A Musical Genius Who Plays Memories - Chapter 64

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Chapter 64. Rewrite (1)

 

“Hi there, Heeseong~!”

 

“Uncle Su-yeol?”

 

The person who appeared after opening the door was Hwang Su-yeol.

 

He was the person who would write lyrics for my ‘Blue Night’ instead of Aunt.

 

But wait, this is our house – how did he get in?

 

Aunt opened her mouth to solve my question.

 

“What, you came earlier than expected? Didn’t you say you were going to exercise?”

 

“I came early to see Heeseong. I met Ji-eun in front. She opened the door and left again.”

 

“No wonder the bell didn’t ring.”

 

When the large-framed Hwang Su-yeol entered the music studio, it felt stuffy.

 

I didn’t feel this way even when Father, Mother, and Aunt Sujin came in.

 

‘Wouldn’t it be hard if you have a lot of muscles?’

 

That thought occurred to me.

 

Hwang Su-yeol had muscles that would surprise anyone who saw them.

 

It seemed like the moment you got hit by that fist, he could cast magic to rearrange the position of bones in your body.

 

But for such a person to write lyrics – it was hard to believe.

 

I was a bit worried whether he might write delicate lyrics.

 

“Did you write the lyrics?”

 

“No?”

 

“…Then why did you come?”

 

“To see Heeseong. But I do have a plan…”

 

“Come out for a moment. Heeseong, will you wait here?”

 

“Huh? Oh…yes!”

 

The two people closed the music studio door and went out.

 

And exactly 30 seconds later, the two returned.

 

Hwang Su-yeol was in a respectful posture.

 

What on earth did they talk about for someone who had his chest wide open to end up like that?

 

I looked at Aunt Sujin’s hands for a moment.

 

I had the illusion that white smoke was rising from them.

 

Hwang Su-yeol said respectfully.

 

“I told you I had a plan…”

 

“What is it? Tell me.”

 

Aunt said with her arms crossed.

 

There wasn’t a hint of disorder in her appearance as she sat with her legs crossed.

 

The reason Aunt Sujin’s mood had gotten a bit worse was because of Hwang Su-yeol’s behavior as a worker.

 

She was angry because he hadn’t prepared.

 

That seemed to be all there was to it.

 

To Aunt, what Hwang Su-yeol was saying now would sound like excuses.

 

“I thought it would be good experience for Heeseong.”

 

“Experience?”

 

“Right! I thought writing lyrics would be good experience too! ‘Blue Night’ was composed by Heeseong.”

 

“Is that the same reason you didn’t write the lyrics?”

 

“Of course I had ideas. But this is Heeseong’s song. Even if I had written lyrics, I wanted to use words that Heeseong thought of, so I was going to ask!”

 

Hwang Su-yeol protested his innocence.

 

He started speaking gently at first, but at some point his emotions exploded and his voice grew louder.

 

It was a voice that matched his large frame.

 

But Aunt didn’t budge and said.

 

“You should have said so first.”

 

“Ugh!”

 

Aunt’s response seemed to frustrate Hwang Su-yeol.

 

His face turned red.

 

Is this how siblings talk to each other?

 

“That’s not what’s important right now.”

 

“You’re the one who brought it up!”

 

“You want Heeseong to write the lyrics, right?”

 

“…You’re just ignoring what I said. Sigh… Yes.”

 

“Hmm.”

 

Aunt began to think.

 

I wanted to ask what she was thinking about, but her presence was formidable.

 

There are people like that.

 

People you don’t want to disturb.

 

Aunt’s focused appearance was exactly like that.

 

At times like this, if I waited quietly, she would come up with an amazing answer.

 

‘Lyrics… I have no experience writing lyrics.’

 

Actually, it would be stranger if I did.

 

I mostly composed only piano-related pieces.

 

Of course, I had written orchestral pieces before too.

 

My role was tiny, but writing is writing.

 

‘Maybe lyrics just didn’t suit me?’

 

Thinking about it, there was a lot of music with lyrics in my previous life too.

 

There were operas and choral pieces had lyrics.

 

There was even a genre called art songs.

 

With suitable accompaniment, pleasant singing, and voice, most could be called songs.

 

There were also people who elevated poetry to music.

 

Like that fellow Schubert’s piece called “Erlkönig.”

 

Anyway, whatever it was, lyrics were truly difficult for me.

 

Whether novels or poetry, turning them into music was hard.

 

The very thing called ‘writing’ was difficult.

 

‘Maybe because I never learned properly.’

 

I was someone who had never even been to school.

 

I had only learned writing through crash courses and never had time to become familiar with it.

 

Though there’s no need for that now.

 

“Good!”

 

Aunt, finished with her thinking, answered with a bright smile.

 

“Whoa!”

 

Then she hugged me and left the music studio.

 

Aunt went straight to the dining table and sat me down in a chair.

 

Then she handed me paper and a pen from who knows where.

 

When I made a confused expression, Aunt kindly explained.

 

“How was the song we just heard? Compared to when Heeseong first made it?”

 

“Um… it didn’t change much!”

 

“Right? Like Heeseong said, Aunt didn’t touch it much. Because it’s a precious song my nephew made.”

 

“So you’re saying you mess around with other people’s songs?”

 

“Be quiet!”

 

Hwang Su-yeol, who had somehow come to sit next to me, got scolded.

 

It seemed like he had a disease where he’d die if he didn’t pick fights with Aunt.

 

But isn’t Hwang Su-yeol older?

 

“Now, as Uncle said earlier, this song is your song, Heeseong.”

 

“Is that so?”

 

“Of course! Naturally. Aunt just helped organize it.”

 

“But Aunt helped too….”

 

“When a painter paints, just because an assistant organized the paints doesn’t make it the assistant’s painting, right?”

 

Aunt smiled and patted my head.

 

I understood her meaning well.

 

Originally, I had planned to list both Aunt and myself as composers.

 

Since we made it together.

 

But she seemed to have no such intention at all, not even showing a hint of regret.

 

Aunt was firm.

 

“So Hee-seong just needs to work hard to complete the song.”

 

“…Okay!”

 

“Good. Now shall we try writing lyrics?”

 

“I’ll help with that.”

 

Hwang Su-yeol said.

 

The dejected look from being scolded by Aunt was gone, and a professional was sitting there.

 

He was wearing glasses that came from who knows where.

 

‘Does he have a magic pocket or something…?’

 

A certain animation came to mind.

 

I quietly took a deep breath and brought the pen to the paper.

 

At the same time, Hwang Su-yeol’s voice began to be heard.

 

“Now, what’s the important reason for lyrics?”

 

His question awakened my mind.

 

Lyrics.

 

Simply put, they’re a type of poetry.

 

Add accompaniment and voice to poetry, and that becomes song and opera.

 

‘This is difficult….’

 

Writing was a tool for conveying one’s thoughts.

 

Going further, it was what enabled one to create art.

 

“Conveying thoughts…?”

 

“Correct! You really are smart.”

 

“Hehe. Thank you!”

 

“Then lyrics would serve the same role, right?”

 

He continued his explanation.

 

Conveying thoughts through lyrics.

 

Speaking of the singer’s experiences and philosophy—that was the role of lyrics.

 

‘It would be easier to convey things than with just instruments!’

 

Whatever you wanted to convey, having lyrics made it much easier.

 

With only instruments, there were many things difficult to understand unless you were a musician.

 

Some things were hard to relate to as well.

 

But lyrics were different.

 

You could understand them instantly upon hearing.

 

What this person wanted to say, what they wanted to convey.

 

You could understand so easily.

 

So what I needed to do was transfer my thoughts into writing.

 

‘But how do I do that!’

 

When my expression became serious, Hwang Su-yeol sitting beside me said.

 

“You don’t need to think too deeply about it.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“Here, try picking up the pen first.”

 

I began to follow his words.

 

I gripped the long pen that didn’t fit my hand.

 

“Once you’re holding it, try writing down any words that come to mind on the paper.”

 

“Any words?”

 

“That’s right! Let’s try writing while listening to music.”

 

Aunt played music on her phone so I could concentrate.

 

The song I had composed and Aunt had refined was flowing out.

 

I took a deep breath and focused on the music.

 

Then I began arranging words randomly.

 

Night, streetlight, light, car.

 

I wrote recklessly.

 

The city scenery and even the sounds I could hear.

 

Phone ringing, flowing water, moon.

 

The city night was beautiful.

 

Trying to capture that beauty in writing seemed a bit easier than music.

 

I just relied on a single pen and began spreading out my thoughts freely.

 

The paper that had been empty began to fill up gradually.

 

‘Hmm, I think there’s nothing left now?’

 

Time passed like that.

 

Crooked letters were arranged neatly in rows.

 

I wondered if there had been this many words in my head.

 

As I was quietly marveling to myself, Hwang Su-yeol said.

 

“Are you done writing?”

 

“Yes! I’m done.”

 

“Good. Now let’s try assembling the words.”

 

“Assembling?”

 

“Yes. Those assembled words will become the lyrics.”

 

I caught onto Hwang Su-yeol’s intention.

 

What he had been doing was probably an act of consideration for young me.

 

Rather than writing recklessly, combining spread-out words would be more comfortable.

 

It would be easy to think of it as stacking blocks.

 

It was an interesting game where stacking scattered word blocks high would become lyrics.

 

‘Alright, let’s do this!’

 

I gripped the pen tightly again.

 

And began searching for words.

 

***

 

‘He writes better than I thought?’

 

Hwang Su-yeol didn’t show it, but he was inwardly surprised.

 

Since Hee-seong was young, he had expected the words to be simple too.

 

But that wasn’t the case at all.

 

First, he couldn’t help but be surprised by the number of words.

 

He had thought maybe 10 characters at most, but more than that had come out.

 

Half the paper was filled, and now it looked like he would fill the rest.

 

‘That aside, what kind of lyrics is he trying to write?’

 

Hee-seong’s music was really good.

 

He could tell because he had listened from beside him.

 

He had even scribbled down a few characters simply.

 

But no matter how much he listened, good lyrics wouldn’t come out.

 

So the conclusion he reached was to have Hee-seong write the lyrics himself.

 

‘Sometimes composers write better lyrics, after all.’

 

This was one of those cases.

 

Such a thought suddenly occurred to him.

 

If Heeseong was a child with exceptional talent in songwriting as well, it would be quite interesting.

 

‘At the company… No, that’s still too early.’

 

Hwang Su-yeol shook his head to dismiss the thought.

 

He decided against it since it would likely be too difficult for Heeseong.

 

He didn’t want to do that anyway, having been scolded by Hwang Su-jin recently.

 

He turned his gaze to look at Hwang Su-jin.

 

As expected, she was looking at Heeseong with eyes dripping with honey.

 

‘Is he really that adorable? Well, he is cute…’

 

Then the two of them made eye contact.

 

Hwang Su-jin’s expression instantly hardened as she mouthed silently.

 

-What.

 

-Nothing.

 

-Don’t think about that. You’ll really die, you know?

 

-No! I wasn’t thinking about it!

 

Hwang Su-yeol wanted to know who his younger sister took after to be so fierce.

 

Thanks to that, despite only being one year apart, he was struggling like this.

 

‘Would it be better to nurture him individually rather than through the company?’

 

Heeseong’s talent was that overwhelming.

 

Right now, it was even a little frightening.

 

He leaned forward, wanting to see the sentences Heeseong had written.

 

‘No way, what the…!’

 

He was dumbfounded.

 

The reason was in the sentences that Heeseong had written.

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