Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 229
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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 229
58. Sudden Contact
Rustle.
“Uung.”
“More.”
Johann, who went outside while soothing the whining Emily, is startled.
“Grroooowl! Uuuuung!”
Flash lying face down and sleeping in front of the door.
“Phew…”
Johann, who decided against waking him up, steps over Flash and goes downstairs, only to be surprised again.
“Snore! Whistle!”
“Mmnya. Mmnya.”
Three sprawled out sleeping on the first living room sofa.
Two guys kissing the floor.
And empty cans rolling around between them, along with messily scattered snacks, pizza slices, and such.
Johann, wondering why these guys are sleeping here even though he assigned them rooms yesterday, absorbs and reads ‘Wolf Who Howls at the Moon’ after a long time.
A terrible smell stings his nose, but he tries to compose his senses.
Snicker.
“All the women are sleeping in the rooms I gave them.”
Among the men, only Mason, who passed out first, is sleeping in the same room as Joy.
That’s the problem.
“I have to clean this mess up by myself?”
This chaos.
“…Should I just clean it up later?”
Johann seriously considered it.
That’s when it happened.
Buzz buzz! Buzz buzz!
“Huh? Who’s calling at this hour… Mark?”
Mark Wahlberg, who filmed Fire Always Targets Us together with him.
‘Ah, it’s already 9 o’clock.’
He didn’t realize he had slept in this late because his body felt so light.
“Yes, Mark. It’s been a while. What’s the matter… What?”
-Do you happen to know how to conduct? Orchestra conducting. This isn’t for a broadcast, and it’s not like a quiz or anything.
“…?”
It was something very out of the blue.
* * *
“Kyaa!”
“Ah-! Hey, what’s this soup called?”
“Dried pollack soup.”
After feeding his friends hangover soup, sending them home, and cleaning the house, Johann heads to Mark’s house.
“Welcome!”
A tall beauty spreading her arms to welcome Johann.
“It’s been a while, Leah.”
Rhea Durham, Rhea Wahlberg.
The woman married to Mark.
“I’m disappointed. You moved to Beverly Hills but never invited us once?”
“Haha. Sorry. I was busy after buying the house…”
“Johann!”
“Johann-!”
Mark and Leah’s children running over and hugging him.
“Upsy!”
“Kyahaha!”
Johann lifts up the adorable third child Bredon and fourth child Grace, then opens his mouth at the sight of the eldest daughter and eldest son acting distant even though he’s right in front of them.
“What, did you guys hit puberty?”
“I, I’m 13 now, a middle school student, Johann.”
They’re not at an age to just hug him carelessly like before.
“I’d like you to respect that now!”
“Right! I’m ten now, a third grader!”
“Oh… Even like this?”
When Johann takes out his wallet and waves a 100 dollar bill, the first and second children’s eyes waver.
“…Welcome!”
“Alright! Allowance!”
The first and second children hug Johann once, then snatch the money and disappear.
When the third and fourth children’s eyes light up, Leah makes a stern expression.
“You shouldn’t bother daddy’s guest, right?”
“Hiiing…”
“We understand…”
“Go inside and study.”
“Yes…”
The two glancing at Johann as they move away.
Leah apologizes.
“Sorry. The kids are going through puberty lately. And thank you.”
“It’s fine. They’re much more well-behaved than me. Where’s Mark?”
“He’s in the inner living room. Juice?”
“I’ll have grape, please.”
Johann, who has been here before, heads to the inner living room, the second living room.
“I’m here… Huh?”
“Oh, you’re here? Say hello.”
A middle-aged handsome man quietly getting up following Mark who stands up.
“Haha. Nice to meet you. I’m…”
“I know. Mr. Cooper, nice to meet you.”
Bradley Cooper, one of Hollywood’s representative handsome actors and an actor who always ranks in the top 10 sexiest male actors.
“I really enjoyed watching The A-Team.”
“Uhaha! I was also deeply moved by both your movies and music! And the sculpture Afternoon Chase you made this time too!”
‘Right. That was exactly that laugh.’
A cool guy whose hearty laugh was sexy.
“Come on, stop the eye contact exchange and sit down. Your legs must be tired.”
“Oh. I’m not an old man like Mark though… Eek.”
Whoosh!
A tissue box flies past where Johann’s head was.
Leah stops Mark, who clenches and unclenches his fist at Johann’s smirking face.
“Fighting again?”
“If I ever fight with that guy, all the causes would be him.”
“Sure, sure. I know. Here, Johann.”
“Thank you, Leah.”
“Well, you guys talk.”
As Leah withdraws, Johann brings the grape juice to his mouth while looking at Mark.
From suddenly asking if he knew how to conduct to the unfamiliar person at this gathering. None of it was like Mark.
“I asked about conducting because of this friend.”
“Ahem.”
Bradley Cooper clears his throat and puts on a serious expression.
“First, I want to apologize for not asking for your understanding beforehand. I felt overwhelmed about where to even start.”
“…?”
“Do you happen to know who Leonard Bernstein is?”
“How could I not know.”
Is there anyone in classical music who doesn’t know that name?
Born Louis Bernstein.
He debuted as assistant conductor of the Boston Symphony Orchestra in the summer of 1940, and was a legendary conductor, composer, and pianist who left a great mark on American classical music.
“I’m planning to make a biographical film about him.”
“Ah!”
It’s surprising enough to leave my mouth agape.
For a moment, I think Leonard Bernstein is enviable.
“Wait. You’re making one?”
“Yes. I plan to handle everything from the script to production to starring in it.”
“Green Lantern?”
“Oh. Oh! That kind of thing… um. Absolutely not. I’m serious about this.”
‘Reynolds was probably serious back then too… No.’
Unlike Reynolds, Bradley Cooper was already a recognized producer.
“So that’s why you want to learn conducting?”
“That’s right. But… I felt overwhelmed about how to start.”
For now, he only has plans and enthusiasm, but hasn’t even written the first page of the screenplay. A plan with no way to gauge when production might be possible.
Still, to understand him, he needs to acquire knowledge first, so he hired a conducting major as a tutor, but literally only knowledge is entering his head.
“Why it has to be done this way, why it has to be done that way, what’s the difference between the two…”
Johann nods at those words.
“Classical music and conducting definitely have that tendency.”
Classical music that becomes endlessly complex and abstruse if you want to make it complicated.
A conductor is someone who tunes and leads dozens or hundreds of instruments in such classical music.
Catching the changes in sound from subtle tremors of fingertips and arms is extremely difficult unless you’re born with talent and sensitivity.
“Also, the knowledge you need to have is incredibly vast.”
What makes Bradley Cooper struggle here must be his inability to understand how, where, and why to use that vast knowledge.
“Exactly. That’s it!”
It’s like a weight has been lifted.
Since Bradley Cooper immediately recognized the problem, he opens his eyes as if begging for the answer, as if it shouldn’t be difficult.
Johann furrows his brow at this.
“Hmm. This is a difficult problem if it’s difficult, but easy if it’s easy…”
If it’s simple, there’s one very simple method.
“You just need to awaken the sense.”
“The sense? How?”
“You can try conducting directly.”
If you have talent, you’ll realize it immediately here.
‘The last romanticist, Sergei Vasilievich Rachmaninoff’ also selected gems this way, so it’s certain.
“…Huh?”
What did he just say I should try?
Mark also looks at Johann in bewilderment.
“Wait a moment. Let me make one phone call. Yes, Teacher.”
Esa-Pekka Salonen, Johann’s classical music mentor.
“Have you been well? I’ve been fine. Where are you now? Ah, London?”
Johann looked at Bradley Cooper as if asking what he would do, and he and Mark gaped at the suddenly accelerating situation.
* * *
The place they headed to wasn’t London.
Walt Disney Concert Hall.
It was the home base of the LA Philharmonic.
Bam! Baaam!
As they opened the concert hall doors, a bombardment of sound poured toward them.
When the orchestra members who had been concentrating on the gestures of a Latino conductor in his 30s lost focus, the conductor turned around.
“Tsk.”
The melody disappeared with a swift wave of his arm.
Bradley Cooper shuddered at the hall that became quiet in an instant, as if the performance just moments ago had been a hallucination.
‘So perfectly coordinated!’
Johann glanced at him and approached Gustavo Dudamel, the genius conductor in his 30s who became the principal conductor and Music Director of the LA Philharmonic following Esa-Pekka Salonen.
“Thank you for granting this request, Maestro Dudamel.”
Maestro.
Dudamel’s expression softened slightly at Johann’s respect.
“I only allowed it because it was Salonen’s request.”
Honestly, he didn’t like it. He disliked it even more because it was Johann.
‘The return of Paganini and Rachmaninoff…’
A genius who moved the world.
But he entrusted the conducting of his official debut stage to Esa-Pekka Salonen. While mobilizing the LA Philharmonic Orchestra Members.
This was disrespectful treatment, and no matter how much understanding was sought, it was something that would inevitably anger him as a conductor.
So he thought about refusing even Salonen’s request, but he decided to accept it because the person who would be conducting wasn’t Johann but the big name Bradley Cooper.
“Are you doing it right away?”
“Yes. I just need to awaken his sense.”
“Hmph. Do you know how to conduct?”
“To some extent… right? My Teacher is Esa-Pekka Salonen.”
The master, Maestro Salonen.
“Tsk.”
Dudamel extends his hand to Bradley Cooper, who smiles awkwardly, and smiles warmly.
“I hope you learn a lot.”
“Th-thank you.”
Dudamel clicked his tongue again while looking at Johann and exited as if he couldn’t stand the sight, while Cooper and Mark looked at Johann as if asking if this was really okay.
“No. It’s not okay. In baseball terms, this is like going to a player who’s starting in a few days and saying, ‘Hey, move aside from the Mound, let someone who knows nothing about baseball get a feel for the Mound’s atmosphere.'”
And that’s while all the team Players are in their positions doing final practice.
That’s why he endured Dudamel’s sharp words.
“My goodness!”
“So you should definitely learn something from this opportunity, right?”
“…!”
Johann glances at Bradley Cooper, who has turned pale, and looks at the Orchestra Members. People he had worked with during Grammy Awards stage performances and classical concerts.
Some greet him with their eyes happily, but most have unpleasant expressions.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know this was such a rude request!”
The Orchestra Members’ expressions soften at Bradley Cooper’s sincere apology.
The first violin, the Concert Master approaches.
The Concert Master, who bears the enormous responsibility of coordinating the orchestra’s opinions in the conductor’s absence. He could be called the orchestra’s second-in-command.
“What’s this about?”
Johann scratches his cheek at the question asked while glancing at the Orchestra Members.
“It’s something that needs skilled People who will react sensitively even to clumsy arm waving… No matter how much I thought about it, only you all came to mind.”
“…Ahem! Is that so?”
The Orchestra Members’ expressions soften further at those words echoing through the Hall.
The genius called the return of Paganini and Rachmaninoff, the genius who made them feel thrills throughout their collaborations, is acknowledging them.
“Then perhaps…”
“Shh. No comment. You know Hollywood.”
Hollywood, where hundreds and thousands of movies are made and scrapped each year. Even Bradley Cooper couldn’t guarantee anything.
“However, if it ever gets produced…”
He might at least give a comment thanking the LA Philharmonic members who provided great help.
Perhaps their faces might even appear in the making-of film.
Those words became the clincher.
“Uhaha! Really?”
Helping with a movie starring Bradley Cooper.
An incredible bragging right. From a career perspective, it was definitely not a bad thing.
At the Concert Master’s look around as if asking if everyone heard that, faint smiles finally formed on the orchestra members’ lips.
‘Got it.’
Johann, who thanked the Concert Master with gratitude, looked at Bradley Cooper who was still at a loss.
“What classical pieces do you happen to know?”
“Th-The Four Seasons? D-Destiny?”
“Oh…”
Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Beethoven’s Destiny.
He only knew incredibly difficult pieces.
Johann looked at the orchestra members as if asking what could be done, and they groaned.
* * *
The still quiet concert hall.
Mark sat in one of the audience seats, and Bradley Cooper stood on the platform.
Johann stood behind him.
He closed his eyes and entered the library.
“Search. Leonard Bernstein.”
Whooom!
Looking up at the universe, a gentle yet wildly swirling blue-green star fell.
‘It’s big.’
A slightly larger size than he had thought.
-I want to conduct, and I want to play piano. I want to write symphonies, and I want to write music for Broadway and Hollywood. I want to write books, and I want to write poetry. I think I have the ability to do so.
The mischievous genius who kept this promise.
A master who composed and conducted countless pieces including symphonies, orchestral works, concertos, musicals, operas, ballets, choruses, art songs, film music, and piano pieces, leaving a great footprint in the world’s music scene.
[The immortal master representing the 20th century, Lewis Bernstein]
Johann stretched out both arms to accept him.
Gently pushing away ‘The One Who Became a Star,’ he made his whole body tremble.
At being able to conduct again.
At the fun of being able to teach an actor.
He was excited and delighted at being able to teach an actor who was making his biographical film.
‘I feel the same way.’
An experience that might never come again.
That’s why he had accepted this request.
Johann smiled as he exited the library and gently grasped Bradley Cooper’s arms.
“Relax your body.”
Keep your spine straight.
Firmly, without wavering.
If the maestro slouches, his will won’t be conveyed well.
“A gentle smile on your lips.”
When both sides are tense, or when the maestro oppresses the orchestra members, good performance doesn’t emerge.
At Johann’s whisper, Bradley Cooper trembled.
Not because of the whisper. At the words of a mere 18-year-old young man, at the words of someone who hadn’t lived even half his life, his body moved on its own.
Gentle but powerful charisma.
That charisma extended forward through his chest, touching both hands and back.
An incredibly mystical experience that couldn’t be expressed in words.
The LA Philharmonic members felt the same way.
Starting from Bradley Cooper, it reached them. Spreading widely and taking control.
It spoke as if telling them to prepare now.
‘Th-this is?!’
Having been conducted countless times, they couldn’t mistake this sensation.
‘H-he can conduct too?!’
Johann’s low voice reached their shocked ears.
“As I said again, a conductor is someone who coordinates and leads. For that, control comes first.”
The advanced work of connecting one’s own and the orchestra members’ mental images.
An innate talent that couldn’t be obtained simply through countless trials and errors.
That was the power of control.
“Now, lift your hands slightly and look around.”
At the string instrument players – violins, violas, cellos, double basses.
He was telling them to start with their eyes.
Following Johann’s advice, as Bradley Cooper acted, everyone quieted their noise and lifted their respective instruments.
“The piece to perform is Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, Spring. At first, normally without any special coordination. Now, begin.”
As Johann lifted Bradley Cooper’s hands high and dropped them…
Pam! Pam-pa-ra-pa-ra! Pam!
The violins and cellos began singing that warm spring had arrived.
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