The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 72



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72 excitement

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after school.

Seolwha Yejung teacher’s office.

“Your hearing today was quite impressive, wasn’t it?”

“Iknow, right. Seojin in particular was no joke. “The goods have arrived.”

Teachers Yang Woo-joo and Maruho continued chatting while grading the listening test.

“But Seojin, has she been practicing her hearing consistently? I don’t think I could have written down the melody that Teacher Son played at the end. “I was surprised to see that.”

“I’m sure it’s absolute pitch. “I guess you could say I was born with it.”

“But it seemed like he had some knowledge of harmonics. Seojin, when writing the score, I copied the harmony first.”

“Hoo. Did you? “So has she been studying hard?”

“I think so. “I think he’s a kid who worked hard.”

Folk tale courtesy.

A school where gifted musicians gather in Korea.

So today, in order to distinguish among such children, teacher Son Tae-hyuk deliberately twisted the problem.

So that gifted students cannot solve problems intuitively.

And there was one representative person caught in that catch.

“Shin Joo-won. This guy got caught in Teacher Son’s trap. “I wrote it down well, but there was one mistake in the middle.”

“is it so? “How many points do you have?”

“77 points. “Most of the points were deducted due to mistakes.”

“Hmm. Still, I think I did well. “It’s much above average, right?”

“yes. Still, I could have done much better than this. “He seems like a child with great sense.”

“So maybe we should push it a little?”

“First of all, I think we need to force Shin Joo-won to give more homework. “We can’t let talent rot.”

“It’s very nice.”

Teachers provided guidance for each student.

Today was only a listening test, but level testing will continue for the rest of the week.

Then, you will find out what the student needs, and ultimately you will be able to provide customized classes.

Among the piano classes, there were classes where you received one-on-one lessons from a teacher, so it was important to quickly understand these aspects.

This is usually the reason why children who play music want to enter arts middle schools.

“Here it is. I’ll just leave now. See you tomorrow.”

“Ah, thank you for your hard work.”

Teacher Yang Woo-joo responded to Teacher Son Tae-hyuk’s words.

Son Tae-hyuk just silently graded next to him without saying a word. He cleaned up his desk and prepared to leave work.

Yang Woo-joo looked at the test paper handed to him by Son Tae-hyuk and tilted his head slightly.

Since it was organized in order of grades, the test paper that came out on top was Han Seo-jin…

‘You gave 0.5 points more?’

In fact, Han Seo-jin’s test paper was graded immediately after the listening test. In a way, it was natural because he was the child who attracted the most attention.

At that time, Han Seo-jin’s scoring result was 98 points.

This means you got 2 notes wrong out of all the questions.

But now it is 98.5 points.

This test did not award points per question, but deducted points based on the number of incorrect answers.

It was a test where some students even scored ‘-9’.

For that reason, Woo-ju Yang could not understand the meaning of this 0.5 point at all.

‘Whether it’s 98 points or 99 points, it doesn’t change that Seojin is first… ‘What is 0.5 points?’

What I was curious about was what I was curious about.

Yang Woo-joo had no choice but to ask Son Tae-hyuk a question, and he answered dryly.

“At that time, I thought I played 10 keys, but when I thought about it later, I realized I played 11 keys. His hand slipped a little. It’s just a reflection of that.”

“Ah… Is that so?”

“then.”

Son Tae-hyuk bows lightly and leaves the teacher’s office. However, it became a bit noisy for a moment as if someone was talking to someone in the hallway. Then he quickly returns to the teacher’s office.

Taehyuk Son recorded that he gave a penalty point to a student. Yang Woo-joo was able to find out by looking closely at his desk.

‘-1 point for using profanity between friends. Like that… Teacher Son doesn’t look at things like that.’

After Son Tae-hyuk left the teacher’s office again.

Teacher Maruho slowly opened his mouth.

“Because he’s a special person. “I gave 0.5 points more to Seojin, who I disliked so much during the practical test.”

“He is a person with his own standards.”

“Could it be because they are a domestic faction? “They are particularly harsh on those who received a better education than other students.”

“I think they are trying to treat the children equally.”

“But I still don’t understand why you gave Seojin a 4.9? Then, today I give you an extra 0.5 points! What kind of tsundere are you? joy.”

“Tsun…what?”

“Pretending to hate someone you like in front of them. ‘Well, actually, I did it because I liked you! ‘Aaaah!’ This feeling? “Don’t you know?”

“······ I understand now. But you wouldn’t have had to imitate your vocal cords.”

“No! This nuance has to be included, right? A tsundere is born from the beginning…”

“······.”

Yang Woo-ju had to scratch the goosebumps that appeared on his arms.

Then I tried my best to ignore Teacher Ma and looked at the test paper again.

A test paper filled with notes.

A smile appeared on my face for no reason.

‘Han Seo-jin. ‘What on earth should I tell him?’

A pleasant imagination lingered in Yang Woo-ju’s mind.

* * *

The first week of Seolhwa Yejung was almost exam week.

Following listening, the basics of Western music history.

English and sight singing (singing notes just by looking at the score).

Other than that, even small things.

When I took the test every day, the students were very upset.

“Does this make sense? What should I tell them and tell them to solve the test! I don’t know anything! uh? Is this how they are trying to suppress the momentum? Is that it? “Was this all a plot of a folktale?”

To be precise, Shin Ju-won had horns.

“You said it wouldn’t be reflected on my report anyway. “But what’s so sensitive?”

“ha. You can afford it because you’re number one, right? Aside from your hearing, isn’t it too much if you’re good at sight-singing?”

I slightly shrugged my shoulders at Shin Joo-won’s grumbling.

“I just work hard because it’s fun. “It felt like it had been a while since I studied like this, so it brought back memories of the old days.”

“what?”

“Should I call it a memory? “There is such a thing.”

“Isn’t it fun? Did you say fun? If you find fun in tests, there may be a problem with you. “Isn’t he like a pseudo-workaholic?”

“Even though it was a test, most of it was related to music. And it’s true that music is fun. “Otherwise, why did you come to Yejung?”

“······Music is supposed to be fun! no! How is the test! Ah… let’s stop talking. I heard there were a lot of weirdos among them, but I never thought there would be someone like you. “The world is wide.”

“······?”

A geek used the word geek to me.

So who is the real weirdo out of the two?

‘First of all, I don’t think I am.’

I nodded to myself.

We had a quick lunch at the school cafeteria and then went to a practice room at Seolwha Yejung.

Fortunately, there was no need to use shortcuts here like at Saebom Elementary School.

All you have to do is make a successful reservation on the Sulwha Yejung website.

However, because the competition for lunchtime practice room reservations was quite fierce, we were only able to succeed for the first time yesterday.

‘Even though there was a reservation privilege for new students.’

They said they would give you priority reservations when you reach 3 stores, so it seemed like it was worth the effort.

Arrived at practice room 302.

however.

“uh? “Is there anyone else?”

“Is this our previous number?”

“well. “It’s our turn now.”

Shin Joo-won puts his face to the window and looks inside. Then he informs me of the situation.

“I guess it’s a different department? “I have a cello.”

“cello?”

“huh. I need to talk. “We also had a hard time making a reservation.”

Shin Joo-won is just like that. He knocked and quickly entered the practice room. As expected, it seemed like we had a reservation ahead of us.

“Sorry. I thought you would come a little later because it was lunch time. “I’ll clean it up right away and leave.”

Yellow name tag.

It turned out that they were second year seniors.

“Huh? “But you!”

“Him! Right? 1st year valedictorian?”

“and. Can you see everything here? But you’re so cute!”

“How can I…”

“Amazing, Great! Seojin Han. I knew it when I saw the name tag. nice to meet!”

“I heard you got almost a perfect score on the practical exam this time? “Because the teachers told me.”

They were energetic people.

Shin Joo-won looked at me and muttered quietly.

“Is this the gap between rich and poor?”

“What are you saying again?”

My brothers and sisters asked me various things while they were organizing the practice room. At the same time, he subtly recommends joining the club.

“Once you sign up, you are given two stores. not bad.”

“We are the only chamber music club at our school. “Think about it carefully.”

“Plus, the piano is rare in our club, so we can give it special treatment. how is it. “Something like unlimited snack passes?”

‘Um… snacks?’

Huh!

Anyway!

They said they would start recommending clubs to new students in earnest starting next week. So, it seemed like they were currently conducting some kind of preliminary(?) recruitment activity.

After the second year seniors left, we were finally able to use the practice room.

There was still plenty of time left for lunch.

“Do I go first?”

“as you please.”

“Now then, let me show you some skills. Should I honestly evaluate it? Calmly?”

“okay.”

Shin Joo-won sat in front of the piano and began pressing a few keys. The piano tuning was slightly off.

“The condition is a bit disappointing.”

“It can’t be helped because the piano is used by more than 10 people a day.”

Shin Joo-won soon began playing Mendelssohn’s ⌜On the Wings⌟. It wasn’t a practical test song, but it’s a song I personally like.

“It was originally a song. “That’s why it’s even cooler.”

A performance full of joy. Perhaps because he played the violin, his touch was unique, and I found it quite attractive.

‘It’s a bit like tapping.’

Shin Joo-won’s piano sound was cheerful and bouncy.

Like the title ⌜On the wings of the song⌟, the notes seemed to have wings and were flying in the air.

‘That’s interesting.’

In the middle of the 4-minute performance, another team came to practice room 302. Lee Ha-eun and her temporary class 3 friends. I thought it would be good to get to know everyone, so we talked about it in advance.

Lee Ha-eun looks at me and purses her lips.

‘I have to be quiet. right?’

I answered in the same way.

‘of course. ‘He’s playing great.’

With the rest of Ha-eun’s friends, she only greeted them with moderate glances.

As I listened to the performance, I felt like I could understand how Shin Ju-won became attached to the folktale.

Although there was no emphasis on expressing emotions, it was evident that they were trying to play as cleanly as possible.

After about 4 minutes of playing, we exchanged greetings.

And soon it was my turn.

Children with sparkling eyes.

I started laughing as he looked at me intently.

“Isn’t that too much of a burden?”

“Well, still! “You’re curious!”

“that’s right. Ha-eun always praises you…”

“Wham! “What is he saying again?”

Noisy atmosphere.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to play Chopin.

A song to be performed at the German competition preliminaries this summer.

It was a song that would later be captured on video and sent to competition officials.

Chopin Waltz No. 7.

Chopin – Waltz No. 7 in C sharp minor, Op. 64No. 2.

It was the most famous of Chopin’s waltzes.

‘It became even more famous because it was used as a movie insert song.’

The first topic whose feel can change 180 degrees depending on the pianist’s personal sensibility.

The introductory note, with its delicate yet elegant atmosphere, began to flow gently from the piano according to my intention.

“and······.”

“hey. Shh.”

“oh. sorry.”

“It’s okay to say it during my performance. “I also feel comfortable playing in front of my friends.”

“Oh yeah?”

However, he didn’t talk to me directly. All I could do was whisper softly to Ha-eun.

On the other hand, Shin Joo-won leaned next to the piano and spoke ‘really comfortably.’

“I knew it would be like this. This is my first time seeing you play… but it’s really amazing. “I can’t close my mouth.”

“You played well too. And that too in ‘two years’.”

“What does time have to do with it? “What matters is whether you do well or not.”

“It seems like your skills will improve quickly if you practice a little more. really.”

“That’s it. “It’s Chopin… it’s good.”

Of course, saying this much did not break my concentration.

In the second phrase, where the mood clearly changed, I began to play the waltz more brightly and cheerfully.

It was my first time performing in this kind of atmosphere.

It wasn’t as heavy as on stage, and I wasn’t in agony alone like when I was practicing alone.

Just the right amount of pleasant atmosphere.

When the performance was over, the friends finally opened their mouths.

“Hey. “I was so absorbed!”

“Wow… I was a little moved.”

“Your fingers are so flexible!”

“You’re really good at capturing emotions… I’m not good at that. i envy you···.”

A light evaluation of the performance that follows.

I tried to modify my performance a little by listening to the comments of my peers, and even had someone come out and play for me.

“ha ha ha. What is it? “It’s completely like Beethoven.”

“It’s played by Beethoven who possessed Chopin.”

“Babababam!”

“Tsk tsk. “You must be crazy!”

“I think I can do it too. “I’m going with Mozart’s version!”

Lunch time passed quickly.

Other friends also showed off their wonderful performances one by one. She had no doubt about Ha-eun either.

We talk about classical musicians and have honest discussions about their performances.

Sometimes we joke around too.

I may have hoped for this kind of atmosphere and wanted to join the folktale.

* * *

That Saturday.

Around late lunch.

I woke up Sooyeon, who was taking a nap, and told her that I think I should go out now.

“Hwaaaam. Aren’t you too busy? He said he was going to meet Professor Yuhan Kang tomorrow. “Are you in Hongdae today?”

“I’m going to go after a long time. It’s not easy to find time after entering school. “Suyeon… she’s home alone, so can she go to the flower shop?”

“··· huh. “Your brother should take you instead.”

I burst out laughing at Suyeon’s words.

“That’s natural.”

While Suyeon was changing her clothes and coming out, I took my guitar bag and came out of my room.

“brother. “Please give me your hand.”

“yes. “Here it is.”

After holding Suyeon’s hand as ordered, I went out the front door.

Weather in early March.

Although it was a little cool, I felt like I could slowly smell the scent of spring.

Neighborhood children are playing in the alley.

I also saw some of my friends who went to Saebom Elementary School with me.

“I guess I’m a little older too. Before I knew it, I had a classmate.”

“Uhm. “My brother is a year older.”

“Sooyeon, you are like that too. “I’m already 6 years old.”

“I have a new feeling when I become half a sprout. “By the way, is your school life fun?”

“Are you worried about me?”

“of course. “I was wondering if you were making good friends.”

“I think I dated a little more this time. “I got to know a few people outside of the piano department.”

“really?”

“huh.”

“Hi-Hi. Great.”

While walking around Saebom-dong with Suyeon, we decided to take a short break at a small playground.

Because the flower shop is about 15 minutes away at an adult’s pace, I thought it would be a little difficult for Suyeon.

Warm sunlight.

gentle wind.

Very clear sky.

Suyeon and I sat on the playground bench and watched it all.

Suyeon moved her legs back and forth.

He chatteringly talks about what happened at kindergarten yesterday.

Interesting stories.

The world Suyeon saw always seemed colorful.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me and I took out a small staff notebook from my guitar bag.

And immediately started drawing notes.

As I went to the school I wanted and had a peaceful time, a melody naturally came to mind.

The chorus, which can be seen as the center of the song, was created sooner than expected.

Suyeon glances at my notebook.

At the same time, he touches his chin with his small hand.

“Uhm. I think my brother is amazing. “Is this something that pops into your head right away?”

“What happened? “Not always.”

“What song is it?”

“A song fit for spring.”

“awesome···. “Can you please tell me?”

“here?”

“Just keep it simple. curious. “Why not?”

Suyeon, whose eyes shine brightly.

There weren’t many people at the playground at the time, so I took out my guitar.

Suyeon slightly leaned her head next to me.

I finished tuning by lightly flicking the string.

Some of the children playing on the playground began to sit on the bench across from us. And he looks at me with a face full of curiosity.

The season that signals a new beginning is just beginning to unfold.

I was in a small park in Saebom-dong,

I played guitar for the kids.

My new song seemed to be filled with excitement.