Reset Life with Infinite Talents - Chapter 64

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Infinite Talent Reset Life Episode 64

 

 

Her teeth clench.

Her eyes burn hot.

‘This is so unfair!’

Just moments ago, this boy was playing ‘The Beautiful Blue Danube Waltz’ like a piano beginner. He couldn’t even play that properly.

Yet now that same boy’s hands race swiftly across the keys.

He strikes the keys powerfully as if to break them, moves faster than a typhoon, and sometimes gestures as gracefully as a goddess.

Those damn words about finally understanding piano echo in her head again.

‘Why!’

This is a piece that’s over 10 minutes long.

He memorized it after hearing it just once.

An impossible talent.

Not only did he steal her father, but now he’s torn her pride to shreds.

‘How is that even possible! Do you know how hard I’ve worked!’

She was five years old. She started piano at five and practiced every single day until her fingers felt like breaking to reach her current level.

All that effort is being trampled.

Eight years of her life rendered meaningless.

‘But!’

For some reason, she can’t hate him.

She can’t storm out in hatred.

Mephisto Waltz, composed based on Lenau’s Faust rather than Goethe’s.

Number 1 is ‘Dance in the Village Tavern,’ depicting the scene where Mephisto brings Faust to a village tavern, grabs a musician’s violin, and plays madly to seduce the crowd into a state of strange ecstasy.

The boy before her is like that Mephisto, like a demon.

She can picture it clearly.

Mephisto in the center of the tavern, stomping the floor and demanding attention.

Mephisto’s cry that he’ll show them the ultimate pleasure.

The tavern gradually tinted with a thick pink hue.

The tavern’s dazed patrons stripping and embracing each other.

The demon at the center, locking eyes with Faust while shouting for more, more, and laughing loudly.

‘It’s, it’s hot.’

Her body twists and turns.

She wants to watch through half-closed eyes.

A sense of transgression that would make her lose her mind if she were alone, making her heart flutter wildly.

Sophia stares intently at Johann.

His hair glistening with sweat.

Sweat drops rolling down his nose.

Those topaz-like brown eyes that close and open, making her heart ache.

“A demon…”

He’s a demon. That child is a demon of music.

That’s why she ends up acknowledging it.

That impossible talent.

He bewitches her.

With that appearance.

‘So sexy…!’

Looking again, he’s such an incredible beauty that she forgets he’s Asian.

‘I want him.’

When she becomes a conductor following in her father’s footsteps, she wants to make him her muse.

She approached Johann, who was still immersed in the afterglow of finishing the piece, as if enchanted.

“Hey. Want to be mine?”

“No thanks.”

“…Why!”

Sophia, rejected for the first time in her life, felt wronged, while Johann snorted.

“You’re not my type.”

‘Acting like that without even apologizing.’

What a shameless person.

Still, he felt good about putting her in her place.

Though ‘Emil Grigoryevich Gilels, Steel Touch’ was sighing.

“That’s impossible. I’m incredibly pretty… no, that’s not what I meant…!”

“Bravo! My goodness, bravo!”

Sophia glared resentfully at her father approaching with applause.

 

* * *

 

“So you really are…”

“Yes.”

The Wolf Boy rescue story that heated up California earlier this year.

Goosebumps rise again on Esa-Pekka Salonen and Sophia’s bodies as they realize that Wolf Boy is Johann standing before them.

Wonder and thrill race through their bodies.

“Th-then what were you thinking when you played piano just now?”

“Hmm. Should I really tell you?”

Johann’s gaze turns toward Sophia.

For a moment, Esa-Pekka Salonen considers covering Sophia’s ears but shakes his head.

“No. Never mind. I think that’s answer enough.”

He’s a boy from the Wilderness.

He was afraid of what might come out of his mouth.

Of course, if his late-born daughter Sophia weren’t here, he would have listened carefully, but he couldn’t let his daughter, who had just entered puberty, hear such explicit words.

‘The maximum pleasure humans can imagine.’

Mephisto Waltz No. 1 was a piece that captured exactly that.

“Huh!”

Three months at most.

About a month at the shortest.

That’s how long Johann has been exposed to classical music.

“I need to think about this differently.”

For a genius—no, for a true monster—you need a curriculum that matches them.

“Let’s stop here for today. Will you come next week? I’ll think of a way to teach you by then.”

The methods he’d been considering seemed woefully inadequate.

“Ah, yes. Thank you for your hard work.”

It was enjoyable.

“Hey! Johann! Let’s exchange contact info!”

“No thanks.”

“What? Hey! Hey-!”

“Yeah, Larry. The lesson’s over. Today was just a consultation. I’ll be at the Village Entrance Market…”

Johann left through the front gate while on the phone, and Sophia was hurt by Johann’s complete lack of interest in her.

“Tch!”

If she’d known this would happen, she would have been nicer to him.

‘Huh.’

Sophia had met her match.

And it was someone who would provide tremendous stimulation.

“Father.”

“Yes?”

“If that kid is really Wolf Boy, we should be nervous. We might lose him to the pop music industry if we’re not careful.”

“What do you mean, daughter?”

“I just remembered, he was a Billboard singer. Didn’t you know?”

“…?!”

Esa-Pekka Salonen looked in shock at Johann walking away.

 

* * *

 

“How was it?”

“Hmm. Not bad.”

It was good to be able to learn piano.

‘I was thinking wrong all this time.’

When composing, I stubbornly insisted only on band piano players.

For ‘Eagles, Joseph Fidler Walsh’, piano was that kind of existence.

“Piano? Wait, what do you mean….”

“I’m going upstairs.”

“…Come down when I call for dinner!”

“Okay!”

Johann quickly went up to his room and sat in front of the electronic piano.

And he absorbed Josef II.

“Will this work?”

He wasn’t sure if it would work or not.

Josef II, who had barely played piano a few times in his lifetime.

A genius who learned everything on his own, far from receiving instruction from anyone.

To such a person appeared ‘Emil Grigoryevich Gilels, Steel Touch’.

The fragments and memories of ‘Emil Grigoryevich Gilels, Steel Touch’ that remained throughout his body, still tingling and resonating.

The emotions, inspiration, and his life that swept through like a storm.

In a way, all of this could be called a teacher for Josef II.

‘That’s the same for me too.’

“Let’s give it a try.”

Ta-da-dan! Tan-da-dan!

The fingers dancing across the keys poured out ‘Josef Strauss, The Tragic Composer’s’ Ohne Sorgen! Polka! (Ohne Sorgen! – Polka schnell op. 271)

Johann, who had been pouring out the cheerful and fast melody that made shoulders naturally bounce, stopped his fingers.

“…As expected.”

It plays.

Of course, there were still many missed touches, and his fingers got tangled and stumbled.

Still, he felt like he knew how to play piano.

How to get through difficult passages like octaves.

How to whisper pianissimo.

How intense fortissimo should be.

How to control dynamics.

“This person… was also born with talent for piano.”

Just as he thought.

Josef II, who was born with talent for performance and interpretation.

Although The Beautiful Blue Danube waltz was said to be an easy piece, it wasn’t a piece that could be played in just two attempts, so he had wondered, but it was as expected.

Though it was a completely different aspect from when he absorbed two beings, discovering this alone was a tremendous achievement.

So it’s regrettable. It’s unfortunate.

“It would have been good if he had been more ambitious….”

If Josef II hadn’t given up music and had continued, perhaps the world would have known another Strauss.

That part is too regrettable.

‘What would happen if this Josef II practiced piano.’

What would his piano style be? What would be the true musical style of someone born with musical interpretation ability?

Josef II and ‘Emil Grigoryevich Gilels, Steel Touch’, whose orb sizes weren’t that different.

Expectations and curiosity surged wildly.

“If this happens….”

The experiment was successful.

His whole body tingled and resonated again.

“Phew! Now that I know what to do… should I start with revisions?”

From ‘The Moon Rabbit Looking at Earth’ to the recently recorded ‘For Victory’.

‘Can classical performers digest modern pop songs well?’

Not just Josef II, but Gilels too.

He could find out from now on.

It was another experiment.

Johann, whose mouth was torn from ear to ear, turned on the computer and placed his hands on the electronic piano keys.

 

* * *

 

“Stop looking.”

“B-but…!”

Emily looked at the laptop with trembling eyes.

The view count was 50,000. Just 50,000 in a few days.

A whole 50,000 people had heard her voice.

From all over the world, no less.

Her heart was pounding and trembling so much she couldn’t stay still.

“Right! How can we not look at this!”

“Johann, you really don’t understand a woman’s heart!”

Joy and Lucy, standing on either side of Emily, put their hands on their hips and glared, and when Emily made the same expression, Johann’s eyes rolled around.

For some reason, he felt like he had done something wrong.

“I-I said that because if you keep worrying about that, you won’t be able to study properly. I didn’t mean anything else.”

“Oh really? Are we different from you?”

“No. It’s just that for Johann, this level is everyday life.”

“Right! You’re a Billboard singer, aren’t you?”

It seemed like he had said the wrong thing again.

Johann, who was wondering what to say, read the disappointment on Joy and Lucy’s faces.

‘Ah.’

“You want me to invite you to the next recording too, right?”

“…That’s right!”

“Now we’re finally communicating. So when will the next song be made, Mr. Billboard Star?”

Johann turned his gaze from Emily, who was smiling apologetically, to Flash and his friends who had been staring intently at him.

“You guys too?”

“Ahem!”

“Well, it looks fun….”

“Got it.”

“Huh? Really?”

Everyone was surprised.

Because Johann, who would never do anything he didn’t want to do, had agreed so easily.

“I don’t know when it will be, but if I make a group song, I’ll let you know.”

“…Aw.”

I figured as much.

The children were disappointed, but Johann kept his words to himself.

‘Sorry, but I have something more interesting right now.’

He’s been re-recording only the piano parts for all the songs he’s composed so far, and the quality of the music is changing.

Josef II is stumbling a bit due to the vastly different era and rhythm, but he’s gradually adapting.

He’ll probably be obsessed with modifying these songs for a while.

Beep!

“We’re almost there. There it comes. Let’s go.”

“Yeah!”

They got into the van that Rick Bottom brought and headed to Johann and Larry’s house.

 

“We’ve arrived.”

“Thank you for your hard work. See you tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your hard work!”

After Rick Bottom left, Johann and the children looked at Johann and Larry’s house.

“We’re back!”

“Hello-!”

“Oh! Welcome!”

Larry, who came home early today because Johann’s friends were coming over, greeted them with a face full of smiles.

Johann introduced Larry and his friends to each other.

“Haha. Please take good care of Johann.”

“Yes!”

“Don’t worry. Johann’s the one raising these kids.”

“No, I’m not?!”

The house instantly became as noisy as during the barbecue party.

Larry watched the scene with a warm smile, and Johann, feeling somewhat embarrassed, led his friends inside to show them around the house.

“And this is my room. That’s the end of the tour.”

“Ooh. So it’s just you and Larry living in this big house?”

“No. Ada too.”

Ada would be coming home late today as well.

Seeing this, being a lawyer doesn’t seem like a manageable job either.

“Oh. By the way, she’s not a girlfriend, not a lover, not a wife, just a friend.”

“Hmm… Is Larry gay?”

“He’s heterosexual. Think of it as them living together because of me.”

“Ah.”

“Like a fake common-law relationship.”

As expected from a private school.

Difficult words come out easily.

Understanding them, they looked around Johann’s room with curious eyes.

The room became packed with seven friends inside.

“Oh! A piano!”

“There’s a guitar too!”

“A violin! And drawings!”

“Ah, don’t touch the violins.”

The guitars were fine, but not the violins Hope and Maria.

Johann was stopping the children who were excitedly turning his room upside down when he frowned at the sight of the children sending him sparkling gazes.

“What?”

“So you compose with those things?”

“Yeah.”

Johann realized his mistake at Lucy’s words.

“Ah, do you guys want to try recording too?”

“Really?!”

“Is that okay?”

Lucy and Joy immediately reacted as if they had been waiting for those words.

Emily nodded her head too.

“Why not.”

It’s not like anything would wear out anyway. Johann turned on the computer, opened the recording program, and handed the microphone to the girls.

His friends held their breath at Johann’s seemingly professional appearance.

“What song do you want to do? We can search for any song, so anything’s fine.”

“Um… then Just Dance!”

“Lady Gaga? Got it. Huh?”

Flash suddenly handed Johann a guitar.

“You can play, right? I haven’t heard you.”

“Me too! Play! Play!”

“Woo! Play something!”

An atmosphere where he had no choice but to play.

Johann chuckled and nodded.

“Fine. But you help me out too, Flash.”

“Me?”

“Yeah. It’s not difficult. When I give you a signal, just press this button and this button like this.”

Thump clap thump clap – a two-beat drum rhythm echoed through the room.

“How’s that? Not difficult, right?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Hans, you take that guitar and try playing this note.”

“I, I don’t know how to play guitar?!”

“It’s okay. It’s easy. Come here.”

Johann called all the boys to the home recording equipment, assigned each of them a part, then looked at the girls as if asking if they were ready.

The girls were full of anticipation at his appearance of trying to do something.

“Is everyone ready?”

“Yes-!”

“Then let’s start!”

Zing!

Starting with Johann’s guitar riff, an unforgettable moment of memories began for everyone.

 

* * *

 

Thump thump thump!

Zing!

“I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing!”

Coldplay’s “Viva la Vida,” which hit the Billboard charts last year, resonated loudly throughout the house.

“They’re excited.”

After 4 hours of non-stop singing, Larry shook his head saying he was tired of the teenagers’ inexhaustible energy, but smiled warmly.

It seemed like the first time he’d seen this.

Johann playing around so boisterously.

Johann, who always seemed to be looking for something new, new stimulation, as if he wanted to try everything he hadn’t done before.

So Larry had been quite worried that his friends might be the same way, but now he felt somewhat relieved.

Ding dong!

“Yes, coming!”

He hurried out and opened the door to find Mary Thompson, Thompson’s mother, holding up a thick paper bag full of food aromas. Standing next to her were Sandra Sherman and Edward Sherman, Emily’s parents.

“We’re not late, are we?”

“Not at all. Can you hear it?”

“…Hoho!”

“Please come in.”

 

After them, the parents of Johann’s friends who visited the house today arrived one after another, and a home party was held.

They shared the food each brought and got to know each other.

“Oh, it’s already this time.”

Larry, who checked the time, headed to Johann’s room which had now become quiet.

When he opened the door, the children were watching cartoons on the computer monitor.

“Johann, it’s time.”

“…Got it! Hey guys, let’s go!”

“Yeah!”

Johann and his friends rushed down to the first floor living room.

The adults and siblings who were having the home party also gathered near the large TV in the living room, holding alcohol, beverages, and food.

Johann and his friends squeezed through them and took seats in front of the TV.

At that moment, large text appeared on the TV right on time.

Grey’s Anatomy Season 5.

“Ooh! It’s starting!”

That’s right.

Today’s home party was thankfully held to celebrate Johann’s drama debut.

‘Hmm. Did it turn out well?’

The filming had lost much of its interest since they shot the same scene several times.

Johann narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the starting drama. And that thought would soon change.

 

* * *

 

-Ugh?!

“It’s Johann!”

“Ooh.”

Johann’s lips twitched at his friends’ behavior of poking his ribs.

Even though they had filmed several times, seeing it on TV felt somehow new.

‘I really do look like a patient.’

It was somehow fascinating.

-I’m back… Jackson! Jackson-!

Even Jessica Chastain’s appearance of being startled and running over as she entered the house.

 

-Let’s go together.

“…My goodness.”

“Sniff!”

The drama ended with young boy Jackson’s song, who had reserved his death, and showed a message asking to wait for the next episode.

People with reddened eyes reflexively looked for Johann.

And seeing Johann’s healthy complexion, unlike Jackson on TV, they felt relieved.

And desperation surged.

“Johann, Jackson isn’t going to die, is he? Please tell me he’s not!”

Why should that young child die?

Why should that child who knows nothing and likes to sing have to die?

The adults immersed in the drama looked at Johann and pleaded, “Please.”

Johann was startled by their appearance.

‘…Hmm. So drama has this kind of power.’

Making all people feel the same emotions regardless of upper class or middle class.

In a way, it’s similar to music.

‘No, it’s making them much more immersed than music.’

“Johann?”

“Um… I wonder?”

“Oh. My goodness. Don’t do that.”

“Hahaha. I can’t tell you because of the contract.”

“Ugh. Then there’s nothing we can do. Ah, congratulations on your drama debut!”

“Congratulations, Johann!”

“You act well, don’t you? I didn’t see any other actors today! At this rate, aren’t you going to the Grammys?”

“Before that, becoming a great actor comes first!”

“Not using Johann after seeing that acting? My goodness. There’s no need to watch such a director’s work!”

“You said you support pediatric liver disease patients, right? Can I participate too?”

“Hahaha.”

Johann felt embarrassed by the pouring praise, and the people who looked at him proudly also began preparing to go home.

“Get home safely. See you tomorrow!”

“See you tomorrow!”

The house after everyone had left.

Johann, Larry, and Ada cleaned up all traces of the home party and gathered in the living room.

“So how do you feel?”

His impression of seeing himself on TV.

Looking at Larry and Ada who were grinning, Johann fell into thought.

‘It was fascinating.’

His face felt hot and he turned his gaze away, yet his heart felt fluffy and ticklish.

It was definitely him, but it felt strangely like it wasn’t him.

Seeing people laugh and cry at his acting made him feel strange too.

So his thoughts changed a lot.

“If I get the chance, I’d like to try acting again.”

He wanted to see this kind of result with his eyes again.

At his words after thinking for a long time, Larry and Ada burst into laughter.

“Haha! Really?”

They knew it would be like that.

All the actors they knew said the same thing unanimously.

That their appearance on screen was more addictive than drugs, and they could give up everything to appear in even one more scene.

“Got it. I’ll look into it once. No, maybe someone will contact us after seeing today’s acting?”

“Come on.”

It was just a supporting role in one episode.

Larry’s words were too far-fetched.

‘Still… I hope someone contacts us.’

That would make him really happy.

Larry and Ada smiled and stood up, seeing Johann’s face clearly showing such emotions.

“Well, shall we get up now? It’s late.”

“Ah, yeah! Larry, Ada, good night….”

Ring! Ring!

Larry’s phone suddenly rang.

“Team Leader Pearson? Why is this person calling at this late hour?”

Larry, who checked the caller, answered the phone with curiosity.

“Yes. Team Leader Pearson, what’s the matter… What? What did you say?”

Johann tilted his head at Larry’s appearance of staring at him blankly.

“What?”

“Johann, Black Eyed Peas wants to buy your song?”

Black Eyed Peas. They were a successful hip-hop group that had released a total of 3 albums up to this point.

 

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