Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 254

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 254

“Wow.”

“Oh.”

Sheet music hidden in a double structure.

Could this be a treasure left by someone famous? Philip, his eyes sparkling with adventurous excitement as he examined the sheet music, let out an exclamation of admiration.

‘What is this?’

Musical notes rushing like crashing waves on a dark night’s coastline battered by fierce winds.

But the narrator isn’t the waves. It’s a human screaming while watching those waves.

A human raging and crying out in anguish at the sight of the waves.

This is an incredibly high-level piece.

His hands were itching. The urge to play it immediately filled his heart.

“I can’t help it.”

Startled!

Johann, feeling the same urge as Philip, picked up his viola and began tuning it.

Philip was shocked at the sight.

“Y-you’re going to perform here?”

In such a crowded place.

And in a market like this.

“What’s wrong with that.”

It wasn’t his first or second time busking.

Even now, Johann goes busking at LA Beach once a month.

Besides, a musician has no meaning without an audience. Place and time pose no obstacles whatsoever.

Johann slowly closed and opened his eyes, absorbed and accessed ‘The Devil’s Violin, Niccolò Paganini,’ then brought his bow to the strings and drew it across.

Murmur murmur.

The noise began to subside.

Everyone who had stopped walking turned their heads to find the source of the musical notes rushing like waves in a storm.

‘Who could it be.’

Who could be so confused?

Grieving, angry, and wavering.

And frustrated, crying out in anguish.

Who could be giving such an incredible performance?

‘It’s a violist!’

A tone different from the violin.

And surely a violist of world-renowned fame. Otherwise, there’s no way they could give a performance that moves the listener’s heart so deeply.

Soon, several people who discovered the source of the pouring music widened their eyes.

‘Johann Jefferson?!’

The reincarnation of Paganini and Rachmaninoff.

He was performing viola in the middle of Naschmarkt.

As people who recognized Johann moved excitedly, Johann’s hands dancing across the viola strings also stopped.

“…Bravo!”

“Waaaaaaah!”

Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap!

Cheers pouring down like thunder.

Johann waved his hand in response, but his mind was elsewhere.

Something had surfaced. The memory of one being that had been buried and crushed under countless memories accumulated through numerous readings.

Looking at the title and signature written on the sheet music, he was certain.

‘Hmm.’

A conflict that shook his heart terribly.

After pondering for a long while, Johann finally smiled and approached the Old Man, offering him the viola, sheet music, and case.

“I used it well.”

Startled!

“…Hehe, no.”

Determination filled the Old Man’s eyes, which had been clouded with conflict.

Having listened to classical music all his life, he could recognize the value of this piece even more. It was definitely composed by a famous musician.

‘I could buy clothes, bags, and shoes for my granddaughter with this, but…’

The Old Man stroked his granddaughter’s head and smiled.

“Since it’s already sold, that belongs to you, maestro.”

“Ah.”

Johann exclaimed at the Old Man’s voice, which was even more resolute than his gaze.

The Old Man had decided to be a grandfather his granddaughter could be proud of, rather than pursue money.

Johann pressed his lips together tightly.

“…Emily.”

“Yes. Here.”

When Emily took out a blank check from Johann’s wallet in her handbag and handed it over, Johann wrote the number 1 million.

He folded it carefully so no one could see and offered it.

However, the Old Man, who had already seen the number Johann wrote, was shocked.

“N-no, th-this is too much…”

“Even this might not be enough.”

For the value of this sheet music and viola.

“Please accept it for your granddaughter.”

“Thank you… very much.”

Johann smiled gently and crouched down in front of the Young Girl who was staring at him, stroking her head.

“Become a wonderful adult like your grandfather.”

“Yes!”

After stroking the Young Girl’s head once more, Johann turned around.

“Let’s go! We need to see more!”

Having obtained a treasure, he wanted to act more ordinary.

Like tourists on a trip.

His friends, who had been rolling their eyes around, soon smiled brightly.

“Shall we?”

“Hey, Johann. Come here. Isn’t that brass cup nice?”

“It’s fake.”

“Oh, really?”

They disappeared into the crowd, and people who came to their senses later stamped their feet and quickly turned on their phones.

Someone approached the Old Man.

“Elder! That’s Johann Jefferson’s signature, right? Sell it to me!”

“I wouldn’t sell it even if you offered a million euros, so get lost.”

“What?!”

The Old Man pushed away the approaching people and packed up his street stall.

Having won the lottery, he needed to leave quickly.

* * *

“So whose is it?”

After browsing for a long while, the friends who stopped by their reserved restaurant stared at Johann and the viola case.

They hadn’t been able to browse properly, too busy calming their wildly beating hearts.

Norman and Philip also swallowed dryly, focusing on Johann’s mouth.

Johann chuckled at their expressions.

“It’s a musician you all know.”

Could there be anyone in the world who doesn’t know this name?

A great musician that even people ignorant of music would have to know.

The god of music born in Austria.

“Hey, we can’t stand this anymore…”

“Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.”

Thud!

“…What?”

“It’s an unpublished piece Mozart composed in his early teens.”

“Wh-what…!”

Philip and Norman bolt upright and glare.

Johann opens the case and takes out the first page of sheet music that was placed on top of the viola, setting it on the table.

Then he traces the title written in Latin with his finger.

“My heart that no one can understand…”

Johann now points to the signature written above the title.

A cursive signature in terrible handwriting that looked like both a drawing and worm tracks.

Everyone squints their eyes, trying to read it.

“W, G… M? Ahhh…!”

“That’s right. Wolfgang Gottlieb Mozart, the initials of the name he used during his lifetime.”

While he’s widely known today as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the name Mozart officially used during his lifetime was actually Wolfgang Gottlieb Mozart.

The reason the world came to know him as Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was because of his wife, who inherited all the rights to his works after his death.

Mozart’s wife published all his works as sheet music after her husband’s death, and for some reason, she changed Mozart’s middle name from Gottlieb to the Latin version, Amadeus.

And as the sheet music published under the name Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart spread throughout the world, his name naturally became established that way.

“Th-then this is really Moza… mmph?! Mmph!”

Philip hurriedly covers Norman’s mouth and sits him down under the pressing gazes, speaking with mercilessly trembling eyes.

“W-wait a minute. But I don’t think Mozart ever left just initials as his signature?”

“Everyone has times when their heart is filled with darkness.”

A time when you’re filled with thoughts that you’re different from others.

A time when you think you’re a great being chosen by God.

So all your actions and habits change during that time.

A time that comes to every human being.

“Crazy…”

Philip and Norman, everyone’s eyes turn back to the title.

“M-my heart that no one can understand…”

“Yeah. That’s right. It’s the nonsense of an adolescent boy.”

That was it. This piece was secretly composed by Mozart when his adolescence was at its peak.

“The reason he bought a case with a double storage system was probably for that reason too.”

No, it was exactly for that reason.

In case he lost the viola someday, he hoped some chosen person would find and perform the great and magnificent piece he composed.

‘And he deliberately threw it away.’

Hoping some chosen person would pick it up.

Since revealing himself too much would be tacky, he left only his initials.

“Uh…”

Flash stammers as he opens his mouth.

“S-so you’re saying this amazing piece, this piece that even I who don’t know much about classical music was impressed by, was just composed by an adolescent boy who couldn’t overcome the darkness in his heart…?”

So-called dark history.

“Correct.”

“Wow. Great musicians even do their crazy stuff greatly, huh?”

Everyone nods. That was what they all wanted to say.

How could such an amazing piece be adolescent complaints?

“Wow! I can feel the wall!”

Was this what they call the difference in talent?

Even though they had already experienced Mozart’s genius with their whole bodies, even Norman looks at the sheet music as if he’s sick of it this time.

Philip goes without saying.

Their silence continued until the food they ordered arrived.

* * *

Johann Jefferson performs Storm at Naschmarkt!

Johann touring Haydn House and Schönbrunn Palace!

What’s the reason for the reincarnations of Paganini and Rachmaninoff’s entry into the country?

The genius of the century, Johann Jefferson, previewing his Vienna performance?

Johann performs a waltz in front of the Johann Strauss II statue!

Last night, this reporter who visited Kursalon for a date with her husband witnessed a truly refreshing scene.

Eighteen students laughing heartily while taking photos with the soon-to-open Kursalon as their backdrop. Imitating nobles attending a ball, shyly making V signs, scolding a friend who messed up the camera timer.

Ah, I had times like that too. Just watching them naturally brought a smile to my face and made me want to keep watching.

As the students were taking photos in front of the Johann Strauss II statue, they suddenly pushed one friend forward.

The embarrassment felt even through the mask and hat.

Was it bullying?

Ah, they’re asking him to perform.

He must be a music major.

How mischievous. But isn’t this what friendship is?

Eventually, the pushed friend took out a very old viola and placed it under his chin…

“Johann Strauss II appeared in front of his own statue, leaping across hundreds of years…”

“…”

“When they later realized that they were Johann Jefferson, Eugene Victor Norman, and Philip Dupon, three geniuses who will lead the classical world in the future, the date at Kursalon with my husband was no longer in my mind… Our three disciples have caused quite a magnificent incident.”

A cafe near the Vienna University of Music and Performing Arts.

Under the cold gaze of Sybil Ulrich, Philip’s teacher, Johann, Norman, and Philip with swollen faces quietly turn their heads away.

“You even performed hymns in front of St. Stephen’s Cathedral this morning.”

The Saint Roch version of Praise Pascal’s Sacrifice.

“With this viola, no less.”

With the viola Mozart used as a child.

With a treasure of the classical world, no, the world.

And the three of them took turns performing with it.

Are these guys in their right minds?

“Since we can still perform a few more times… Ahem.”

Johann, who had been feeling good because ‘the great master, Nicolao Amati’ said they could perform hundreds more times, quickly presents the sheet music.

“I’ll leave this to you, Ms. Ulrich.”

Flinch!

At those words, Sybil Ulrich, who had been scolding them just moments ago, feels both joy and worry.

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

Entrusting it to her ultimately means returning this treasure of the century to Austria.

A treasure that would fetch at least a million euros at auction, maybe several times that amount.

“It’s fine.”

‘Because there’s something I need to take from here.’

The treasure buried in a location from his memories that came back perfectly last night when he absorbed and read Josef II, Eduard Strauss’s son, in front of the Johann Strauss II statue after a long time.

He had to give up this much.

“This is enough for me.”

When Johann taps the viola case, Sybil Ulrich struggles with her thoughts before nodding.

“If I were being greedy, I’d want to ask you to sell the viola too, but…”

That would really be greed. If she coveted the viola too, that would truly be unconscionable.

“Are you planning to keep it as a personal collection?”

“No. I’m thinking of displaying it in the lobby of a hotel in Malibu where I invested shares.”

Since the ENU Museum has to change exhibition themes every season, he decided to display it in a hotel lobby where it could be permanently exhibited.

“Hmm. That would be nice too.”

Mozart fans would enjoy staying at a nice hotel while feeling Mozart’s nostalgia, and the hotel would benefit from increased sales. It was mutually beneficial.

“No. I’ll make the first reservation.”

“Haha. Just tell me the date.”

“Hmm.”

Sybil Ulrich nods and falls into thought.

The sheet music that Johann bought for a whopping one million dollars, or rather, a treasure whose monetary value cannot be calculated.

She naturally felt indebted for receiving such a thing for free. Austria was essentially in unpayable debt to Johann.

How could she repay such gratitude?

Noticing her feelings, Johann smiled bitterly and said.

“If it bothers you that much, sell these guys to me. For about a month.”

“…?”

Norman, who was sipping his drink, and Philip, who was quietly listening to the conversation, blinked in confusion at Johann’s words.

“I actually need musicians for something soon.”

For the Austria location shoot.

‘Originally I was just going to use extras….’

Extras who would appear briefly and be done.

But with Norman and Philip, those scenes could be composed much more colorfully.

“I’ll provide room and board.”

“Deal.”

“T-Teacher?!”

Johann grinned at the two who were wide-eyed.

* * *

“Tsk, when are you coming to LA?”

Time passed, and they were in front of Vienna International Airport.

The Flashes, who had been wallowing in sweet memories of their first friendship trip, looked dejected.

Johann and Emily couldn’t return together with them.

Though they already knew this fact, they couldn’t help feeling down. It was because of the unsettling feeling of not being able to properly conclude things.

“I’ll be back when vacation ends.”

By then, the location shooting for Season 1 would be roughly finished.

“I might come back earlier too.”

“…Got it.”

They wanted to tour the filming site too, but that would be too much trouble for Johann.

“Contact us when you come back.”

“Yeah. I’ll contact you when I arrive.”

“Norman and Philip, see you again next time.”

“Yeah! Take care, Flash! Take care, Mason!”

Johann, who had seen off his friends one by one through the departure gate, looked at Emily.

“In the end, we couldn’t use Mason’s suit.”

“Pfft!”

“Good work.”

Emily and the girlfriends who had struggled to book hotels, restaurants, rental cars, and tourist spots for all 16 people.

Knowing it was never an easy task, he spoke with sincerity.

“…Other boys should know about our hard work too….”

“Haha. They’ll know.”

Someday their girlfriends would poke their ribs and tell them.

They all had that kind of personality.

“Well then, let’s go too! Norman, Philip. Did you pack your underwear, instruments, and passports properly?”

“Yeah! I packed everything! What about Philip?”

“I packed too. But won’t you tell us where we’re going?”

“It’s not far.”

Eisenstadt.

It was a small city with Lake Neusiedl nearby.

And it was the place where the treasure Johann intended to take, or perhaps reclaim, was hidden.

Norman and Philip, who had taken a car to the old town of Eisenstadt, a place full of old European atmosphere, pursed their lips at the scene unfolding before them.

“Wow! They’re filming a movie!”

Inside the barricades set up for access control, cameras and lighting equipment, and people in old-fashioned clothes were moving around.

“Venetian Republic… is it?”

The style worn by the nobles of the Venetian Republic in the early 18th century, the Baroque era, seemed to be glimpsed.

The Venetian Republic, whose clothes, accessories, and even architectural styles were subtly different from other European countries at the time.

“Gasp! Philip, you know about that too?”

“You’re the one who didn’t study, Norman. But… it’s quite similar.”

Even the architectural style was remarkably similar, as if they had taken an alley from Venice and placed it here.

Philip, who had previously visited this place where Haydn had stayed the most during his lifetime following his teacher, wondered why he hadn’t noticed it then.

“That’s how they decorated it.”

“Huh?”

“Oh, can you give me your phones? Norman, you too.”

“Yeah! Here!”

Johann took the phones they handed over in confusion and crossed the barricade.

“Huh? Hey hey? Y-you can’t just go in like that, Johann…!”

“Oh, you’re here?”

Matthew Payton, who happened to be nearby, spotted Johann and approached, then tilted his head upon seeing Norman and Philip.

“Who are those friends?”

“Vivaldi and Marcello? Or their disciples?”

Great musicians who lived in Venice at the same time as Casanova, and who also stimulated Casanova’s musical talent.

“Top-class musicians you can work to the bone however you want.”

Their nickname was competition hunters.

“…Oh. They were distinguished guests!”

Matthew smiled brightly and his eyes lit up looking at the two, while Norman and Philip, who felt like they had seen the maw of a giant beast, trembled.

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