The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 13



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13 canon

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“Seojin?”

The silence was broken by the nurse’s sister’s call.

Lin placed her hand on my forehead and looked into my eyes. Thanks to this, her vision, which had disappeared except for the piano, returned in an instant.

“I don’t have a fever. “Are you dizzy?”

“I was just dazed for a moment.”

“Looking at that piano?”

“I suddenly remembered the old days.”

Rin chuckles after hearing my answer.

“Based on Seojin’s standards, he must have been very young. “Did you play the piano back then?”

“yes. And maybe… “You can still hit it now.”

“maybe?”

Was the word ‘probably’ a little strange? Still, I can’t help it. It’s a bit difficult to explain in detail. It is best to move on from this point in detail.

I brushed off the situation by asking again where the examination room was.

Lin didn’t even ask me any questions.

The place we arrived at after her was the eye clinic. Even though it is morning time, many patients are sitting on the sofa and waiting.

Fortunately, I made a reservation in advance so I didn’t have to wait long for my turn. Aren’t I an inpatient, not an outpatient? He is also a quite famous VIP in this hospital.

Well, even if it wasn’t to that extent, I felt like I was receiving some benefits.

Lin and I took a seat on the empty sofa.

But as soon as I sat down, the person sitting next to me poked my shoulder. When I turned around, I saw an old lady with a kind look staring at me.

“also. “I guess it’s that kid.”

This has happened several times just today. There are definitely a lot of people who recognize me. I briefly said hello to my grandmother.

But my grandmother’s accent was very unique. Her English in Singapore was quite unique, but it seemed nothing compared to her grandmother’s pronunciation.

I ask Rin directly if he was curious about that too.

“Grandma, are you from Myanmar?”

“There are quite a few people from the countryside there too. “I lived on an island whose name I don’t even know, for quite some time.”

The story between Lin and her grandmother that started like that became quite long.

My grandmother, who is from Myanmar, came to Singapore at the age of middle age and started a business.

Although it was difficult, he managed to settle down.

Then, it is said that this time, at the invitation of his grandson, he went on a trip to Korea.

That means.

“Was your grandmother also on board AC2505?”

I couldn’t contain my curiosity and asked, and my grandmother nodded.

“okay. I thought I was going to die, but truly miraculous things happened. “Who knew we would all survive like this?”

“They say it’s unusual.”

“Even I was so shocked at the time that I fainted right away. But it looks like someone put an oxygen mask on me. “I heard from the rescue team that it was thanks to that that he was able to survive.”

“I guess my grandson helped me.”

“Maybe so. But if that’s not the case…”

The grandmother began to tell a story that she had once heard from her great-grandfather.

My grandfather made a living by fishing in Myanmar. It is said that one day he encountered a storm and was washed away to an island.

He said he had an amazing day meeting an old friend by chance in a place where no one was around.

The next day, the storm stopped and we escaped the island together, but we found out that the friend had died a long time ago.

My grandfather could not find any traces of that friend on the boat, and only the memory of receiving help from him remained, and he is passing this story on to his descendants.

My grandmother was thinking that the island might have helped in this accident as well.

“Of course, it is not an easy story to believe. It is an island that transcends life and death… “It would be truly amazing if such a place really existed.”

“It’s an interesting story.”

“okay. “It’s a story about the Island of the Dead.”

“······.”

Grandma soon entered the treatment room. I had to think about that story for a while.

I also underwent several eye tests. The result is normal. Very healthy.

Lynn and I passed through the first floor lobby again to return to room 907.

In the impressive lobby with its sparkling marble floor, people of all ages and genders were gathered in front of the fountain.

I looked again at the piano I had been watching for a while before going to the eye doctor.

I suddenly had this thought, perhaps because I heard my grandmother’s story a little while ago.

If Uncle Miller had seen that piano.

He must have been annoyed that the humidity in the piano was not controlled.

I felt like I was laughing without realizing it.

I asked Lynn if she had some free time. Lynn said she was no longer a prosecutor today.

“why? “Did you really want to play that piano?”

I couldn’t lie any more.

“yes. “Very much.”

Rin pushed my back, telling me to hit as much as I wanted.

I took a step.

Fortunately, due to the location of the fountain and the angle at which the piano was placed, it was unlikely that the performer would be visible from the lobby.

I think I can play at least one song without it being noticeable.

The huge lid of the grand piano was also helping me.

I dragged a chair and took a seat in the exact center. I adjusted the height of the chair and looked into space.

Before I even sat down here, I had already decided who I would play for.

So now all that’s left is the song selection.

‘What song should I play?’

I’d like to play one of the songs I composed on a desert island. There are a lot of songs that remain in my head, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea to play them.

no. I shook my head without realizing it. For now, just saying, ‘It won’t be bad’ wasn’t enough.

I slowly touched the piano keys. The slightly cold feel of the keyboard was conveyed directly to my hands. The black keys protruding above the white keys tickled my hands.

Suddenly, I remembered my childhood. The first time he played the piano. The sensation that I thought would have been forgotten because it was an old memory remained in my hand.

A song I practiced hard at that time.

And a song that seems very suitable for this moment.

Kinderszenen Op.15-VII. Traümerei.

The meaning of ⌜Treuimerei⌟, the 7th song among ⌜Children’s Scenes⌟, which German composer Schumann wrote at the age of 28 while recalling his childhood.

It was ‘Dream.’

I put my hand on the first note of Troimerai, Mi♭ (E♭). And I pressed the keys deeply.

The sound created by the hammer connected to the keyboard hitting the piano strings filled the space.

My hands looked beautiful, thinking I had spent time on a desert island. But with these hands, I felt like I could make deeper sounds than before.

Focus on the 4-measure melody that repeats rise and fall.

Filled with the emotions I’m feeling right now.

He created gentle yet beautiful melodies at his fingertips.

My hair stood on end.

Goosebumps appear on my back.

The blank notes I was practicing on the fake keyboard on the desert island suddenly became real and came back to me.

Evidence continued to pile up that what happened there was not a dream.

2nd, 6th verse.

Measures 10 and 14.

18th, 22nd measure.

The simple and simple-looking melody filled me.

I said hello while thinking of someone.

I hoped my voice would be heard somewhere.

So I don’t even know.

He was humming the melody of ⌜Treimerai⌟.

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Lin watched Seojin play in silence.

When Seojin first said he wanted to play the piano, I could never have imagined something like this.

‘I thought you’d just play a nursery rhyme or something…’

The moment Seojin played the first note on the piano, the atmosphere around him changed.

The people who were sitting in the lobby and making noise suddenly stopped making a sound. Patients who were busy moving around to get tested also stopped for a moment.

Everyone here looked at Seojin’s performance.

The song Seojin played on the piano was a melody that seemed like he had heard it somewhere.

Although Lynn didn’t know much about classical music, she remembered hearing it at least once in a movie or drama.

‘But that…’

I don’t think it gave me this feeling.

It is said that the feel of classical songs varies greatly depending on the performer.

But I never imagined that the difference would be this much.

A completely different song.

If you say that the feeling of this song you heard before was lyrical and beautiful.

Seojin’s performance felt sad, as if he was singing about some kind of regret or as if he was trying to say goodbye.

There was clearly sadness in Seojin’s brilliant performance.

But suddenly, Seojin started humming in a voice so quiet that you couldn’t hear it unless you listened closely.

Since Rin was seated close to the piano, the sound was barely audible.

A situation that may feel strange.

But strangely, it didn’t seem awkward.

I couldn’t tell the exact reason, whether it was because of Seojin’s immersive appearance or because I was caught up in this atmosphere, but everything just seemed natural.

A child playing the piano with a calm expression while wearing a patient gown.

A calm melody flowing from a child’s youthful voice.

That’s how Seojin’s performance ended in a mysterious atmosphere.

I wish I could start doing something more.

I was left with a feeling of regret, wondering, ‘Is this really the end?’

People continued to hold their breath even after the performance ended.

With a bit of anticipation, I stare at the back of the piano, which is barely visible because it is covered by the piano lid.

At that time, a familiar voice came from behind Rin. Where did she appear from? It was Doctor Rong who had just finished his rounds.

“That kid looks like Glenn Gould.”

“yes? Who? ”

In response to Lin’s question, Rong briefly explained.

“A famous pianist from Canada. A musician who was so lost in his own world that he hummed while recording, giving him a headache. “If you were to name the best pianists in history, he would definitely be in the top 10.”

“ah···.”

“I thought it felt something like that.”

Lin looked at Seojin. As Rong said, does Seojin have his own world? She seemed like a smart kid, but it was only now that I realized she had talent.

Unfortunately, Seojin got up from his seat as if there was no second performance.

The audience, who had been staring at the piano with bated breath, then began clapping one by one.

As a thank you for listening to a great song.

With regret.

They praised the performer.

In a place no one expected: the hospital lobby.

That boy was clearly destined to become a pianist.