The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 83



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83 a little bit

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The intro of ⌜Magic Fog⌟ was so intense that it made my whole body flinch.

Like a famous pianist hitting the keys with his fist to express intensity.

Seojin Han also continued playing with the momentum of breaking the keyboard.

‘That’s a kid who can express himself.’

A child who is basically good at emotional playing.

The feeling of extremeness shown by such a child was different.

‘It seems as if it represents an invisible front.’

In fact, an expression close to anger.

The child was screaming to protect himself from the fog he was facing.

‘To avoid being scared.’

As if Yang Woo-ju’s prediction was correct, the extreme performance continued for a while.

But soon the child’s playing became softer.

Rather, I even felt hesitation.

The score itself was like that.

When faced with fear while walking down the street, the child screamed at first but eventually stopped for a moment and looked back. The fear was evident in this child’s performance.

Thanks to the complex harmonic structure, the feeling was conveyed intact.

‘This is why I said it would be difficult for college students as well.’

The difficulty level of the song is definitely not easy. If you play this song incorrectly, it can easily look like a ‘performer’s mistake.’

If it were a song that completely broke the harmonic framework, I would listen to it thinking that it must have been like that from the beginning.

This song was walking a tightrope within Mars.

That too for a while.

The first theme part started to progress a little more cheerfully and quickly.

A song that tries to show a lot in one minute.

Thankfully, one part wasn’t that long.

‘There’s no time to really enjoy it. Next time, should I ask them to make a 2-minute song as a performance evaluation?’

It was Yang Woo-ju who felt that way.

The song suddenly became much lighter.

I felt like my stomach was emptying, as if I was cheering when I finally reached the top of the mountain.

A song that changes rapidly.

As briefly mentioned in Baek So-yeon’s introduction, this song is a story about three children escaping the fog.

Fantastic production.

When it comes to title music, it often expresses natural objects themselves, but this team was creating a new story using fog as a medium.

However, the performance is clear.

I could clearly tell how the flow was going just by listening to the piano playing.

‘escape···.’

I see light.

The confused child was nowhere to be found, and he was clutching a string of hope in both hands.

Accordingly, the playing became incredibly fast.

Presto (presto, very fast).

The child’s hands dance on the keyboard according to the musical symbols.

earnestly, as if I couldn’t miss this moment.

The coolest and most gorgeous thing in this song.

To escape the magical fog and return to where he originally lived.

The performance continued intensely with no time to breathe.

A different impression from the intensity I felt in the introduction.

At the end…

“ah.”

The performance ended.

Without even feeling that much joy.

Only the reverberation of the piano remained in the auditorium.

Before I could control my excitement, the piano stopped playing.

Since the length of the song was too short, what they wanted to show must have been condensed.

So I was left with only regret.

‘It seems like a song that needs to be played for at least 5 minutes to show everything…’

Yang Woo-ju turned his head and looked at the principal and vice principal.

The two showed their opinions by slightly nodding their heads.

‘I guess it’s okay.’

Only then did the students under the stage begin to whisper.

The sound could be heard all the way up to the stage.

“no···. “If this is the case, what should the next team do?”

“Han Seo-jin, he’s amazing…?”

“Who composed the music for that team?”

“I don’t know! “I got goosebumps!”

“I guess I’m glad I’m not in the same class as him.”

Yang Woo-ju did what he had to do.

“ruler. ruler. Everyone be quiet~ Let’s focus on class~”

A cheerful sounding shout of “Yes~”.

however.

‘Seojin hasn’t come down yet?’

When the performance was over, I had to say hello and go down, but Han Seo-jin was still sitting at the piano.

‘Have you not sorted out your emotions yet?’

For a moment, I thought that might be the case.

Yang Woo-joo shook his head vigorously from side to side and then walked towards Han Seo-jin.

And they evaluated the performance.

‘I forgot this.’

Of course, the performance score given to Han Seo-jin was.

It was 10 out of 10.

Of course, the team composition score was 10 points.

Only then did Han Seo-jin bow her head and go down the stage.

A child who chats comfortably with friends around him.

The friendships also seem to be very good.

‘He’s really an amazing kid.’

With that in mind, Yang Woo-joo called the next team.

* * *

After all practical composition classes are over.

“Don’t cheat!”

I was stuck.

“Why again?”

“You… made that song? Does that make sense?”

It was Oh Beom-jun.

I first pointed out the errors.

“This is a song created by our team. “I didn’t make it all.”

“anyway! “That’s it, right?”

“That’s it. The difference is 1/3 and 1. “You’re weak in arithmetic.”

“······.”

After answering, I tried to sneak past the wide hallway. But Beomjun Oh blocked my path again.

“Why again?”

“I don’t believe it. “It doesn’t make sense that you three made a song like that.”

“Then how can I believe it?”

“that······.”

At that time, Baek So-yeon intervened.

“I saw him compose a song. So I am a witness. it’s okay?”

“You’re not saying that because we’re on the same team, right?”

“Why are you so upset kid? “What’s the problem?”

“I am······”

And a surprising answer came back.

“I practice eight hours a day! You worked hard on this performance evaluation too! But why is there such a difference!”

“······.”

“······.”

I realized at this moment:

The fact that this is the first year of middle school.

They were all little kids.

Baek So-yeon laughed, “Wow.” Oh Beom-jun immediately got angry.

“what!”

“Are you still a kid? “Is there a kid in this school who doesn’t practice that much?”

“That’s it…”

“Everyone is working hard even if they don’t say anything, right?”

“That can’t be possible!”

“What’s missing? “You little boy!”

“hey! Are you the same age as me? “What kind of kid am I?”

“When is your birthday?”

“I’m in April…”

“Oh. It’s April for me too…”

For a moment, Oh Beom-jun and Baek So-yeon were arguing. It would have been fun to just watch from the sidelines, but intervention seemed necessary.

“Come on, Beomjun.”

“what!”

“You know what you’re suspicious of is whether I composed the song or not? Right?”

“uh!”

“Then come see it.”

“what?”

“Do you mind if I show you for about 20 minutes in the practice room after school? “Okay then?”

“······.”

I thought it was roughly over, but he actually came to Class A after school.

So he really showed me how to compose music.

Not just that, I added a little bet.

“······ Choose quickly, there is no time.”

“I was trying to choose something expensive. wait for a sec.”

“······.”

3 snacks from a convenience store.

I chose something that looked pretty delicious and it cost over 5,000 won.

Naturally, Oh Beom-jun, who lost the bet, lived.

and.

“I’m sorry for doubting you.”

I also received a somewhat lukewarm apology.

Well, isn’t this how all children grow up?

Ugh, I, as a stranger, should understand.

Huh.

That evening.

“and! Oppa, what is all this? “Is it a snack?”

“When you live in society, things come to you. Shall we eat together?”

“huh! looks delicious! “I start with chocolate cookies!”

“An excellent choice.”

Yum.

It’s been a while since I shared snacks with Suyeon.

There have to be days like this sometimes.

However, I was scolded by my mother for feeding Suyeon snacks before eating.

* * *

next day.

“A performance at an art museum?”

Our performance evaluation team heard an unexpected story from teacher Yang Woo-joo.

“This is a better opportunity than you think, so think about it carefully. Okay, kids?”

In the end, even though the performance evaluation was over, we had to hold another meeting.

Previously······.

“Baek So-yeon. Why did you tell me in front of the teacher that I composed the song on my own?”

“Because that was almost true…”

“But you should have stayed still! What would you have done if your performance evaluation score was lowered? “You worked hard too!”

“······ Sorry.”

Baek So-yeon is devastated.

‘I didn’t mean to do this.’

Controlling innocent children was not easy.

After spending about 5 minutes reviving Baek So-yeon’s spirit.

We started talking about the museum performance in earnest.

Shin Joo-won was simple.

“I do not want to. It seems like you are fawning over a conglomerate. “Even without that money, I can live well.”

And it was extreme.

First of all, 1 vote against.

Baek So-yeon.

“I don’t really care about sponsorship, but I would like to meet some musicians.”

A bit neutral.

Here is my opinion.

“I have the same opinion as Shin Joo-won this time.”

There were a total of 2 votes against.

“Oh, what are you doing?”

“I heard something from someone else.”

“also. also. A riddle story. “Is that your trait?”

“You could say so.”

“······.”

There is something I heard vaguely from Mr. Miller.

Sponsorship is a nice thing to say, but it comes with ‘some restrictions.’

For example, what if a child is born in a sponsored home?

What about your child’s first birthday party?

When is your father’s birthday?

When is your wife’s birthday?

The performer must go and play everything himself.

It seems like a joke, but it actually happens.

If I received a Stradivarius, it would be no different from having to give a ticket to the sponsor, such as a free pass for 12 performers per year.

So, in fact, among famous virtuoso violinists, there are some who do not receive sponsorship at all for this reason.

‘I heard that you spent your whole life paying off the price of the instrument…’

anyway!

If I were as tight for money as I used to be, I might have been tempted.

I was a little full now.

At that time, Shin Joo-won asked me a question.

“So, let’s stick with the original plan?”

I nodded.

“When I was a student, I wanted to do something student-like. “You guys said it was good too.”

“yes.”

“that’s right.”

Well… we weren’t trying to do anything special.

There was a contest for ‘music’ to be used as a ‘public service advertisement’.

Of course, the theme fit perfectly with this song.

“A contest related to lifeguards. “As you all know, I also experienced something.”

This song was about a person in the fog moving toward the light. It could be seen as an escape, or it could be seen as a return to the person’s original position.

‘Someday, I wanted to make a song for rescue workers…’

With a ‘commercial contract’ under MJ’s name, it seemed like now was the opportunity.

Shin Joo-won and Baek So-yeon answered seriously.

“My friend wants to do it, so I need to help him. “Whether or not I will win the contest will be a question later.”

“I agree too. And since this song is no different from Seojin’s song, I think it’s right for you to decide.”

The decision was made quickly.

I told teacher Yang Woo-joo that it would be okay if I didn’t perform at the museum.

At first, they seemed very disappointed, but when they heard about our plan, they cheered us on.

“How! “I think it’s actually better, don’t you think?”

Perhaps because their intentions seemed good, they said they would also provide a small subsidy.

“It’s an outside activity, right? “There is a budget given by the school to be used for times like this.”

I also learned one more new fact.

The fact that there was originally a student from Seolwha Ye Middle School who would stand on the stage of the ‘museum performance’.

He was a third-year violin student, and he came to the class to greet us, probably because he thought we had given up his seat on our own.

“thank you so much. “I’ve been preparing since last fall.”

He gave us a box of chocolates as a gift, and we stayed in the classroom and ate the whole box.

He also wrote a carefully hand-written letter.

To sum it up, it’s a story of gratitude for giving me back the opportunity.

It was something like that.

Opportunities in the world are limited.

It seems that when someone gets an opportunity, someone else loses it.

I learned that basic fact once again.

Is it really possible for us, who are only 1st graders in middle school, to have great greed?

We just…

“But the prize money for that contest is 5 million won?”

“I think it’s better than a museum performance. “Of course I mean it!”

“okay. “5 million won is additional.”

“that’s right. What do you mean 5 million won? If you divide it by three, it’s about 1.67 million won, so you can replace your smartphone. But Seojin, is it right to share 1/3 of this? “Shouldn’t you have 400?”

“no way. “It’s definitely 1/3 each.”

“For 1/3 of 5 million won… would you be able to replace your laptop?”

“that’s enough. “And let’s buy beef with the extra money.”

“What about sushi?”

“I can’t stand that.”

“You have to go to Baskin Robbins too.”

We were just pure middle school students with no greed for money.

As we talked, it was as if I had already won the contest.

We sent an email to the contest for the purpose of ‘public interest’,

The ⌜Magic Fog⌟ quickly left our hands.

Thanks to my friends, my story was able to be shared without any sadness…

I hope it will be used in some way where it is needed.