For the Musical Genius Chapter 100

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“How many geniuses have you seen?”

The past flowed through the blue eyes.

“Empress Karas of Austria, Eden Simeon of Belgium, Bilstein of the United States, Spencer of London, Hikaru Akazawa of Japan······.”

A sweat broke out on Tanaka’s forehead. He had come running when he learned that there was a lion of the Berlin Philharmonic in neighboring Korea. The gaze that squeezed his whole body was similar to that of the queen of the present in a different sense. What about the names that came out of his mouth? Each and every one of them carried the glory of the past.

Because they were true giants.

“These are the conductors I have met in the past. The magnificent orchestra that unfolds at their fingertips was enough to make me feel inferior as a conductor.”

“Are you saying that the Maestro felt inferior?”

Tanaka couldn’t believe it. The person in front of him was, no matter what anyone said, the permanent conductor of the world’s best orchestra.

“Musicians always live with an inferiority complex. Some people say it’s because of Mozart, who they can never meet, while others say it’s because of their fellow musicians who they compete with. I clearly belong to the latter.”

“Maestro, are there any conductors in Seoul that you are interested in?”

A warm heat could be felt beneath the raised eyebrows. Despite the passage of time, the Berlin Philharmonic’s lion still had great charisma. Tanaka swallowed hard and continued with the next question.

“Maestro, I may be presumptuous, but could you tell me why you are staying in Korea during your sabbatical year? I heard that you were invited to many world-class conducting competitions, such as the Antonio Pedrotti Competition and the Caras Competition.”

Tanaka’s eyes were filled with a look of doubt. No matter how I looked at it, it was strange. The fact that the lion of the Berlin Philharmonic was staying in Seoul, not a city of music. Isn’t that a place called a wasteland of classical music? But the answer I heard was unexpected.

“If the purpose of the world-class conducting competition is to find the next maestro, then it is safe to say that I am already doing that in Seoul.”

“yes?”

What does this mean? Is there such a famous conductor in Seoul? Yuri spoke up before Tanaka could continue his question.

“You asked if there was a conductor who was keeping an eye on it?”

“Yes, Maestro.”

There is a saying that the eyes of the Berlin Philharmonic are in the sky. That is because the audition for admission is so difficult. Even the most talented musicians fail to pass the threshold and fall down. In the classical world, entering the Berlin Philharmonic was considered to be entering the ranks of a great musician. Such a person who is a member of the Berlin Philharmonic is

Is there anyone who has this in mind? This is also in Korea, which is called a wasteland of classical music.

“Of course there is.”

The blue eyes were thinking of one person without hesitation.

*

“hyeon-!”

It was Dongju whom I had met after a long time. If someone saw Dr. Tikhonov running out barefoot, they would have thought it was a reunion of separated families. As if he were a talkative doctor, he started talking about his team members as soon as we met, and it was so painful to the ears.

“Now. In the future, we have decided to continue our research on Graphene not only in the field of electronic materials but also in the field of bioengineering.”

“yes?”

“We have discovered that graphene oxide can act as an anti-sepsis mechanism. Of course, it is still in its infancy stage.”

It didn’t make sense. It was a research result that would have been discovered only in the 21st century. And Dr. Tikhonov was a chemistry major. Of course, all disciplines are related to biotechnology, but this didn’t make sense.

“Oh, didn’t I tell you? I also studied biology and medicine in the past. I could have worked as a doctor after completing my residency in Russia, but chemistry stimulated me too much. If I hadn’t met chemistry, I would have become a doctor crazy about surgery.”

I knew he was a genius, but I didn’t know he was this outstanding. Sometimes, there are people who are not satisfied with one field and try out several. The Western District Prosecutors’ Office also had a chief prosecutor who had a medical license.

“Where on earth did you get your idea, Doctor?”

“Isn’t there advice that Hyun gave me in Russia? He said that Gripin was a new material like a lush old tree, and that it would have endless uses like many branches. I got a hint from that.” “He’s quite a cheerful person, isn’t he?”

It was what my grandfather said about Dr. Tikhonov. After taking me to his office, he bowed his head politely and said, “Boss, I’ll go back to the lab!” Anyone who saw him would think he was dealing with a mafia boss.

“He’s much more capable than he looks. As you said, it was a great choice to choose the original and free-spirited Dr. Tikhonov over the boring guy.”

“No, I was lucky. But Grandpa, do you have anything to say today?”

Wasn’t it an unexpected call? Normally, he would be helping the children practice their orchestra, but today, unlike usual, he was called by his grandfather and went to find Dong-ju.

“Graduation is in a week?”

“Yes, Grandpa.”

“Now that you’re a high school student, Hyun, it’s time to start telling you.”

As if he had been waiting, Grandfather opened the locked drawer with a key. Inside was a brown envelope.

“Hyun-ah, take a look.”

It wasn’t like he was handing me the whole bundle of documents the other day. Could it be that Dongju had some problem that I didn’t know about? Grandpa nodded toward the sofa. It must have been because there was a lot of documents, so he wanted me to sit down and read them.

Click.

I sat down on the sofa and picked up a ballpoint pen. The pages turned with a clicking sound.

“grandfather?”

My face was filled with a sense of wonder as I read the documents. That’s understandable. Most of the contents were real estate and financial assets, and among them were many that I knew. In particular, the overseas stock list contained the names of dinosaur companies that everyone would know in the future. Of course, it was a waste.

Even though you’ve already touched on it, this is an investment list that would make you envious of the hand of Midas.

“This is a list recommended by Yuhane’s grandfather. If you transfer Dongju’s shares, your uncles won’t stay still. Who knows how long your grandfather will live? The donation went through without a problem, so don’t worry.”

“What do you mean?”

I didn’t understand.

“It wouldn’t be bad for you to use your excellent eyes to discern the truth rather than what this old man is holding in his hands. The list was made by old man, but from now on, it’s up to you, Hyeon, to judge what’s real and what’s fake.”

My throat shook violently. My mind was blank, as if someone had shaken my head. I chewed the inside of my cheek just in case, but judging by the stinging sensation, it was definitely not a dream. If I were to summarize what my grandfather had said, it was all on this list.

“It’s yours, Hyuna.”

* * *

Square, square!

The sound of snow crunching tickles my ears. It was the last winter break, but I was heading to school like any other day. Didn’t we practice every single day for the orchestra performance on graduation day? During that time, the children’s skills had improved so much that it could be said that they had improved by leaps and bounds.

It was damaged. By the way.

‘It’s yours, Hyuna.’

Doesn’t your grandfather’s voice keep lingering in your head? Your grandfather clearly said that it is your job to judge what is real and what is fake in the list he gave you. It is not that difficult for me, but it is something that needs to be observed a little longer. As expected, when I play the violin for a while,

Did the calluses on the West change the way the palms looked? Starting with the royalties, it was clear that he was born with a different life than before.

As I approached the music room, I heard the sound of a tuner adjusting the pitch. Now it was time to return to my role as conductor.

Jiying.

The pitch wavered. Sweat was dripping down Lee Jin-ho’s face. Since he was the conductor, there was a part where he had to play a solo part. It was a song he was hearing for the first time, and it was the first time he had seen the score. It was natural that he was unfamiliar. However.

“Jin-ho, can I talk to you for a moment?”

I called out to Jin-ho Lee, avoiding the gaze of the other students.

“When I play solo parts, I lose confidence. My shoulders become unbalanced and my breathing becomes rough. As a result, the speed of my fingers touching the strings becomes noticeably slower. Jin-ho, if you collapse, the orchestra will shake.”

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The roles of the conductor and the members are different. Furthermore, a conductor who cannot properly handle the solo part cannot be recognized by the members. Furthermore, since it is a small orchestra, if the conductor collapses, the members are likely to collapse helplessly like dominoes. That is why I had to urge them.

“There’s less than a week left until graduation. I’ll do my best to improve your skills until then. It’ll be hard, but can you keep up?”

“I’ll definitely follow you, Hyun-ah.” He nodded after seeing Lee Jin-ho’s determined expression. Just like Baek Jeong-hoon, he had to undergo Spartan training. He would have to practice all night long.

*

“Did you say tomorrow?”

Yuri thought back to what Kang Hyun had said earlier. He was going to present his own composition at the orchestra performance on the graduation day. He probably arranged it to fit a small orchestra. So she couldn’t help but be curious. After all, she had already experienced Kang Hyun’s composing skills.

It was late at night, and dusk was falling. However, the lights in Kang Hyun’s studio were on as if it were daytime.

“You said you were the one in charge of the orchestra? You worked hard until the last day.”

Yuri lifted the blanket and covered the backs of the two boys. They had been practicing for so long that they had fallen asleep while sitting. The hands of the boy in charge of the music section were especially full of calluses. It was clear that if they did not give up on music and kept working hard, they would shine someday.

Lira. Yuri walked over and looked at Kang-hyun, who was sleeping with the synthesizer as his pillow.

“What will you show me, violinist Hyun?”

I can check it out tomorrow, but I’m already curious. What kind of music will he use to create his own orchestra? Isn’t he a kid who absorbs my knowledge as if he’s sucking it up? I’m so anxious that I want to introduce him to the members in Berlin right now.

I was curious to see what those strong-willed people would say when they saw this young boy.

“Gino, I told you not to do it like that.. Again.. Again.. Again..”

At that moment, Kang Hyun was talking to himself as if he was sleeping. It was clear that he was giving lessons to the child who was playing the role of the conductor, even in his dreams. It must have been a fortune that could not be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold for that child. Kang Hyun would soon be someone who would make a name for himself in the classical music world. It was then.

Swish.

As Kang Hyun was snoring, the sheet music on the synthesizer slipped to the floor. Yuri bent down and carefully picked up the sheet music. Her blue eyes slowly explored the notes on the staff as if savoring them.

Andante Cantabile, a score that reminded me of Tchaikovsky’s music. Yuri’s eyes were captivated by the slow but gorgeous composition of notes, like a flower bud blooming and revealing itself. She felt a deep beauty that could not be described in words. The children’s smiles revealed by the calm lakeside.

The finale, a feast of pure and clear music like the sound of a bell, was perfect for the graduation ceremony, a day that marked the end and the beginning.

“Violinist Hyun, you’re even trying to make me feel inferior.”

Yuri knew that he could be someone’s Mozart, or someone else’s Salieri. But despite what he said, there was a deeper smile on his face than ever before.

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