A Musical Genius Who Plays Memories - Chapter 93

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Chapter 93. New Future (6)

“Father! Faaatherrrr!!”

“Heeseong, be careful!”

As soon as I arrived home, I went into the music studio to find Father.

I wanted to tell Father about the idea I had come up with.

Bang!

I threw open Father’s studio door so forcefully that it echoed throughout the entire house.

“What a surprise! Hee, Heeseong, what’s wrong…?”

Father said, bringing both hands to his chest.

But I didn’t care whether Father was startled or not.

Right now, I just wanted to tell Father what was in my head.

“Father! I had a good idea!”

“What kind of idea did my son come up with to make you act like this?”

Father lifted me up and sat me on his lap.

The familiar scent of Father’s body, which always gave me a warm feeling, made my worries instantly subside.

As soon as I sat on his lap, I started explaining.

“Let’s collect stories from people!”

“Stories…?”

Father tilted his head.

Before he could say anything else, I continued speaking first.

“Today on the way to preschool with the principal, I listened to the radio!”

“So you heard stories there.”

“That’s right!”

“Seeing how Heeseong is talking like this…”

Father stroked his chin.

“Hmm.”

Then he started thinking.

I decided to wait until what I was thinking came out of Father’s mouth.

If it was Father, he would quickly figure out my plan with just a little thought.

And my prediction wasn’t wrong at all.

“You’re thinking of composing music based on stories?”

“Yes, that’s right!”

“Hmm…”

Father seemed to be thinking deeply.

Honestly, I would probably do the same.

It would be strange if he wasn’t confused when his son suddenly said something like that.

“Then, let’s talk to Aunt Sujin.”

“Huh?”

“It sounds interesting.”

“Great!”

That’s my father for you.

His ability to immediately grasp my intention and take action to talk to Aunt Sujin was remarkable.

“But before that, go wash your hands and feet first.”

“Yes!”

After saying that, I hurriedly ran to the bathroom.

But until I fell asleep that night.

No talk about stories was brought up at all.

***

– Hello?

“Oh, sis.”

Late at night.

Yoon Young-hoon called Hwang Su-jin, who was probably racking her brains.

From the other end of the phone came a voice that anyone could tell was exhausted from fatigue.

Yoon Young-hoon asked with concern.

“Are you okay, sis? You’re not overworking yourself, are you?”

– I’m not okay… I’m getting old, so staying up all night is hard now.

“Why are you staying up all night! It’s not like you’re particularly busy right now!”

– No…

Hwang Su-jin’s voice was as aged as a sickly chicken.

Yoon Young-hoon couldn’t understand why Hwang Su-jin, who was over 40, was pushing herself this hard.

Things weren’t that busy right now.

‘Is it because of Heeseong…?’

‘But we don’t know when Sasinhyeok might become active again.’

In his mind, Sasinhyeok’s existence had transformed into fear itself.

Something he didn’t want to approach or face – fear itself.

He still couldn’t forget the image of the man in the black suit he encountered at the competition venue.

– We have to work hard for Heeseong to shine.

“Heeseong is important, but you need to take care of yourself first, sis.”

– So you’re not denying that Heeseong will shine?

“I’m also thinking about what Heeseong can do.”

As Yoon Young-hoon said this, he recalled what Heeseong had said after coming home from preschool.

‘Stories…’

Turning other people’s stories into music.

That was a difficult task.

There were various reasons, but Yoon Young-hoon personally thought composition was the hardest part.

The core axis that structures something.

Emotions or scenery, or even other elements beyond that.

He belonged to the category of people who weren’t good at finding that center.

“So, Heeseong said something to me today? Want to hear it?”

– Heeseong did? Then of course I should hear it.

“He said we should collect stories like on the radio.”

– Stories? Hmm…

“What do you think about it, sis?”

– Well. I’m not really sure…

“Huh? What do we do if you don’t know!”

– I don’t know everything either. I’m a person who makes music, you know? But!

“But what.”

– My brother would know well. Wait a moment.

Hwang Su-jin said this and disappeared for a moment.

However.

– Brother!

Her booming voice came through the speaker.

It seemed like she was waking up Hwang Su-yeol who had been sleeping.

– Uh… What is it… Is it Young-hoon.【/</p】

“Sorry, it seems like you woke up because of me.”

– No, no. What did Heeseong say? Last time he said he wanted to join the company.

Yoon Young-hoon explained the same thing he had told Hwang Su-jin all over again.

– Hmm?

The more the explanation continued, the more varied Hwang Su-yeol’s reactions became.

It was a reaction showing great interest.

As soon as Yoon Young-hoon’s explanation ended, Hwang Su-yeol spoke up.

– Let’s talk about the disadvantages first, shall we?

“Disadvantages? What are they?”

– Stories from unspecified masses will come in. That means weird people will also be attracted.

“That’s true. There are definitely a lot of strange people on the internet.”

– And the moment we release music seems to be the problem.

“Why are you making money off my story without permission… This could become an issue, right?”

– Yes, that’s right.

Yoon Young-hoon thought about the worst possible scenario that could happen.

A situation where his precious son would be cursed at by someone.

Just imagining that made anger surge up like crazy.

Then, the voice of Hwang Su-jin, who was next to Hwang Su-yeol, was heard.

– What are the advantages?

Her words calmed Yoon Young-hoon’s anger a little.

He was certainly curious about the advantages too.

– First of all, it’s not bad as content. The composer’s image would be established at once too.

“Oh? That’s good.”

– And if the fandom grows, there will be more composition material accordingly.

– As Su-jin said, that could happen.

“That means… we’ll have to work hard, right?”

Hee-seong’s proposal wasn’t bad from the three people’s perspective.

There were disadvantages, but the advantages were also clear.

Silence was maintained like that.

The three people were quietly lost in thought.

– Realistically speaking.

Hwang Su-yeol broke the silence.

At his voice, Yoon Young-hoon unconsciously gulped.

– I think it’s not bad.

“Why?”

– I heard from Su-jin last time. This is a moment when we need growth.

“That’s true.”

– In my opinion, Heeseong’s idea is quite good. As far as I know, there’s no one doing that kind of content.

– Can you be sure about that, oppa?

– I spend hours every day just researching the industry. I can guarantee it.

“Then, hyung, you’re saying it’s worth trying… is that it?”

– Yes.

There was conviction in his tone.

Yoon Young-hoon could feel a little relieved by the certainty that had not a hint of falsehood.

Hwang Su-yeol was always reliable.

When Heeseong was born, he had successfully concluded various contracts even from abroad.

Since Yoon Young-hoon had also benefited from that, he didn’t doubt him one bit.

– But it will take a little time. I also have work to do, so…

Hwang Su-yeol became quiet with words asking to wait a moment.

Hwang Su-jin’s small voice could be heard saying something, but he couldn’t hear it clearly.

– I think it will take about 6 months.

“That’s when we can start?”

– Yes. I think we can start in earnest from then.

– I think I’ll have free time around then too?

“That means…”

Yoon Young-hoon fell into thought for a moment.

The statements from his close hyung and noona became quite a big clue for him.

When he was trying to find the answer in his head.

Hwang Su-yeol spoke first.

– Album releases will probably only be possible starting next year.

Yoon Young-hoon’s thoughts were correct.

As he expected, it was difficult to start NewTube right away.

But even during that time, Hwang Su-yeol would be preparing bit by bit.

So would Hwang Su-jin who was next to Hwang Su-yeol, and so would he himself.

“So that’s when we really start?”

– Right. So play a lot with Heeseong until then.

– I’ll play together too, so tell me when.

“I don’t want to?”

– What?

The childish conversation between the man in his 40s and the one in his 30s continued late into the night.

Yoon Young-hoon could feel reassurance in that conversation.

There were people by his side who would gladly help Heeseong with whatever he did.

‘Our son is really living a happy life.’

He smiled thinking of his son who would be sleeping soundly in his room.

And Hee-seong, who was sleeping soundly, was also smiling.

It was truly the smile of someone having a sweet dream after a long time.

***

The ever-brightening new year came once again.

I went from 5 to 6 years old and grew a little taller in between.

Many things happened after the Baek Music Competition ended.

First, there was the biggest change that happened to me.

“Hehe.”

I got a guitar.

Father and Aunt pooled their money together and gave it to me as a Christmas present.

A very smooth and soft-textured gray guitar with a bluish tint.

Every time I looked at it, I couldn’t help but smile like a child.

It could truly be said to be the happiest gift among all the gifts I had received.

“The other children also had many good opportunities.”

For example, that was the case with Aeyeon.

The child participated in a small competition during winter and achieved good results.

It was the same with Garam.

After repeated special training with Grandfather Manbok, he won an award at a violin competition.

He was very happy, saying it consoled his disappointment of not winning an award at the Baek-eun Competition.

‘And Ajin…’

Very unexpectedly, he entered a drawing competition.

He didn’t win an award, but it was nice to see him smile brightly saying he had fun drawing.

He had always liked drawing and seemed to have talent for it.

I thought if he didn’t do music, he might draw pictures.

“That aside, are we starting now?”

Today was that day.

The conversation with Sasinhyeok after the Baek Music Competition ended.

After that conversation ended, on the way home, I got an idea in the Principal’s car.

Let’s turn people’s stories into music.

Hwang Su-yeol, no, Uncle Su-yeol actively reviewed my opinion, and now it was time to execute it.

– We decided to use Argo’s NewTube for now, and the announcement will go up today too.

And I just need to quietly watch that.

Until Aunt Sujin brought me a story.

Argo had to build up its strength.

That’s why we were doing this project right now.

‘My role in this project is as a composer.’

Of course, Aunt would help me too, but it seemed like I’d be doing most of it alone.

I had learned a lot when I composed Blue Night, and I had studied extensively even after the Baek Music Competition ended.

So I had a pretty good sense of how to compose.

“Whatever story comes, let’s make it really interesting.”

I muttered quietly while fiddling with my phone.

Weekend evening, 5:58 PM.

I had borrowed it briefly while Mother was making dinner.

And soon at 6 o’clock, a new video would be uploaded to Argo’s NewTube channel.

I was eagerly waiting for it.

‘I already know how everything will go, but… why am I so nervous about this…?’

I seemed to be nervous because it was work I was involved in.

I never got nervous no matter what performance I gave or who I played in front of.

It was a bit funny that I was getting nervous over something like this.

“Oh!”

Then it became 6 o’clock, and the NewTube video was uploaded.

It was a video with Aunt Sujin and Uncle Sooyeol’s voices explaining neatly organized materials.

A very simple and short video.

After watching it, I waited slowly.

Until the view count went up.

1 minute.

5 minutes.

1 hour.

No one showed any interest.

We were in big trouble from the very beginning.

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