A Musical Genius Who Plays Memories - Chapter 100

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Chapter 100. Please (4)

A few days later, inside a cafe.

“Huh…”

Jeong Yeong-ho was trembling.

As soon as he heard the music, he expressed his gratitude and conveyed his desire to meet and talk.

It felt quite awkward to be leisurely sitting in a cafe when he would normally be looking for work.

He wondered if meeting someone for non-work purposes while wearing his precious clothes was such a nerve-wracking thing.

‘I should tell my story, right?’

That felt somewhat burdensome to him.

But he mustered up courage.

He had worked hard for the past 20 years.

But he had no experience having serious conversations with people.

After losing his beloved lover, he never made another lover.

He just worked.

That way, he completely forgot his father’s words too.

But he was grateful that at least Kim Eon-seung was by his side.

‘Will the interview run long?’

After the interview ended, he had already arranged to have a meal with Kim Eon-seung.

In case the interview ran long, he hurriedly gave Kim Eon-seung the cafe address.

“Ah, this battery.”

Was it because he failed to charge it last night?

His phone’s battery had completely died.

He had no choice but to leave his phone at the counter.

“Why am I sweating so much…”

Returning to his seat, he wiped the sweat pooled in his palms with tissue.

Despite the cold January weather, Jeong Yeong-ho kept breaking out in cold sweat from nervousness.

The tissues he used to wipe sweat kept piling up.

“Excuse me…”

Then someone spoke to him.

It was a man with an incredibly tall stature and broad shoulders.

“Are you by any chance Mr. Jeong Yeong-ho…?”

“Ah, yes! I’m Jeong Yeong-ho.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Hwang Su-yeol from Argo Music Works. My younger sibling is just putting luggage in the car and will be here soon.”

“Ah, yes. Then, shall we take a seat…?”

Jeong Yeong-ho’s gaze gradually dropped lower.

In his field of vision stood a bright-eyed and cute child.

The two made eye contact for a moment.

Bow.

“Hello!”

The child greeted first.

“Oh, ah, hello…”

Jeong Yeong-ho found himself returning the greeting without realizing it.

He made an expression showing he didn’t understand why such a young child was here.

Seeing that expression, Hwang Su-yeol spoke up.

“This is my close sibling’s child. The child is well-behaved, so won’t interfere with the interview.”

“That’s fine. More than that…”

Jeong Yeong-ho stared intently at the child’s face before speaking.

“How cute.”

“A cute child indeed.”

Jeong Yeong-ho realized he liked children.

He thought if he had gotten married, he might have had a child like this.

‘So cute.’

Jeong Yeong-ho thought this, and the three people took their seats.

“Ah, hello~!”

This time a woman’s voice was heard.

Jeong Yeong-ho turned his head.

A woman with incredibly beautiful features was standing there.

“Ah, hello…”

He trailed off.

Because.

‘I feel like I’ve seen her somewhere?’

The impression was too strong to dismiss as simple mistaken identity.

While Jeong Yeong-ho was racking his brain.

“Well then, shall we start now?”

The interview had already begun.

***

‘What an amazing person.’

I was quietly drinking the juice Aunt Sujin bought me.

I wanted to have a direct conversation, but it was disappointing that I couldn’t.

– You can’t have direct conversations.

Aunt Sujin didn’t want to reveal my existence to anyone.

Father felt the same way.

They spoke firmly about only showing me to people they could completely trust.

It wasn’t that I didn’t understand what she meant.

Honestly, I would have done the same.

If my child was exceptionally talented, would I let them have one-on-one conversations with complete strangers?

Absolutely not.

‘But I need to listen to the conversation directly.’

More precisely, I was curious about that person, Jeong Yeong-ho’s story.

And there were no lies in the story he sent.

His voice was already exhausted.

The way he struggled to tell each part of his story was quite pitiful.

I felt sorry for him.

‘I’m really grateful you’ve endured until now.’

In his life of continuous loss, could my song have been a comfort?

When I had that thought, Jeong Yeong-ho answered.

“So as soon as I heard the music, I remembered something I had forgotten.”

Uncle Sooyeol asked what that was.

“It was something my father used to say. He told me not to tell anyone what was inside me.”

“I see. So that’s why you didn’t talk to other people?”

“That wasn’t it. He said something else to me.”

“Oh? What did he say?”

“About trustworthy people. He told me to trust people who would let me speak what’s inside me, and who would nag me to talk.”

People can’t easily open up about their stories.

Because it feels like entrusting their lifelong worries to others, making them feel sorry.

But this was my case.

Jeong Yeong-ho’s case was completely different.

‘He was deceived by others, so he won’t open his heart.’

There are people like that.

People who trusted others only to be deceived, and can no longer trust people.

I’ve seen such a person.

In the past.

This story can be told someday.

For now, let’s focus on the person in front of me.

“So I was grateful to my friend and asked him to have a meal together today.”

“Haha, that’s nice. You really have a good friend.”

“Of course, thank you for turning my story into such good music. Really… it was truly a great comfort.”

“Not at all. We’re more grateful that you had the courage to send us your story!”

“Thanks to you, I have the courage to work. Thank you so much.”

“Come to think of it, you said you were laid off recently?”

Jeong Yeong-ho gladly told that story.

The reason why he was fired.

“It was just office politics. I was just teaching a new employee earnestly…”

“Ah…”

“Don’t tell me…”

“Yes, it was just jealousy. I work in the accounting department, and they treated me like a thief and bullied me, haha.”

People are indeed cunning.

They almost ruined one person’s life because they couldn’t separate public and private matters.

But apart from that, there was something I felt.

‘His voice seems bright?’

I thought that perhaps this way of speaking was Jeong Yeong-ho’s original manner of speech.

Because he spoke about memories that could be painful while laughing like that.

Of course, discomfort was revealed in his expression.

Even so, he continued speaking without stopping.

“I see… That must have been difficult.”

“I’m overcoming it. Thanks to you.”

“You said you worked in the accounting department?”

“Ah, yes. After graduating from university, I worked at many companies here and there. But now that I’m older, they won’t even hire me.”

“Hmm…”

Uncle Sooyeol was pondering something.

I left Uncle Sooyeol behind and raised my hand high.

“Me!”

“Huh? Heeseong, what’s wrong?”

The gazes of the three people poured onto me.

I could see bewilderment settling in Aunt Sujin’s eyes at my sudden action.

I didn’t mind and continued what I was going to do.

“How did you feel when you heard the song?”

“Well… of course it was the best. I don’t know much about music, but I could tell it was comforting.”

“Hehe, of course.”

“Huh?”

“Would you give it a title?”

“Yes! The person who composed this song can’t decide on a title! So please decide for him!”

I thought that only composers could decide the titles of songs.

But seeing Jeong Yeong-ho in front of me, my thoughts changed.

This person had lived desperately.

He had survived struggling without giving up and endured until now.

I was grateful for that.

Because that person’s courage and determination were revealed in his story.

That’s why I wanted to have a direct conversation.

But just as I was about to feel disappointed that I couldn’t do so.

I thought the first and last question wouldn’t be bad.

‘This is a gift I’m giving. Gratitude for telling a story that could produce a good song.’

I could see that Jeong Yeong-ho was flustered by my question.

Not only that, but the other people were the same.

“That child is still…”

“Is it okay for me, for me to give it a title? I feel like this shouldn’t be done carelessly…”

Jeong Yeong-ho hesitated.

Aunt Sujin held onto me while looking at him.

Silence lingered between us for a moment.

Just as I was about to say something.

“It’s okay.”

Aunt Sujin said.

Her voice was bright.

It could be said to be the brightest voice I had heard so far.

“He’ll gladly allow it.”

“Then…”

He pondered deeply.

He sat firmly like a pine tree and continued to think.

His changing expressions in between showed that Jeong Yeong-ho wasn’t thinking as a joke.

He was serious now.

“The title…”

He finally opened his mouth.

The long contemplation was over, and I wondered what wonderful title he would tell us.

“Would it be okay to give it the title ‘Please’?”

We who heard the answer also responded.

“Yes!”

“That’s good!”

It was a wonderful title.

I thought there was no title more fitting for the song I composed.

The momentarily heated atmosphere calmed down.

In that gap, Uncle Sooyeol, who had been pondering something earlier, opened his mouth.

“Ah, and may I ask one more thing?”

“Of course.”

“You’re still looking for a company, right?”

“That’s right. I was trying to find even a part-time job, but it’s not going well.”

“Would you like to work at our company…”

Uncle Sooyeol started to speak but stopped.

The reason was because of Aunt Sujin, who had suddenly frozen in her seat.

She was staring at one place.

I followed Aunt Sujin’s gaze, and there was.

“…Sujin?”

Kim Eon-seung standing there, equally frozen.

“Do you two know each other?”

Jeong Yeong-ho asked, but there was no answer between the two people.

What’s going on here.

***

Thud thud.

In the hallway of a studio.

“Isn’t there a decent composer?”

“Yes… Director.”

“Damn it. What was that previous guy so dissatisfied about that he suddenly ran off?”

Film director Damian answered while roughly tousling his hair.

He was known to be an extremely meticulous person in the film industry.

For the quality of his films, he preferred direct expression instead of CG.

That’s why he would spend months building sets and even do farming.

His meticulousness also showed in his music work.

“Music is important for this film.”

“I know that too, Director… That’s why 5 people ran away in the middle.”

“Why?”

“Why do you think? Should I tell you your requirements directly?”

“Go ahead.”

Ahem.

Damian’s student cleared his throat and spoke.

“The tender yet desperate and simultaneously hotly burning atmosphere of lovers who came to play at May Seaside where sunlight shatters and waves ripple. As if describing the desperate plea of an elderly couple…”

The student continued without rest for over 5 minutes.

“…somewhere between summer and winter…”

It had been over 5 minutes and still wasn’t finished.

“…wants an orchestra sound. Haah, huff…”

“So you’re saying that’s difficult.”

“It’s insanely difficult!”

“Why is this? Just do it.”

“Sigh.”

As the two were walking through the studio hallway to check the editing status.

Dum-♩

The deep sound of a cello echoed in the hallway.

“Wait.”

Damian was captivated by that sound.

Bang!

He violently opened the door of a music studio.

“Aah! D-Director?”

The staff member, startled by Damian’s sudden appearance, made a hamster-like expression.

“Hey, what’s that music?”

In his view was some NewTube video.

A NewTube video full of words he’d never seen before in his life.

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