The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 58



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58 The child I used to be

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⌜Moonlight⌟ Label Headquarters.

Manager Park Hoon makes a loud noise.

“I told you! Yes! Our composers and singers are all people who sing along? No matter how much the world has changed, what matters in the end is the song. Have you seen netizens’ reactions now? You say it’s been a while since you released a song worthy of a song! This is enough! 1st? “That’s additional.”

“Uh… Manager.”

“why?”

The Tsarina Deputy whispered in a slightly quiet voice.

“Are you shouting out loud on purpose? “I ask the team next door to stop by.”

“of course. I need to join at least 3 teams. Don’t you remember how much they ignored our ⌜TEST⌟ finished version even after hearing it? You even got into trouble for spending 3,000 of ‘our team budget’ on the ⌜Live On⌟ stage. Don’t spend money on useless things. “Rather use it for company dinner expenses.”

“I was dumbfounded when I heard those words.”

“That’s right! “They don’t even know how to sing!”

“however······”

Assistant Manager Tsarina continued speaking while looking at her cell phone.

“I think you should go to the managing director’s office in 10 minutes. They contacted me directly. “I want to see the manager separately.”

“The managing director?”

“yes. “I have something serious to talk about.”

“······.”

Manager Park Hoon tilted his head but immediately went to the managing director’s office. When passing by Team 3, I thought for no reason, “Ah, I don’t know why ⌜TEST⌟ received the excellence award. “Does Manager Kim know?” he muttered.

Manager Kim Shin-woo of Team 3 looked at the back and frowned. At the same time, he asked several questions to his team members.

“so. “You don’t know the identity of MJ’s composer?”

“yes. Considering that the contract was handled externally, it seems clear that Manager Park is hiding something.”

“under. No matter how much I think about it, I don’t think I’m a rookie… but considering that I actually applied for a contest, I think I’m a rookie. “There’s nothing specific I can name.”

“It seems that the recording studio was conducted separately at a location known to Manager Park. “I only gathered people I knew.”

“You are thorough.”

“Or maybe our youngest is a professional composer as expected, but he applied for the ‘contest’ as a smokescreen.”

“I guess it would be more reasonable to think that way.”

Manager Kim Shin-woo nodded after thinking for a moment.

“Then let’s look into that as well. “If it’s a little later, we may not be able to request a song at all, let alone bring you to our team.”

Most people in the entertainment industry would be more interested in MJ.

In a way, it was natural that the composer who created her would receive attention rather than the rediscovery of Kwon Seol-ha.

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The office of the managing director of ⌜Moonlight⌟.

“Is that really okay?”

The managing director gave a simple answer to Manager Park Hoon’s question.

“I will give you a separate budget, so use it comfortably. “Don’t skimp on anything, including marketing costs, music video production costs, and goods production costs.”

“Then that SNS…”

The managing director answered with a calm smile.

“yes. Thanks to the person who wrote that article, didn’t singer Kwon Seol-ha and MJ get a chance to get noticed? Let’s ask around and find out that ⌜Wolgwang⌟ is supporting the tuition required for the qualification exam. “It would also be good to provide support for one semester of college tuition.”

“······ yes. All right.”

“It’s been a while since I heard a good song. It’s been a long time since I heard a song that can change society. Even 20 years ago, ‘music’ used to take the lead in changing the world… Anyway, it’s been a while since I’ve had this kind of experience, so I feel good.”

Manager Park Hoon quietly nodded.

“I think so too. MJ is a composer with such power.”

“I think so. Please take good care of Manager Park in the future. “I will give you strength.”

* * *

Calls and texts poured in.

In particular, Seolha burst into tears after calling me.

At first, I thought they liked it because they won first place, but when I listened to it carefully, it seemed like I cried a lot after seeing the SNS story.

‘Seojin. Wow. I’m going to work really hard. Wow. People… heard my song… and were very… moved…’

‘Stop it. Pop. Then you’ll get sick of it.’

‘Aaaah! How dare you! This is my first time doing something like this! My fans thank me after listening to my song! This is all thanks to you! I just cry! ‘I’m doing this because I’m grateful!’

‘Uh… Still. ‘I heard there’s a broadcast tomorrow?’

‘Tsk. That’s right, but…’

‘Sister, you said you were grateful to me? Just follow me once. Pop! ‘You need to listen to this much.’

‘······ Pop.’

‘Is it worth it?’

‘······ Ugh. huh.’

I had a hard time comforting Seolha, who was crying like a child. Fortunately, filming was completed safely the next day. Although I heard that the MC was reduced to tears again after reading the SNS post. In fact, it made the atmosphere more lively.

My sister Seolha said the same thing, but it was my first time experiencing something like this.

Should I say that people become confused?

As I watched the stories posted one by one on social media, I became lost in deep thought.

As Seolha said, each and every one of these online posts touched my heart more than the fact that I won first place.

“Hi-Hi. There were also good comments.”

Moreover, Sooyeon also seemed to be in a good mood.

When I first saw that SNS post, she was the one who was crying and snotty in front of me, but when she saw that ⌜TEST⌟ was rising in rankings, she sometimes checked the comments like that.

“Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss.”

Suyeon easily got down from the computer chair in the living room. Dodo comes over to me as I watch TV and settles down comfortably.

“People say they gained a lot of strength after listening to my song. “I’m really grateful.”

“I know. “I’m so grateful too.”

“I think you did something wonderful. “I guess my brother is destined to work hard in music in the future.”

I smiled and answered.

“okay. “I thought that too.”

“But brother.”

“huh?”

“Actually, I was in kindergarten… Oh, no. First, pat me on the head. “Good job.”

“······?”

“hurry! hurry! hurry!”

I don’t know why, but there was nothing I couldn’t do, so I patted Suyeon’s head diligently.

Suyeon said, raising her head slightly upward.

“Ahem. I said I would help you, right? Even if it’s not big, I probably had an influence of 0.000001%. “Make sure you know it well.”

“Uh… but what could that be?”

“That’s a secret. “No matter how much you are my brother, you shouldn’t try to know too many things.”

“okay?”

“huh. I’ll tell you later. I have at least 10 people… no! “There is such a thing!”

“Thank you for no reason. “I’ll have to wait until Suyeon tells me later.”

“Hmm! “Just trust me!”

Su-yeon feels elated for some reason.

After playing with Suyeon for a while, I carried my guitar bag and went outside.

I rode the bus for a while. I didn’t mean to go far. Even if it was the weekend, I couldn’t go that far away by myself.

The place we arrived at was Hangang Park. Perhaps because of the slightly cooler weather, there didn’t seem to be many people. Still, we ride bikes, jog, and gather together to talk.

I walked along the path along the Han River. Today I just wanted to see water. I wanted to see calm waves.

We arrived at a quiet place with no benches or exercise equipment. There was a cement structure sloping from the water to the land, probably a place where ships came up from time to time.

I roughly settled down and put my guitar case on the floor.

As I stayed still, I could hear the sound of waves lapping. After a little while, I could even hear the sound of the wind passing through the grass.

I casually took out my acoustic guitar.

And then the coordination began.

Tung. Tung. The sound of the guitar being played resonated far across the Han River.

Since leaving the desert island, I have never played guitar near the water. In Gangneung, this feeling was not present because it was quite far from the sea.

Then, I took out the plastic-wrapped airline ticket from my wallet and fastened it to my guitar case.

⌜TEST⌟ was a song about me.

I put what I experienced and what I thought into the song.

What would Mr. Miller say if he heard this song?

Given his personality, I might have given him a compliment first. Then he probably gave me some sneaky advice, saying, “How about changing it like this?”

Even though I wasn’t conscious of it, the accompaniment of ⌜TEST⌟ flowed from my hands. I played alone, without any audience.

But a cat passing by on the street settled in front of me. A mixture of white and brown stains. He opens his mouth wide, yawns, and looks at me quietly.

“I don’t have anything to eat?”

“······.”

“Just to look around?”

“······.”

“do it yourself. But please don’t disturb me.”

“······.”

I continued playing again.

I started randomly playing songs that were still in my head, that I had composed on a desert island and that I had heard from Uncle Miller.

When I left the desert island and returned here, I made a song called ⌜TEST⌟. Rather than handing over a previously made song to ⌜Moolgwang⌟, we created a new song.

I didn’t think much about it at the time.

Since I didn’t have anything to do at Saebom Elementary School, I just thought it would be a good way to pass the time.

But did I really compose it with that in mind?

Meeting Seolha, recording, releasing songs, and meeting the public for the first time, my thoughts changed each time.

Then, while reading posts on social media, I completely reorganized my thoughts.

People who said they were comforted after listening to my song.

But the truth is…

“I wanted to be comforted. “I think so.”

All the songs written on the desert island were warm songs. Songs I wrote while having a dream-like time.

The slight sadness that comes out of ⌜TEST⌟…

It represented who I am now.

I focused only on revealing my emotions while composing ⌜TEST⌟.

I didn’t think about anything else.

Now, I···.

I wanted to be comforted just once.

So today I wanted to play guitar by the water.

As comfortable as if you were on a desert island.

When I was playing in silence for a while, something suddenly approached me. I thought it was a cat friend sitting in the first row of the audience…

“Thank you for the great performance!”

It was a child passing by. The kid put a thousand won in my guitar case and ran to the back. When he turned his head, his parents were greeting the child. He seems to have seen my gaze and shakes his hand lightly.

⌜TEST⌟ ranked first on the music charts.

Did Uncle Miller like this?

When I closed my eyes, the man’s face vaguely appeared. How much time has passed? I can’t remember that face clearly anymore.

‘That’s rude.’

Still, Uncle Miller’s traces remained in my playing and my singing.

Uncle Miller must also have traces of Master.

I wonder if the music continues like this.

From quite a long time ago until now, endlessly.

Like Suyeon said, maybe it’s my destiny to do music.

I thought back to the time when I had just left the deserted island and was drifting in the sea.

That was the last time he called me…

The lyrics of the song are now very blurred,

I only sang one verse.

The cat didn’t seem to enjoy my performance, so it scratched its back with its hind paws and then went off somewhere.

My performance ended quickly.

I cleaned out my guitar bag and put the airline ticket back into my wallet.

The Han River was peaceful.

and.

My heart fluttered for a moment,

Suddenly it became peaceful again.

now I···.

Because I wasn’t the child I used to be.

* * *

A night where darkness quietly descends.

“Seojin.”

“yes?”

“In the future, when you go out into the outside world, you may experience very difficult things. “You may feel upset when things don’t work out the way you intended, or even when things don’t work out the way you intended.”

I responded lightly to what Uncle Miller said.

“Isn’t that the fate of those who survive on a deserted island? Do you think we might get an offer to produce a movie? “You will become popular right away.”

The uncle smiled.

“Maybe so. But what I said a moment ago applies to your entire life.”

“······ is that so?”

“okay. In that case, there is the best way. Because we are musicians. “When you play music, you can face those difficulties head on.”

“Because you’re playing or something?”

“That’s a great method too.”

“But Mr. Miller. Would that change the situation? “Just because you play the guitar doesn’t mean difficulties go away.”

“that’s right. But you will gain the strength to overcome those difficulties. We call such people musicians. And there is bound to be great power hidden in the music made by such a musician.”

“Uhm… “It’s difficult.”

“I hope you remember my words later. Of course, I will still be by your side and explain it like this. It’s a little late to talk today. “Let’s sleep quickly.”

“Hwaaaam. yes. good night mister.”

“okay. Seojin. “You too, sleep well.”

* * *

A peaceful morning.

The walk to Saebom Elementary School was the same as usual.

Before entering school, I briefly checked my phone.

Since it was difficult to get in touch during class, I would check chat messages or emails from time to time.

There was nothing special.

Sister Seolha was busy filming, and she was busy running sales at ⌜Moonlight⌟.

After checking all the messages, I opened the email.

Most of them were spam emails, but one of them was shining brightly in my work inbox.

An email sent by Assistant Manager Tsarina.

As I casually opened the email, I couldn’t help but tilt my head.

The list appears to be dozens… no, well over a hundred people.

Assistant Manager Tsarina wrote a quite lengthy email.

To summarize…

Singers who want to receive songs from me.

Now I’m not looking for a singer,

It seemed like singers were looking for me.