The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 8



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Miller woke up gasping for breath. These days, because I dream a lot, I often wake up surprised like this.

Besides that.

‘After all, it’s all a lucid dream…’

It seemed like the more I slept, the more tired I became.

The dream I had this time was a reenactment of the plane crash.

The vivid voice of the captain and the shouts of the crew.

That voice continued to linger in my ears.

It was only after Miller looked around that his sense of reality seemed to come back.

Inside a small wooden boat.

Intense sunlight shining down.

Seojin is fishing over there.

okay. We escaped from a deserted island.

Seojin, perhaps sensing that he is being popular, turns his head slightly. Then she holds out a palm fruit.

Miller looked at that and shook his head.

“water. “You have to save it.”

“If you save this, you won’t be able to save yourself from death, right?”

“Do you know anything? “Because one sip of water is not enough, there is a narrow chance that you will die.”

“Hey. Uncle, do you know that you talk a lot more nonsense these days? Don’t talk nonsense and drink it. “If you get dehydrated, it just becomes more of a headache.”

“······.”

“iced coffee. My arm is starting to hurt. “Take some.”

Seojin abruptly threw the coconut water bucket at Miller.

Miller accepted it and smiled. He opened the wooden carved lid and lightly moistened his mouth. ha. I felt like I could breathe a little easier.

“So, did you catch some fish?”

“Not at all. “I was expecting to catch a marlin like in a novel, but I didn’t even see a minnow.”

“Or the shark already ate it all? Pull the string. “See if there are any bones left.”

“That’s Okay. I’m afraid I won’t even be able to feel it. Let’s wait a moment. “At least I think I can catch some tuna.”

“tuna? why? “They say they are catching whales.”

“That’s good too.”

Seojin laughed even as he spoke.

Seojin gave Miller an extra fishing rod. I’m not sure if it means to relieve boredom or to work instead of play.

Miller quickly finished setting up his fishing gear. He lightly threw the fishing rod, and a wave appeared in the calm sea. The baited hook slowly went down to the bottom of the sea.

Miller and Seojin looked at the needle in silence. Then he remained silent forever.

Some time has passed since I escaped from the uninhabited island and started drifting in the sea. Ten days. Or maybe it was about 11 days.

Still, not a single boat was seen passing by. Likewise, there was no land in sight.

Day by day, precious time was passing by.

At night, I bundled up some kindling with the lighter I had saved and lit it.

A clumsy torch made without oil would go out quickly. However, I repeated this action periodically in the hope that someone would see the light.

Miller’s sleeping time gradually increased. He couldn’t bear the drowsiness that came with him.

Although there wasn’t much to do on the ship, Seojin naturally ended up doing most of the work.

Raise the sails and row the oars whenever you can.

Seojin quietly did his job.

If someone were to ask who the captain of this ship was, they would have to answer Seo Jin.

Meanwhile, Miller had another dream.

A dream about a plane crash.

It was a dream I had repeatedly these days.

Miller was sitting in his airplane seat. The people around me were just minding their own business. The cabin suddenly becomes cluttered. At that time, the captain’s in-flight announcement was heard.

– Passengers. This is David Reed, operating flight AC 2505. today···. The aircraft has lost control and is attempting an emergency landing… Please be prepared as unexpected situations may arise. This is a real situation.

But suddenly I thought it was strange.

David Reed.

For some reason, that name felt unfamiliar.

Miller realized that the dream he was having was a lucid dream.

If so, you can move as you wish here.

The plane began to shake violently. The fall had begun. Miller quickly began to search his pockets.

There was neither a wallet nor a passport in my pocket. There is no cell phone. But then I found a crumpled plane ticket in my shirt pocket.

Miller opened the plane ticket and read the contents.

The first thing I saw was the airline name.

Next is the number of passengers.

boarding time.

Boarding date.

And the flight number written at the end caught my eye.

.

.

.

AC 162

It didn’t feel good. I felt like I was getting motion sickness. Still, Miller remained focused.

‘This···.’

It was clearly different from the flight number that the captain had announced on the air a moment ago.

Miller’s ticket is AC 162

What the captain said was AC 2505

Then this plane…

‘This plane is not the one I boarded?’

at that time.

The strong turbulence was transmitted to my entire body. I looked to the side and saw a young man crouching over his body, shaking.

Next to the young man, an old woman could be seen fainting. After several attempts, Miller was able to put the mask on his grandmother.

The next person who caught my eye after the grandmother was Seojin.

Seojin did not grow up to be as dignified as he is now, but looked just like he did when he was 12 years old.

Miller tried to call Seo Jin. But no voice came out. You can’t do anything like this? It was so frustrating.

After a moment of confusion, Miller felt his breathing becoming heavier. Her breath caught. He is a little difficult. I want to breathe. Just once…

Whoa!-

Miller was breathing heavily. He could barely breathe. I can feel his head spinning.

Even in this dazed moment, Miller began to search his own pockets.

‘I need to check…’

A crumpled airplane ticket came out of the inside pocket. Miller opened the folded plane ticket with a trembling heart.

‘AC 162···.’

Miller immediately opened the guitar case next to Seojin. It was the middle of the night for Seojin, so she seemed to be sleeping comfortably.

‘I’ve seen it placed here before.’

As expected, Seojin’s plane ticket was found in the inside pocket of the case.

Seojin’s flight name was confirmed in that way…

It was AC 2505.

Miller looked at the two airline tickets for a long time.

And naturally, many memories came to mind.

What have you been misunderstanding until now?

Why do I need to get out of here quickly?

Even everything else.

Mark Miller looked at Seojin’s ticket, which had a boarding date 10 years later than his own.

I had to think a lot.

* * *

Time passed by inexorably.

Food was gone and there was not much water left.

Even storms, which frequently appear in desert island disaster movies, did not appear in this sea.

We were drying out in the middle of the sea with only blazing sunlight and no drop of rain.

Seojin lay dazed under the shadow of the sail. Next to him was Miller.

Miller was leaning against the wall of the ship, fiddling with his acoustic guitar. He carefully tuned the 5-string guitar and quickly created a beautiful melody.

Seojin did not even look at Miller, but spoke to him while looking at the sunlight visible from the side of the sail.

“Music even in this situation? “You’re amazing.”

“It looks plausible.”

“Which one?”

“I played music until I died. “You’ll be able to say that later.”

“That’s really…”

“Isn’t it cool?”

“yes. I’ll tell you it’s cool. “Actually, I was going to say that was crazy.”

“Thank you for that.”

“you’re welcome.”

Seojin, who was chuckling to himself as if he was laughing, forced himself to stand up.

“I want to try it too.”

“why. “Do you want to look cool too?”

“no. I’m just bored. At least we can’t die of boredom.”

This time Miller lets out a laugh.

After receiving the guitar from Miller, Seojin took a breath. And he soon started playing.

Even though the guitar was in terrible condition, it sounded pretty good.

Seojin’s hands, which he has already become accustomed to, automatically create the melody.

Miller just looked at that figure.

It seems like he will never forget.

He didn’t even blink.

Seojin continued to create lyrical melodies.

A single melody song with no special lyrics.

However, the song, full of sorrow, felt like a song without words.

Seojin did not stop playing.

Although I was careful that the already worn guitar strings might break,

I’m scared that everything will break when this song ends,

It was vaguely conveyed to Miller.

In the sweltering hot summer weather.

The trembling melody filled the space.

At that time, Seojin opened his mouth.

I started singing softly.

The blurred guitar playing was soon drowned out by Seojin’s voice.

Miller listened to the song and lyrics sung by Seojin.

Expressing gratitude for an eternal friend and thanking the teacher who helped you get through the difficult times that have passed.

His song that he would not stop sailing even in an empty sea resonated around him.

Tough world.

If you need company.

I won’t look for anyone, but I will think of you first.

Those lyrics.

Mark Miller seemed unlikely to be forgotten.

Seojin played the guitar endlessly. The performance that seemed like it would never stop eventually stopped.

Seojin seemed to have fallen asleep momentarily due to exhaustion from the heat.

Miller lightly stroked the sleeping Seojin’s head. And he got a guitar from him.

Miller then sang. He wrote a song.

As if today would never end.

Until dawn breaks.

I gave him the answer.

* * *

A huge container ship passing through the Strait of Malacca and entering the Myanmar Sea.

At the bow of the boat a man had a cigarette in his mouth.

Because it was late at night, it was hard to see clearly, but the man often looked at the sea like this. Because it was night, there were times when it was better.

Thump-thump-

The Zippo lighter he was holding caught fire very easily. Light the cigarette with a long breath.

Phew-

‘When will I return…’

Since he had a long way to go before the voyage, he felt like he was complaining for no reason.

But then.

“hmm?”

I could see a light flashing momentarily far out in the ocean.

The man rubbed his eyes several times, wondering if he had seen something wrong.

The light blinked again.

The man quickly got up. He ran to the ship’s railing and pressed his body against it. And he looked in the direction where the lights were twinkling.

What if the signal comes here again?

That was an SOS signal.

Even though the term was a little long, it didn’t matter.

‘Because artificially sent signals are more important.’

And after a while.

Blink.

The man ran straight toward the radio with a cigarette in his mouth. You have to check it first.

Isn’t there always something to do in this world? There’s something that’s causing a stir around here these days.

After the man finished reporting to the captain, he looked back at the direction where the light had blinked.

The man who had been dazed for a long time could not help but tilt his head.

Even though it was obviously an extremely long distance.

Because at first glance, I thought I could hear the sound of a guitar.

* * *

Embassy of the Republic of Korea in Singapore.

Even though it was quite late in the morning, people were moving around busily.

One of them was talking loudly on the phone.

“We found the last survivor of AC Flight 2505! And that’s in just 15 days! “Of course I’m talking about Han Seo-jin!”