Beethoven Reborn - Episode 29
Beethoven Reborn Episode 029
8. 6Sal, first friend(5)
Break time.
“Dobin, where do you live??”
“me? Uneun-dong.”
Girls came rushing in and I was in a bit of a hurry, but I was surrounded without even being able to go to the bathroom..
Some of them asked me where I lived, and when I answered, they seemed to have no idea..
Well, it took quite a while to get there by car, so I thought you might not know if you live here..
“Then live in an apartment?”
“no. house.”
“house? amazing. Then there is a garden too.?”
“There is, but it’s narrow..”
“Then you have your own room too.?”
“doesn't exist.”
“no way.”
I don't know what these people are and they are conducting a census of my family, but my mother has repeatedly told me to be kind to girls..
I had no choice but to answer the question when the eight-year-old boy who had spoken to me earlier approached me..
“tooth. What kind of house is that? Be honest. Those clothes aren't a brand either.?”
‘What does it mean that clothes are not brands??’
I don't know his intentions.
I thought I was getting used to modern Korea, but it seems that wasn't the case..
I also slightly understood that my mother and father were worried about me..
I still couldn't understand why they were curious about where I lived or why they wanted me to be honest about what I was wearing..
I wondered if this was important enough to ask me to be honest, so I answered first..
“huh. I bought it at the market.”
“Foot. look. I asked him what he was good at, but he didn't answer. I lied and said I live in a house too..”
“You're a liar?”
“They say you're a liar. They say you're a liar.〜”
Are they fighting me now??
It was ridiculous that young children were taught only bad things and bothered people..
Rather than dealing with these little guys, I think it would be better to go to the bathroom and play the recorder I learned earlier a few more times..
“stop. You shouldn't do that to a friend who came for the first time today..”
With that thought in mind, I was about to stand up, when I heard a sonorous voice..
When I turned my head, I saw that this seven-year-old boy I had told you about earlier was Choi Ji-hoon..
Choi Ji-hoon came this way and held out his hand to me..
“I'm Jihoon Choi. Seven years old. Please take care of me.”
Why is he suddenly doing this again??
“Jihoon is cool.”
“Jihoon is right. Why are you saying something to cute Dobin??”
What was surprising was that when Choi Ji-hoon greeted me, some of the kids who had been quiet until then came forward and started defending me..
‘They said he was a gifted child. I don't think so?’
I don't know if this is the mindset of an ordinary 'gifted child', but I could tell that it was more annoying than a regular kindergarten..
First of all, I was in a hurry to go to the bathroom, so I roughly grabbed Choi Ji-hoon's outstretched hand and shook it..
“okay. But where is the bathroom??”
“uh? uh… … It's on the left when you go out..”
“thanks.”
As I made my way through the crowd of children and came out of the classroom, there was indeed a sign for a restroom on the left..
Young bodies have weak bladders..
* * *
dinner time.
“Dobin, how was the academy??”
“It was fun.”
“What did you do at the academy??”
“I learned to play the recorder. It's simple, but I can't make the sound properly yet. But I think I'll be able to do well soon.”
“Have you made a friend??”
After thinking for a moment, I shook my head..
“Wouldn’t it be fun to talk about music with my music friends??”
As my mother spoke, I reminisced about the time I spent with my old music friends and Ryoichi Sakamoto..
It was definitely a happy memory, and although I didn't run my nose, considering the level of children at the academy, I thought it would be impossible..
“I think that would be difficult.”
Suddenly, I felt like my mother would be sad again if I told her that she wouldn't understand what I was saying or that our level was different. So she fulfilled her mother's wishes without saying anything.
I decided to listen..
“no. I'll try it.”
“okay. thank god. Come on, eat this too..”
filth.
The fried eggs my mother makes have exquisitely cooked yolks..
* * *
Lunch hour.
Yesterday, my mother said something, so I talked to the girl sitting next to me..
“What musician do you like?”
“ me?”
I nod, think for a moment, then clap my hands..
“I like Eugene Kim.”
“Eugene Kim?”
“huh. He's a guy who plays the electric violin, don't you know? It's so cool.”
“electronic violin?”
I showed interest by saying something I had never heard of before, and the girl took out her cell phone and searched for something..
‘The kid also has a cell phone..’
As I waited in wonder, he gave me an ear phone and put it in my ear..
The cell phone screen the kid showed me showed a young man holding a violin..
And a shocking sound is heard.
I was in shock for about 5 minutes..
There has never been a performer who has surprised me so much, at least not since he was born again..
I listened to quite a lot of recorded music and met geniuses like Seunghee Lee..
A tone I've never heard before.
A person who conveys emotions with such skill that it seems as if they are hitting the heart..
The only regret was that the sound quality was not that good..
“how is it? It's good?”
“huh. really good.”
“tooth. You said you do music, doesn’t Eugene Kim know? how did you get in here?”
“Even though I have no money.”
“I can't even play the recorder well.”
I don't know why, but there are people who have strangely been picking on me since yesterday..
The seven-year-old boy who spoke to me first seemed to be the instigator, but I ignored him because he was annoying..
“Why do you keep doing this to Dobin??”
“what? If you stay with him, your level will drop too, right? get off quickly.”
Kids these days have no idea how they grew up to become so crooked from a young age..
My parents are here, so I don't have to starve. This is not a world where there are brothers who get sick and die young..
a few days later.
As the days go by, children become more childish..
They started talking about how my clothes were cheap, that I was lying, and that I didn't even know what music was popular these days..
Aside from that, I quite liked this place..
I especially liked the fact that at least when I laid out the staff paper and wrote or edited a song, there was no stopping me from doing so..
But it seems not today.
“What are you doing? Just drawing notes on a subject that you don't even know about music doesn't make it music.!”
An eight-year-old boy (I think I heard his name, but I can't remember) and a few others came and were a nuisance..
“Whoosh. Whoosh.”
He waved his hand and told me to go away and play, and while I was revising a new piano sonata, he took my sheet music away..
“Give it to me.”
“Leave it alone〜”
“Hee hee hee.”
I was getting irritated by the annoying behavior that had been going on for several days and the rude behavior of even taking away music, so I thought about putting my fist in that guy's mouth..
I consoled myself by saying, “I have to endure it as an adult.”.
“I can't quit?”
It was then.
Jihoon Choi stood behind the annoying kid and grabbed my sheet music..
Then to the confused guy
shouted.
“If you keep doing that, I'm going to tell my dad.!”
“Yeah, but.”
“Do you know who my dad is? If you don't want to get scolded, stop harassing Dobin.!”
“Ah Okay.”
While I was watching the children's skit, Jihoon Choi handed me the sheet music and opened his mouth..
“ are you okay?”
“huh.”
“Is this your sheet music? I can see it too?”
He's a bright guy, so there's no problem just showing him off..
“look.”
“thank you.”
Choi Ji-hoon, who looked like a rich boy, quietly sat down next to me and immediately burst into admiration..
“Wow, you memorized all of this.?”
It's my song, so it's true that I memorize it..
"huh."
“amazing. I can't memorize and copy this much material. You have a really good memory.?”
“copy?”
“This is what I wrote down.?”
“What are you talking about?”
“……No way, this is the song you made?”
“then?”
I thought he was normal, but he says strange things..
‘No, that's not it either.’
At this kid's level, it must be unimaginable to create a song like this..
Then, I think you can think of it that way, but Jihoon Choi took turns looking at the score with me and laughed..
“you are amazing One year younger than me.”
“huh. I'm amazing.”
“I know. Is there something else you’re good at??”
“piano and violin.”
“really? But why are you here? I've never been to a competition or anything like that.?”
“Why go to the competition?”
“give me money?”
“Ah, yes! But it feels good when you go to a competition and come in first place. People around me praise me.”
“Compliments come from people who listen to my songs. But how much money do you pay??”
“Kindergarten: about 1 million won?”
“Little.”
After that, I talked to Choi Ji-hoon about various things..
It wasn't a story about music, but there were definitely a lot of things worth hearing while talking with this guy..
Information about famous domestic competitions, how much prize money you can receive through them (although Choi Ji-hoon didn't seem to know much about this because he didn't have a sense of money yet), or even stories about famous musicians in Korea..
After talking for a while, Choi Ji-hoon stood up..
“Dobin, shall we go play the piano??”
“There's a piano?”
“huh. It's in the room at the end of the hallway. let's go.”
Wherever Choi Ji-hoon went, there was a piano that looked like it..
Unlike a year ago, my body was quite large, and I felt like I could hit it awkwardly if I just got my posture right..
Choi Ji-hoon, who is a year older than me, was quite different from me in height, but when he sat on the piano chair, his posture was quite good..
♪♫♬
Choi Ji-hoon's piano playing skills were clearly superior to those of his age..
Even for a child who learned music early, it would be difficult to reach this level, but it looks like he practiced a lot..
but.
“how?”
“You play well.”
“Now you want to give it a try?”
I nodded and climbed into the chair..
It's a little uncomfortable, but I can handle it now..
Since your arm length is short, you can play songs with a narrow range of sounds..
I started playing Schubert's Sonata No. 19 in A flat major, which I had heard over and over again..
I wish we had met a little sooner.
I recalled the young genius I met near the end of my last life, and began to draw the beautiful melody he left behind..
After finishing the performance and enjoying the afterglow, Choi Ji-hoon came down from the chair and was left blankly with his mouth open..
“what's the matter?”
“you… … You play the piano really well.”
“huh. I hit it well.”
To say the obvious.
“Have you learned piano since you were young? Oh, no. It still looks uncomfortable, but it must have been harder in the past..”
“My arms and hands were short.”
Waist and legs too.
“..ha.”
Choi Ji-hoon suddenly sat down. Then he suddenly started crying..
I was a little surprised by the sudden situation..
‘Why is this happening all of a sudden??’
“what. what's the matter? I was frustrated by the overwhelming difference in skill.?”
“Wow!!”
How long has it been??
Choi Ji-hoon seemed to have calmed down a bit, but he wiped away his tears and opened his mouth..
“Oh, I'm sorry.”
“not really.”
“There really was a genius.”
“Yes.”
After a moment of silence, Jihoon Choi chuckled and then expressed admiration. That sonorous voice seemed to have subsided a little..
“huh. It really was. amazing, you.”
“ cancer.”
“ cancer?”
“That means so.”
Jihoon Choi looked at me strangely for a moment and then began to reveal his true feelings..
“My dad is rich, and he really likes the fact that I play the piano well..”
I just listened.
I don't know why such a young child is having a hard time, but I thought there must be something going on..
Also, I think it's true that he was frustrated because of the big difference in level with me..
“Because you praise me. Since he liked it, I kept practicing and before I knew it, people around me were calling me a genius. I had to try. Because if I don’t do well, Dad will be disappointed. My dad, I’m so scared.?”
It was a story I had heard many times before..
“So, I was just practicing, but I thought I shouldn't show that I practiced. Because I'm a genius. If I happened to be caught practicing, I would lie and say I was just having fun. Then I became an even greater genius..”
“I just wanted to say.”
I paused between Choi Ji-hoon’s words and then opened my mouth..
“I once tried to break the piano.”
“what? really?”
“huh. I got so angry just looking at it that I tried to destroy it..”
“……I don't like the piano?”
“i like you.”
“huh?”
“Then you don't like music?”
“……no, i like it.”
“Then you can do it. Because I like it. It can't be helped. That's what being a musician is like.”
“……huh.”
After spending so much time with Choi Ji-hoon and returning to class, the academy instructor Lee Yi-jin, who was worried because he thought Choi Ji-hoon and I were gone, asked where we had gone..
Then in the hallway for a while.
We had to stand side by side.
Choi Ji-hoon and I talked a lot while standing in the hallway..
why do i compose music.
Because what springs from my heart must come out into the world..
i compose a song.
-Ludwig van Wetthofen
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