The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 90



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90 We ended up

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Seolwha Yejung teacher’s office.

Teacher Yang Woo-joo continues his speech.

“If that happens, kids in other instrumental music departments who are in a hurry to learn the piano will be a little disappointed. “And that’s because first and second place are eliminated at once.”

“I know there are no restrictions on forming a team. And to be honest…”

Seojin Han explains about the German competition she will participate in. So he says he tried being greedy.

Yang Woo-ju heard that story and burst out laughing.

‘cute. Confident. okay. ‘Because there is no musician in the world without greed.’

If it’s the same class, it’s right to want to take a class that’s even a little more helpful.

“However, you know that this ensemble practical evaluation focuses on ensemble (performance harmony between ensemble players) rather than performance skills, right? Is there anything to be gained by having 1st and 2nd place team up? Rather, I will evaluate it more calmly.”

For this reason, students were left to create their own teams.

Even if you end up on a team with the last place team, you can still get a full score if your ensemble matches well.

This practical test was meaningful in allowing students to experience ‘ensemble’, and was not a test designed to be monopolized by top students.

Also, it is an absolute evaluation, not a relative evaluation.

All you have to do is pass a certain standard.

Still, there were many children who tried to unite among the top ranked players.

‘It’s something that can’t be helped.’

Meanwhile, Han Seo-jin and Lee Ha-eun answered simply.

“yes. “I know it very well.”

“But I still want to try it.”

Yang Woo-joo this time asked Lee Ha-eun a question.

“Then what about Ha-eun? Is there a reason why you want to team up with Seojin? Seojin just said it was because of the competition.”

Lee Ha-eun hesitated for a moment before answering.

“Because Seojin and I are old friends. I wanted to play together at least once. “She also likes that Mozart piece.”

“Ah, were you and Seojin childhood friends? For some reason, I thought the two got along well. “Looking at the two of us currently taking first and second place, it seems like we have had a positive influence on each other.”

Lee Ha-eun nodded very slightly and answered, “··· Yes.”

Looking at that, Yang Woo-ju smiled.

‘They’re all cute, not like kids these days.’

Yang Woo-ju signed the ensemble team application form.

And before the two left the teacher’s office, Han Seo-jin was called separately.

Because of the ⌜Magic Fog⌟, I had something to ask the team leader.

“I received a call from the Public Service Advertising Association saying that the response was very positive. Directly to the chairman. So, it was briefly discussed at the last faculty meeting.”

It would be a pity to perform the current one-minute song elsewhere.

A song where the performance ends suddenly.

So, since the school would provide support, I asked if it would be a good idea to lengthen the song.

Han Seo-jin’s answer came quickly.

“It’s a song that still has uses right now. And if there is a moment when the song needs to be performed, I would choose to extend the length of the song without composing it separately.”

“Without composing music?”

“yes. “I’ve already finished talking to my friends.”

As Yang Woo-ju listened to the following explanation, he couldn’t help but smile again.

“That’s a good method. “I really hope that happens.”

“We must try to make that happen.”

* * *

I ended up composing two songs at the same time.

One is song A to give to a friend.

One is a B song written with an unspecified audience in mind, with no specific target in mind.

The former was a song I made because I wanted to, and the latter was a song I made out of a sense of obligation.

however.

B The beginning of the song was ‘Sense of Obligation’, but as I finished it, it started to sound fun.

I tried adding an EDM track that I haven’t used often, and created a top line with a slightly exciting tone.

The arrangement also focused on using a variety of instruments from the beginning. The expected final number of tracks is around 100. It was such a gorgeous and powerful song.

The two songs were very contrasting.

Since each song had a different intention, it definitely had a different feel.

But the two songs also had something in common.

That is, both of them are songs that are not my story.

⌜Magic Fog⌟, which I composed just before, and ⌜Somehow, Spring⌟ were my stories.

The speaker of the song was me, and it contained my thoughts.

Naturally, it is easy to put my emotions into my stories.

‘It seems like it’s worked well so far.’

So what happens to these songs?

A song written in a slightly cocky way, inferring the feelings of a friend.

A B song written without any emotion, focusing on interest.

I had no idea what would happen to the two songs.

‘You’ll only find out when you encounter this in person.’

The ensemble practice also went well.

I took some time on weekdays to play along with Ha-eun in the Sulwha practice room, and the song, which was a complete mess at first, was slowly taking shape.

However, competition for reservations for the practice room with two pianos was very, very fierce, so it seemed like we would have to practice separately outside.

I completed song A over a few days.

And I sent the draft of song B to Manager Park Hoon.

The phone call from the manager came less than 10 minutes after sending the message.

– hey! They say you just have to work hard to prepare for the competition. Why do you make songs? The kid is busy with school life too.

“I say my hobby is composing music. “How can people survive just by eating rice?”

A moment of silence.

At the end, I could hear the manager laughing.

– Anyway, he’s a great guy. Later, when your identity becomes known to the public, there will probably be an uproar.

“So what do you think the song is like?”

– First of all, I liked it. You haven’t had time to ask other team members yet. It’s an exciting song for summer, right? I knew you could write a song like this too.

“I wanted to give it a try. “In addition to this song, I also made another song, and I wanted to compose it with an atmosphere opposite to that.”

– Another song? Did you make another song?

“It’s not a song worth showing to the manager. “It’s not a song to be released anywhere.”

– So this song is purely for personal satisfaction?

“I guess you could say so.”

– Hey. I have become a complete artist.

Manager Park Hoon asked me to send him the sound source via Talk, as I won’t necessarily ask him to release it.

But this time, he clearly refused.

– Tsk tsk. okay. You might have an idea too. However, if you can’t show the song because it seems to be of low quality, it’s okay, right? Maybe your standards are high. Sometimes there are artists like that.

“It’s not like that. “If the opportunity arises, I will send it to you.”

– That’s a relief. I’m looking forward to it.

The arrangement for song B has not yet been completed, so I ended the call by informing them of the approximate composition schedule.

Manager Park Hoon, who was secretly showing that he liked him on the phone. The song itself probably seemed okay.

I stopped by Hongdae early in the morning on a weekend.

I wasn’t planning on going to the Star Live House, but ended up going to a recording studio that Ilsung had introduced me to.

A place with facilities where you can record on your own.

‘If you’re going to do it, you have to do it right.’

That’s what I thought.

Perhaps because it is Hongdae, the price of renting a recording studio was very cheap.

15,000 won per hour.

Through an acquaintance’s chance, I rented two hours for 20,000 won.

You don’t have to give me a discount, but it doesn’t matter since I have a part-time job anyway.

Ilsung, who was sitting at the counter, greeted his brother once again.

“thank you!”

“It’s nothing special. Anyway, I’m close with the owner’s sister. So sometimes they come to help. But would a kid of your size visit a recording studio in Hongdae? “This is a place for amateurs.”

“I have a song worthy of that.”

“A worthy song?”

“It was a bit like using the school recording studio, and it was a bit like asking for ⌜Moolgwang⌟. “I thought it would be most convenient to pay my own money and use a recording studio.”

“okay?”

“yes.”

Ilsung looked at me and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.

“A kid like you is only a freshman in middle school. It’s amazing every time. “If you don’t know something, come find me at the counter.”

I immediately entered the recording studio labeled Room 3. I think it’s about 1.5 pyeong. It’s very cozy.

Fortunately, perhaps because I had a good understanding of how to use the recording equipment, it wasn’t too difficult to operate. Detailed instructions for use were also written on the wall.

First I recorded the guitar.

Since it’s a song with only one instrument anyway, I didn’t think there was a need to film it in MIDI.

After a few attempts, I came up with a pretty good guitar line, and soon started recording vocals.

I don’t know about anything else, but ⌜somehow, my voice has gotten better than it did in spring⌟.

My voice became slightly thicker, and my tone became clearer.

‘Is it thanks to Seolha’s vocal lessons?’

I only took 3 or 4 light lessons, but it seemed to help me without realizing it.

Next time I go to the practice room, I should buy at least a small gift.

There are so many people around me who help me.

After two full hours, I left the recording studio.

Ilseong rested his chin on the counter, staring into space, then looked at me.

“It’s a song of farewell.”

“Did you hear?”

“I didn’t mean to listen, but I did. Because the recording studio in Hongdae is free in the morning. “You’re paying the rent here right now.”

When I turned my head and looked around the recording studio, it seemed like there was really no one there.

“Yes.”

“The song was good. It’s touching. “I almost cried a little.”

A brief evaluation.

That seemed to be enough.

I left the recording studio.

A little warm sunlight shone on me.

The second summer in Hongdae seemed like it was coming soon.

* * *

That afternoon.

I met Lee Ha-eun.

We visited a Korean music studio to practice ensemble.

“But can I really use the practice room here?”

“I got permission from the professor. He said I could use it during ensemble practice as well.”

“okay······?”

Unlike Lee Ha-eun, who was worried, Alba’s sister welcomed us without any hesitation.

Since we’ve known each other for almost a year, I really didn’t mind.

“Kyaa! Who is this again? It’s not as cute as Suyeon’s, but it’s really cute! friend?”

“yes. Last time, I said that I would rent a practice room with two pianos for ensemble practice with a friend…”

“oh my. right! right. I heard it but forgot about it for a moment. “What is your friend’s name?”

“ah! My name is Lee Ha-eun. i look forward to.”

As Lee Ha-eun bowed her head, Alba’s sister smiled happily.

“Hehe. He’s totally like a doll. “Are you two in the same class?”

“yes.”

“Yes.”

“I like it~ I liked my middle school days too. At least I want to go back to high school. “If I think about it now, that was the best time.”

Alba’s older sister suddenly starts recalling memories.

When a sentence that started with ‘In my time~’ starts to get a bit long.

“Hey sister. “We have less time to practice than we thought.”

“huh? ah. ah. sorry. When I see you guys, I suddenly think of old times. This is all because you guys look cute. know?”

“······ It was our fault?”

“Hmm! yes. Seojin, do you know where the keys are? Practice hard. “I get along well with my friends.”

“yes. All right.”

Only then were we able to enter the practice room where two grand pianos were placed.

Lee Ha-eun giggled as soon as she entered the practice room.

“You get along well with other people now. “It’s different than before.”

“If anyone hears this, will they think that I used to be a strange person?”

“I’m saying I was too blunt. “He seemed a little depressed.”

“But you tried really hard to talk to me back then. Even until last year.”

“I did that.”

“Is there a reason why you did that?”

“Hmm.”

Lee Ha-eun thought for a moment and then continued speaking.

“I thought it was cool to keep taking on challenges without giving up. And she was sulky, so when I watched her sit still, I felt like she was someone who needed to be taken care of. “She couldn’t stop talking.”

“What does it feel like to feel like someone who needs to be taken care of a little bit?”

“well. I’m not sure. That’s just what I thought. But how did people change so much? Is it really because I have good friends?”

Lee Ha-eun’s joke.

I also took it as a joke.

“Maybe so.”

We each sat in front of the piano.

He nodded his head three times and gave Lee Ha-eun a signal.

And then I played the intro.

At the same time, Lee Ha-eun plays the same melody as me.

Mozart’s music is a bit flashy and virtuosic.

Lee Ha-eun continues the variations, and I play a new theme again.

The performances continued as if they were having a conversation, complementing each other’s melodies.

Each member shows off their musical expression in a given measure.

It was not a performance tailored to just one person.

We made the most of each of our voices,

Little by little, we were building it into an ensemble.

This time was quite enjoyable.

* * *

“Didn’t we get along really well in the end? “I should have recorded that!”

“What are you going to do with the recording?”

“I thought it would be good to hear it from time to time. “They say that if you listen to Mozart’s music often, your brain will get better.”

“With what we played?”

“That makes sense!”

In fact, the final ensemble was quite convincing, so it was understandable that Lee Ha-eun was excited.

It’s already dinner time.

I was about to get hungry, so I went to Subway and bought a sandwich.

In the end, the calculation is Dutch pay.

Lee Ha-eun always stopped me from calculating everything.

“Uh huh. “That’s not something friends do.”

“You’re taking pocket money and using it. Do you need to tell me how much I make?”

“For your information, pocket money is enough~ And who cares how much you earn? is not it?”

Then he sticks out his tongue and walks forward.

However, I paid for the orange-flavored slush I bought for dessert.

To be more precise…

“Han Su-yeon lives there. “Take it.”

“Sooyeon?”

“huh. Thank you for the dog figure. They say that if something comes, something must go. “That is the right thing to do.”

“Tsk tsk. I can’t survive! “Sooyeon, why is she so cute?”

“I too am a mystery.”

“Next time, I should at least buy you a proper gift. “As an older sister.”

“Then Suyeon will like it too.”

“Then that would be great.”

Thanks to the slightly warmer weather, the slush melted quickly. There wasn’t enough time to leisurely eat with a straw spoon.

While walking down the street, I handed Lee Ha-eun a lottery capsule. She was going to give it to her a while ago, but for some reason she forgot.

“what’s this?”

“White cat. “You couldn’t have already chosen it, right?”

Lee Ha-eun stands blankly and looks at me. He then trailed off, saying, “I stopped playing lottery after that because you said it was like gambling.”

“Yes, it came out right next time. I think you just need to take one more step. “I thought that was what it meant.”

Lee Ha-eun opened the lottery capsule and took out the white cat inside.

“······ Does that really mean that?”

“maybe.”

“I hope so. thank you. Seojin.”

Then he smiles slightly.

I also sent a message to Lee Ha-eun. A song I recorded this morning. Although it was not mixed or mastered, it was a completed song.

Lee Ha-eun looks at her cell phone. And looks at me.

“Sound file? “Have you written a new song?”

“I sent it to you so you can listen to it later.”

“But you usually ask me to listen and evaluate right away, right?”

“I don’t think it’s that kind of song.”

Lee Ha-eun laughs and pokes my side with her elbow.

“tooth. While being the number one composer. I think I need to have more confidence. “No one can sing better than you.”

“no way.”

“Is it real? Then… should I listen to this song later? “Why not now?”

To Lee Ha-eun’s question, I answered that she could handle it on her own.

‘Now or later.’

In the end, it seemed like it would be similar.

We stood in front of a cafe and each put one earphone in each ear. The light that passed through the store’s glass windows illuminated us.

Lee Ha-eun’s hand was seen pressing the play button on the music app.

Lee Ha-eun, who was standing next to me, listened to the song silently and then turned her head towards me.

Staring at me intently.

Slightly widened eyes.

Thanks to this, my eyelashes were clearly visible.

Despite this, Lee Ha-eun remained silent.

The song went on without a hitch.

It’s not a very long song.

3 minutes and 30 seconds.

Lee Ha-eun was seen clenching her fists.

When I came out of the deserted island and was actually full of emptiness, Lee Ha-eun was the friend who approached me without notice.

‘I’m glad. ‘What about your fingers?’

‘uh?’

‘The most important thing for a pianist is the fingers. I asked if there were any breaks or cracks. ‘Are you moving well?’

Lee Ha-eun was the friend who knew what was most important to me and asked me that.

A friend who recognized me first.

In fact, I had previously passed by Lee Ha-eun without much notice.

I was sorry about that.

That moment.

Lee Ha-eun sheds tears over her smartphone.

The teardrops seemed so big that it made me feel a little heartbroken.

The song is over.

Everything this song needed to do has been done.

Lee Ha-eun looked at me.

And then he opened his mouth.

“This is a song about me…”

I felt my voice tremble.

“Why do you always…”

Lee Ha-eun didn’t even wipe away her tears.

“You are helping me…”

“You’re friends. Just like you helped me. “I just did the same thing.”

“······.”

I didn’t even say anything special, but Lee Ha-eun started crying.

He puts his forehead on my arm and cries sadly.

Actually, I also missed my dad.

There was no one who could say such a thing.

I couldn’t tell my mom or dad.

Lee Ha-eun, who listened to the song to the end, said that to me.

My friend was small in stature, but showed a proud and confident appearance in front of everyone.

He burst into tears in front of me like a child.

I couldn’t do anything, so I awkwardly patted Lee Ha-eun on the shoulder.

I knew how to make up a song, but I didn’t know how to comfort people.

Lee Ha-eun cries out loud.

I don’t know what to do with this situation.

In the end we

They were all children.