The Healing Life of a Music Genius - Chapter 9



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9 way

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When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar white ceiling, like the beginning of a novel.

A steady beep-beep-beep sound is also heard.

I felt a cool breeze as if I had opened the window. The navy blue curtains are fluttering like a skirt. A light breeze that doesn’t feel salty. The lukewarm air was blown straight into my face.

There were a lot of strange things hanging from my arms. nameplate. Paper Band-Aid. Someone also scribbled it with magic. There are also things that look like injection lines attached. I just looked at it and it was just like that. The injection line seemed to be as I expected.

I forced myself to sit up. In an instant, I had a headache. It is a pain beyond imagination.

‘More than that…’

Where am I? Am I lying in bed right now?

With many questions in mind, I unconsciously stepped towards the floor.

But that was a mistake.

The line of the injection stuck in my arm suddenly came off and I fell straight to the floor. Something felt strange. why? The strange feeling of discomfort made me feel worse than the pain from the fall.

I hear the sound of someone opening the door. The sound of urgent footsteps. Finally, a voice was heard.

“Hey! Are you okay! When did it happen? I need to find a teacher… no. Let’s get up first! Can you just move to the bed? “You can do it, right?”

“······.”

“oh! Now that I think about it, I guess I can’t speak English. Look at my mind! therefore···. First of all, give me your arm… uh···. There···. It has arms, right? eight? “Isn’t it your arm?”

He is a person who appears to be out of his mind.

I responded to her.

“Even though the accent was unique, I understood everything. “I can speak English.”

“uh···?”

“Could you please help me? “Please hold my arm.”

“ah! eight! Yes, that’s right!”

With her help, I was barely able to sit up on the bed. She touched my arms and legs here and there. The figure somehow seemed to be examining my condition.

Ring the bed bell. Clean up the fallen injection line. Run out and look for people. You really look like you’re out of your mind.

Only then did I look around the room. I saw chairs, desks, and storage cabinets scattered about.

Among them, the mirror attached to the small dressing table caught my eye.

‘···child?’

My younger self, who had just boarded a plane to Singapore, looks at me. When I raise my hand, I raise my hand as well. When I touch my face, I touch my face as well. Like a doppelgänger, the child in the hospital uniform imitated me.

Then the door opened again. There were a lot of people this time. About 10 people. Among them, a middle-aged man standing in the middle asked me a question.

Everything is confusing.

“I heard you can speak English. Is that right?”

“ah···. yes.”

“I’m glad. Then he will ask you a few questions, so you can tell him whatever comes to mind. First, what is your name?”

“It’s Han Seo-jin…”

“Age is?”

“however···. “What are you doing here now?”

“I’m just checking on you. What is today’s date? Or can you tell the seasons?”

“I don’t know the date… The season must be summer.”

“Then what is the first thing that comes to mind among the things that happened before you woke up? “Anything is fine.”

“······.”

“Something like the last sight I saw. Like the meal menu I ate. “You can speak comfortably.”

“What I ate was dried fish…”

“when?”

“······.”

“I don’t remember when. hmm.”

“······.”

I looked around again. A group of people dressed in white robes look at me. Swish swish. Each person writes down something.

The name tag of the person asking me the question, who seemed to be the representative one among them, caught my eye.

Jang Loong, MD, Ph.D.

Singapore General Hospital

‘If it’s MD, Ph.D….’

“doctor?”

Suddenly, goosebumps appeared all over my body.

It felt like my head had been hit by a hammer.

The empty space in my memory seemed to be filled in an instant.

We succeeded in escaping.

We succeeded in escaping through that vast ocean.

really!

“Do you remember your parents’ names? “Brothers and friends are good too.”

The doctor continued to talk annoyingly without giving me time to express my admiration.

I decided to ask about something much more important than that.

“What about Uncle Miller?”

“huh?”

“So Mark Miller, the guy who was in the same boat as me.”

“···Who are you saying?”

“Mark Miller. White man in his late 40s. “He must have been next to me.”

“······.”

The doctors suddenly start whispering among themselves about me.

No, what on earth are you doing?

The moment I was about to argue, the doctor spoke first.

“Do you have any memories of an airplane accident?”

I ended up getting annoyed by that shameless display.

“yes. yes. yes. I remember everything exactly. You’re talking about AC 2505, driven by Captain David Reed. Flight from Korea to Singapore. It crashed. “I was on that plane, don’t you know?”

“······.”

“So, please answer my question first. Mark Miller. Is he here in the hospital too? You were rescued together with me, right? “It’s not like I missed him or anything like that.”

“······.”

“hey. teacher?”

“······.”

The doctor doesn’t answer and takes a sigh. He started giving me strange explanations.

“For your information, all passengers on AC flight 2505 survived.”

“Then Mark Miller…”

“no. “The last survivor among them was Han Seo-jin.”

“yes?”

All the passengers on the plane survived and I am the last survivor?

What strange sound is that?

Perhaps because I had doubts or because he was trying to make me understand, the doctor continued his explanation.

“For your information, all the passengers involved in this plane accident are hospitalized in this hospital. A total of 250 passengers were on board, with 6 crew members, 1 captain, and 1 co-pilot. I am a dedicated doctor who monitors the conditions of those 258 people. “There is no one named Mark Miller among them.”

“······.”

“For your information, it is also natural for a major accident like this to cause trauma due to mental shock. So don’t worry too much. “Let’s gradually resolve the issue of Han Seo-jin.”

“······.”

I held back and held on until I ended up yelling.

And for quite some time.

* * *

Perhaps because of my anger, they showed me a list of survivors.

I read through the list without missing a single word.

but.

‘how is it. There’s no one named Mark Miller, is there?’

‘······.’

‘It might be better to face it like this. So I showed it to Seojin on purpose. We’ll talk about the details tomorrow and take a good rest today. Stability is the most important thing now. ‘You know.’

‘······.’

As they say, I couldn’t find the person I wanted.

I had a hard time understanding this situation at all.

Not only was Uncle Miller’s problem, but my current self was also a problem.

I remained the same 12-year-old I was at the time of the accident. My height, which was quite tall, had shrunk, and there was no trace of my tanned skin.

Should we say we have gone back to the past?

Should I say that I never got older from the beginning?

Truly unbelievable things were happening.

When the doctor asked my age, I answered that I was 15, which led to a brief flirtation.

Everyone looked surprised. The doctor repeatedly told me to rest and that we would talk about this tomorrow.

From what I heard later, it seems like I was rescued 15 days after the plane accident.

15th.

The time spent on the uninhabited island was 3 years.

There was definitely a gap in my time.

While I was figuring out these facts one by one, I got a call from my parents. People who cry loudly when they hear my voice. I could barely control my overflowing emotions. How long has this been the voice of my parents? How long…

My parents said they are now joining the Malaysian rescue team. He said he would come to Singapore as soon as a seat on the plane became available.

Some people from the Korean embassy even came to see me. The public seems to be making quite a fuss about me being rescued after ‘15 days’. They are trying to calm the media as much as possible, but they have been advised not to leave the hospital.

I was sitting in the hospital bed thinking about many things.

I looked at the clock and it was 9 am.

Without realizing it, I took my eyes off the tick-tick ticking second hand.

‘This is the first watch I’ve seen in a while…’

I don’t know. Everything was confusing. I couldn’t help it. My last three years are being denied. There was no way all of this could be easily understood.

I had a nurse in full charge. When I look at him, he smiles. She was the first person I saw when I woke up in the hospital.

“I’m bored? “Do you want your sister to play with you?”

“no.”

“why? This sister is bored. Should I do something? Umm. “Do you have any favorite games?”

“game···. “This?”

“huh. I was wondering if you like puzzle games or something like that. What can we do together? “Would you like my sister to look for it?”

“······.”

ah!

A thought occurred to me in an instant. I’ve been on a deserted island for too long. So I couldn’t think of it right away.

The smartphone that the nurse sister was fiddling with.

With that, I could look up anything on the Internet.

I asked her for a favor.

“Can I borrow your phone for a moment?”

The nurse handed me the smartphone so easily. He never forgets to use it comfortably.

I said thank you and went to the search site first.

My hands were shaking a little, but it didn’t matter.

Because there was only one thing to search for here.

Mark Millar

There is a record about him.

I touched the first item without hesitation.

Photo and brief biography of Mark Miller.

Detailed items appear below it.

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Mark Miller started playing the piano at the age of 5 and was taught by several famous professors at the Hatowice Conservatory. He was mentioned as a strong candidate to win the 13th Chopin Piano Competition, but gave up the competition due to wrist tenosynovitis. He gives up his dream of becoming a pianist.

(syncopation)

Unable to succeed as a pianist, he entered Berklee College of Music. He begins studying composition again.

Mark Miller, who was mainly active in LA and New York, was not a composer who received much attention. However, several songs he composed in his later years were rediscovered after his death and became very popular.

In particular, ⌜Live forever⌟, which ranked first on the Billboard HOT 100, is still consistently loved by listeners. ⌜Live forever⌟, which achieved a record of being number one for 24 consecutive weeks and swept all the awards of the year, has been honored by many singers by releasing remake songs to this day.

Mark Miller died in a plane accident at the age of 47 while on his way to Singapore for a performance rehearsal. Everyone on the plane at the time died, and since then, all airlines have strengthened safety training…

I stopped reading. With trembling hands, I put my smartphone down on the table and looked blankly out the window.

My reality and the reality other than mine were complicatedly tangled.

Uncle Miller died 10 years ago.

I stayed on a desert island with him for three years.

But only 15 days had passed in this world.

That’s all I found out.

’10 years ago…’

In short, it was revealed that Uncle Miller had been in a plane accident when I was 2 years old.

So does that mean everything I remember is an illusion?

Are these false memories caused by trauma, as doctors suspect?

well···.

The memories of the past three years were too clear for that to be the case.

What about the English I speak fluently now?

What about the knowledge in my head that Uncle Miller taught me?

All memories from a desert island are fake?

It will never be as much as that.

I wanted to find evidence.

I asked the nurse.

“if···. “Can I see the belongings I originally had?”

“huh? When you arrived here at the hospital, you didn’t have anything worth belonging to. “It was all about the clothes I was wearing.”

“What about other cases?”

“There was nothing like that. If you have any questions, I think you should ask the people who rescued you. “He’s not here right now.”

“Then can I see the clothes I wore first?”

“That’s enough.”

The nurse got up and opened the closet as if it wasn’t a difficult task. He takes out a paper box that was lying under the closet and holds it out to me.

I opened the lid of the box and found a set of worn-out clothes.

I searched each pocket of my clothes.

‘I guess there’s nothing…’

Just a moment to worry.

I found two crumpled papers inside my shirt pocket.

Suddenly, I felt like I knew something, and without realizing it, I smiled bitterly.

‘I definitely put mine in the guitar case.’

I slowly unfolded the two pieces of paper.

One was a ticket with the flight number AC2505 and the name Han Seo-jin written on it.

And the other one.

“AC 162. Mark Miller…”

It was an airline ticket with his name on it, which clearly existed.

There was small writing on the back of Mr. Miller’s airline ticket, which was so old that it had faded.

Relatively clear.

– To my eternal friend Seojin. Hoping that a brilliant path will open in the future. –

Called.