The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 4



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4 A midsummer night

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Guitar case made of hard material.

Mark Miller slowly stroked the top of the case.

Very carefully, like handling a baby.

The movement was slow, as if I was looking at my former self through a guitar case.

Miller extended his hand to Seojin. Seojin handed an object to Miller as if it had been prepared in advance.

and.

Mark Miller hit the guitar case with the rock he received from Seojin.

“look. “It’s a little extreme, but it’s solid.”

“Thanks to you, I was completely destroyed.”

For your information, what Mark Miller did was nothing special.

All you have to do is open a case that is locked with a lock using physical force.

Miller was concentrating as much as he could on not damaging the contents, so he hit only the lock.

But for some reason, Seojin continued to complain.

“It would have been better to make the key the way I said.”

“Are we some kind of locksmith? “I guess it was all in vain.”

“I guess I can just snap it together with a spare iron plate. Anyway, we have time left over. and···.”

Mark Miller glanced back at Seojin, who continued to mumble.

Seojin’s eyes are still swollen. Her entire face was also red, probably because not only her tears but also her snot were squeezed out. It almost seemed like he was crying loudly.

I’m like that because I’m embarrassed for no reason.

Of course, it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand Seojin’s feelings.

The only person I depended on on a deserted island almost died.

It wasn’t necessarily because he was a 12-year-old, but I thought that anyone in that situation would have reacted that way.

Mark Miller had no choice but to stop his work and approach Seojin. Seojin stares blankly at Miller. Miller ruffled his hair for no reason.

“Ahh! Why again!”

“just. “I wanted to make fun of you after seeing what you were doing.”

“No, isn’t this the time to be concerned about what comes out of your guitar case? “Don’t you know that this is an important matter related to survival?”

“I know, man. “You’re fussy.”

Mark Miller left the grumbling Seojin behind again and began to focus on disassembling the case.

At the same time, I didn’t forget to casually say something.

“People don’t die that easily.”

Mark Miller’s own words of comfort.

Seojin listened to his words and stayed still, then took a deep breath and rested. After that, Seojin, who grumbled a few more times, calmly began to help Miller.

It didn’t take long for Mark Miller to take the case apart.

Rock, force, physics!

There aren’t many things that will take a long time on this front.

When I opened the case, the first thing that caught my eye was an acoustic guitar.

To Mark Miller, it looked like an ordinary mid-priced guitar. I looked at the model name written on the inside just in case, but it wasn’t a famous instrument brand. Model name RL-173. I thought it might be a local brand produced in a specific country.

In fact, this was not the guitar that Miller and Seojin were expecting.

Tools directly related to survival.

I searched through the case to find such things.

The items came out quite diverse.

Sheet music and notebooks.

Musical paper and ballpoint pen.

Also a hand mirror.

and.

“I knew it would be like this! Musicians are similar wherever you go in the world.”

A pack of cigarettes and two disposable lighters.

It was a precious item kept in the inside pocket of the case.

Unfortunately, there was no such thing as a cell phone.

Still, I was able to obtain the fire I desperately needed on a deserted island.

Of course, it’s not like I didn’t try to make fire while I was here.

I tried collecting dry grass and rubbing it with a wooden stick, but it always failed. It took a few hours to create just enough smoke. There was never a fire.

Mark Miller wiped the opening of the lighter with his clothes.

Be even more careful in case there is seawater on it.

Then the flint of the lighter flickered.

A fire that occurs instantly.

Seojin lets out a single exclamation.

Miller also shouted loudly.

Once I started a fire, I was confident that I would somehow maintain it. If you just keep the fire alive for 24 hours, everything will work out.

Even though the lighter was disposable, it was like bringing infinite fire to a deserted island.

We started gathering the dry leaves we had been collecting for a long time at one place on the beach. We gathered tree branches to form an outer shell, and made a screen out of palm leaves to prevent the fire from being extinguished by the wind.

The next thing we prepared was things to eat.

Fish that had been dried well in the sun, crabs that had just been caught yesterday, and coconut fruits that had been picked in advance.

After finishing all the preparations, the sun was already setting.

Normally, I would have slept because I had nothing to do, but now I didn’t really care.

Miller handed Seojin a lighter. It meant that you should try to finish it yourself.

Thump-thump-

The cheerful sound of a lighter being flicked from Seojin’s hand was heard.

After several attempts, the dry leaves finally caught fire.

The fire quickly grew large.

There was finally light on an uninhabited island where there was only darkness.

There were countless stars floating in the sky, and the crescent moon was proudly holding its place.

The sound of waves created from small waves tickled my ears.

Miller and Seojin took a seat by the fire. And we shared our food together.

Even clams and crabs that didn’t have much of a taste when raw were envied by the taste of fresh and mountainous foods when grilled.

Mark Miller thought it was time to pick up the acoustic guitar he found during the day.

Seojin’s face was full of curiosity.

Seo Jin, who often talked to Miller, also knew that Miller was a musician.

Because of that, Seojin, the only audience member at this venue, had high expectations.

However, what Miller is a little disappointed with is that the condition of the guitar is not normal.

One of the six guitar strings was broken, and the body of the guitar was still damp, possibly due to seawater entering the hard case.

I knew it. I flicked it lightly and there was no clear sound.

But what can I do? You can’t turn away your only audience.

‘What’s a good song?’

After completing the rough tuning, Miller thought of famous songs that even Seojin would know. Then he thought about the songs he had written in the past.

Everything didn’t look like much.

It’s not because it’s a bad song. This meant that it was not an appropriate song to play at this moment.

‘then···.’

Mark Miller improvised the melody based on inspiration that came to his mind.

Because there was one missing guitar string, the fingering had to be different, but it didn’t really matter.

I felt like a pretty good song would come out as is. This wasn’t a penalty or anything.

In place of the missing drums, he struck the guitar body to create beats. The body naturally bowed to the guitar.

The first notes of the song came out of Miller’s guitar before he even realized it.

On a deserted island on a summer night, Mark Miller played guitar and sang while looking at the blazing fireworks.

There were no special lyrics attached to the song.

I just made up words without any hesitation to capture the feeling of this moment.

moon and stars.

light and darkness.

And adults and children.

When I couldn’t think of anything, I moved on to an appropriate scat.

Still, it was good.

Because this was music.

okay. This was music.

“and···. “What song is this?”

“An impromptu song I just made. “There’s no title yet.”

“You’re a real artist.”

“Then you’re a fake artist. Would you like to try it too?”

“What?”

“etc. “I’ll let you know.”

Seojin blinks. Miller recklessly handed over the guitar to Seojin.

Miller roughly explained the principles of how a guitar makes sound.

He also created and taught us several chord fingerings that are unique to this guitar, which does not have a single string.

Following Miller’s instructions, Seojin began to fumble and strum the acoustic guitar. When a dissonant sound occurred, he created the sound by slightly changing the position of the string.

Seojin, who wondered if he had been thinking for so long, suddenly struck a chord.

A beautiful sound made by four strings at the same time.

that.

“look. you’re good.”

It was the first chord of a song that Mark Miller had composed impromptu a while ago.

Seojin slowly pointed out the next code.

Because I was worrying, there were gaps in the sound in between. But the silence at that time was replaced by the sound of insects in the forest.

Seojin continued to make music.

His guitar, which he used to match notes by changing chords infrequently, was gradually improving.

I could never say it was perfect.

but.

At this level, it could be called music.

Seojin also seemed to have noticed this, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Looking at Seojin like that, Miller started singing the lyrics of a song he had composed a little while ago.

Seojin played the guitar to Miller’s voice.

Actually, it wasn’t that much.

Seojin also slightly changed Miller’s song to suit his own style.

‘Do you do it knowingly or instinctively without knowing?’

He creates his own guitar chords that Miller did not tell him and adds variations to them.

If Seojin didn’t know something, he didn’t hesitate to ask.

When I learned something I was good at, I played it with confidence.

Without even noticing that the night was getting deeper.

There is a time when a person’s talent blooms.

Some people pass it by without realizing it, but there are others who notice it and make it theirs.

What about Seojin?

Are you someone who just blankly watches your talent pass away?

well.

At least the Seojin that Mark Miller knew didn’t seem like he would miss any small opportunity.

And as if to prove it.

Seojin was endlessly making music with his guitar.