son shed tears while playing ⌜God’s Blessing in Solitude⌟.

The child’s ‘sadness’, which I had vaguely felt before, was felt a little more clearly in today’s performance.

A feeling that feels like it will break your heart.

Although the performance ended with warmth, those impressive emotions were still embedded in Song Ye-in’s heart.

She whispered softly to her husband.

“Are we missing something?”

“well. Seojin is such a proud child that he might be feeling sad inside.”

“But that child… You’re still a ‘child’. “It makes no sense for parents not to know.”

Han Seon-hoon was lost in thought for a moment after hearing Song Ye-in’s words.

And I came to this conclusion.

“Let us do better. So that Seojin can forget her sadness. “Let’s let her know about happiness so she can forget even the fact that she forgot.”

“But the cause…”

“When the time comes, Seojin will tell me directly. Seojin must have thoughts too. I will wait forever for that. Until then, let us embrace Seojin as her family and as her parents. “I want to do that.”

“······.”

“You can do it, right?”

“······.”

Song Ye-in staring at her husband.

In the end, she had no choice but to nod, and her husband hugged her tightly. With Soo-yeon shedding tears on her knees.

In a corner of the first floor, there were people who watched the performance standing without being able to sit in the audience.

Two people from ⌜Schmid⌟.

Manager Kim Soo-ho spoke to Director Rogers with his eyes fixed on the stage.

“It’s amazing the power that music can create. Not only me but everyone here felt it. “You would clearly know what kind of performance that kid was playing.”

A performance that cannot even be valued.

Kim Su-ho, seeing Han Seo-jin’s stage for the first time, felt like he had been hit on the head with a hammer.

Rogers nodded while looking at Kim Su-ho.

“I think it was a performance that was closest to the original meaning of the music. “He was a child who showed amazing performances at Carnegie Hall, but he has grown beyond recognition.”

“But over there… Director. Would you say this is the true meaning of music now? “What does that mean?”

Rogers smiled slightly.

And I decided to give a little tip to the manager of ⌜Schmid⌟.

“A performance that transcends everything. “Maybe that’s what it is?”

“yes? “What is that…”

Before Kim Su-ho could ask another question, the child who had been applauding from the audience suddenly sat down at the piano.

The concert hall suddenly became quiet.

Thanks to this, Kim Su-ho had no choice but to remain silent.

The child started playing the encore song right away without a curtain call.

He continues to play carefully without neglecting a single note.

The talented young pianist showcased all his musical talents here in Singapore today.

The last song of the encore was ⌜Magic Fog⌟, which he composed himself for the medical staff and rescue team who saved him from the darkness.

A mysterious yet beautiful melody resonates beyond the Esplanade…

The performance finally comes to an end.

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Esplanade waiting room.

Do do do do. fault!

The first cute creature(?) to greet me was Suyeon with swollen eyes.

Soo-yeon, who was holding me tightly and bursting into tears, said, “Oppa! I will do better in the future! therefore······. All that remains is for our siblings to become happier in the future! Oppa only trusts me! “Ugh!” she said inexplicably.

Sooyeon cried so much that I just patted her for about 5 minutes and then she fainted and fell asleep.

Su-yeon’s father catches him.

Suyeon, who was carried on her father’s back, began to breathe calmly.

“Sooyeon, what’s going on today? “I think it’s very emotional.”

When I asked my mother about it, she said that Su-yeon was very impressed by my performance.

“That’s how impressive your performance was today, Seojin. I heard your mom was really surprised too? The audience’s response was also great.”

“Then can I ask your mother just one thing?”

“huh? “Which one?”

“I was curious about what you felt after hearing my performance. “If it was impressive, what was impressive?”

“······.”

A question I wouldn’t normally ask.

But for today’s performance, this question was absolutely necessary.

After thinking about it, my mother calmly gave me an answer.

A little sadness.

And the deep agony that seems to be hidden within.

An expression of happiness, tranquility and gratitude.

You could feel my desire to give people music of comfort and consolation.

‘Like Uncle Miller once told me… I think my music and my meaning were properly conveyed in today’s performance…’

Thanks to you, I was able to smile.

After a while.

I hurried out to the lobby to meet some nice people.

Sister Lin and Teacher Rong.

Singapore National Hospital medical staff and rescue workers.

and.

Even the grateful people who came to Esplanade to support the ‘Child of Hope’.

I talked to them in the lobby for a while.

I greeted each person one by one and expressed my gratitude once again.

Time passed quickly.

The performance started in the evening, and the night quickly deepened as we had encores and talked to the audience.

Since it couldn’t continue like this, Esplanade sorted out the situation.

The audience who had been cheering me on began to leave the lobby one by one, and I headed to the Esplanade parking lot to return to the hotel.

“uh?”

“What’s wrong?”

I briefly answered Director Kelly’s question.

“I think I left my cell phone in the waiting room. I guess she was out of her mind. “I’ll be back soon.”

“That’s us…”

“no. It’s not even that big of a deal. I still have the waiting room key. “I’ll be back in five minutes.”

“for a moment······.”

Before I could get any answer, I went back the way I came.

It wasn’t a big deal, but I couldn’t ask the director to run an errand for me.

I ran lightly and was able to quickly reach the waiting room.

When I opened the door with the key, I saw a dark room at a glance.

But I could see light coming through the crack in the door in the distance.

‘Is that near the stage?’

Fortunately, the cell phone was on the table in the waiting room.

After putting my phone in my pocket, I looked at the door leading to the stage.

A curiosity that arose suddenly.

After checking the electronic clock in the waiting room, I went out to the stage.

A quiet place with no one around.

All the lights in the Esplanade Concert Hall were turned off, but a little light was coming in through a small window.

Thanks to this, the light seemed to be visible even in the waiting room.

I walked to the middle of the stage.

Thanks to the shoes they are wearing, the clicking sound echoes throughout the concert hall.

The quiet atmosphere of the concert hall was truly amazing.

The once-full audience seats were empty, and the grand piano that was playing with me was in a deep sleep.

I unconsciously opened the piano’s key cover.

I tried to press the keys without thinking, but withdrew my hand.

Suddenly, I felt like I shouldn’t break the silence of this place.

A unique feeling that a concert hall gives in the middle of the night.

I thought I would carry this feeling with me for the rest of my life.

I looked back and forth at the piano, the auditorium, and the window, then walked into the waiting room.

And before leaving the Esplanade concert hall, I looked back.

The subtle light coming through the window suddenly became clearer.

Warm light with a blue tinge.

As I looked at the place where the light had landed, I smiled without realizing it.

I left the concert venue.

Without any regrets.

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The concert hall, which was crowded with people until dinner time, fell into silence.

An empty concert hall.

A stage without anyone.

The piano, which seemed like its warm playing would continue endlessly, was now holding its breath.

This place has a bit of a mystical feel.

A ray of moonlight accidentally came through the window.

You pass through the space of the performance hall and land in the audience seats on the first floor.

The moonlight, which stayed in the audience seats on the first floor for quite a long time, changed its location over time.

According to the position of the moon.

The moonlight also moves.

Never too fast.

So slow that it feels oppressive.

Over several hours, the blue light finally reaches the piano.

The Steinwein piano sparkled as if illuminated.

The moonlight slowly caressed the keys of the piano.

In a place where there is no one.

In this place where time seems to have stopped.

Only the moonlight plays the piano without sound.

Sincerely.

Hoping that the sound reaches someone.

Spend some time.

One summer night in December.

Singapore’s full moon leaves without any regrets.