< For the Music Genius - Episode 055 >
“Please give me a Sauvignon Blanc.”
The acidity and fresh fruity aroma of white wine filled my mouth.
“Maestro, can I ask you one thing?”
The Berlin Philharmonic’s lion, Yuri, had never tasted wine before because of jet lag. But now, wine was the only way to relieve his troubled mind.
“Ask me anything, Yuri.”
“No matter how much I think about it, I can’t understand why Eden Simeon chose Maestro.”
“Are you really curious about that?”
Coincidentally, there were only two people in first class.
“Yuri, how many of the riddles I gave you when you were at Chapel did you solve correctly?”
It was a riddle told at the Beaux-Arts Hall: finding the mistake in the symphony.
“I remember there were three.”
“Yes, you were the best. Even Eden could only solve two puzzles. To be honest, I never thought there would be a rookie who could solve that puzzle. In every objective capacity, you were superior to Eden. That is an undeniable fact.”
But why?
“I also had the same concerns as you in the past. It was when I was studying under Professor Leopold Auer. He announced that he would have only one favorite student, and Yasha and I were on the list. At that time, I was confident. Whether it was objective criteria or my award history, I was confident.
I thought that there was nothing worse than Jascha. At that time, Jascha Heifetz was a rookie among rookies who was not even good at spiccato, although you may not believe it. But in the end, Professor Auer chose Jascha Heifetz.”
The past was reflected in Gustav’s wrinkled eyes.
“I couldn’t accept that fact in my youthful days. I went to Professor Auer’s mansion in the pouring rain. When Professor Auer saw my face, which was all red from being drunk, he said this.”
Gustav frowned for a moment, as if recalling that day.
“You and I are different colors. I was shocked. I thought I was the most talented person, but I couldn’t be with the best leader because of such an unreasonable reason. At the time, I thought it was just a dishonest excuse from a professor who didn’t want to teach me. But as time passed,
“I realized this when I took the leadership position.”
“What are you talking about?”
Gustav smiled strangely without answering. Yuri took a sip of white wine as if to quench his burning thirst. After some time had passed, Gustav slowly began to speak.
“A leader is like a fertile land that can provide nutrients, and those who receive instruction are like delicate flowers. It is a flower language that changes its appearance depending on the soil in which it grows. If you meet violinist Hyun, you will also be able to understand the feelings I felt.”
An empty wine glass caught my eye.
“Looking at you now reminds me of my younger days when I was drenched in heavy rain.”
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“Hyeon, can you please look at me too?”
The problem was that I had to fix the posture of the violinist. I just slightly corrected the posture of one member who had been persistently asking me to do it after watching the Queen Elizabeth documentary, and immediately the tone became richer.
“Chloe, I don’t know much about Viola.”
Violist Chloe looked dejected.
“Okay, but don’t be disappointed.”
Chloe nodded, her freckles fluttering. The viola may look like a violin to the average person, but it is actually a completely different instrument. The deep and resonant range of the sound is something the violin cannot match, and the greater the difference in skill, the clearer the tone becomes. But why?
Zing. Chloe opened her eyes wide.
“Oh, it’s changed!”
Chloe raised her voice without realizing it. It was because the tone of voice was clearly different even though she had just changed her posture a little. When the timid Chloe raised her voice, even the members who had not been paying attention to her started to hurry to her. Even Michael, who played the small drum, was shaking his drumsticks.
Don’t you ask me to fix the way I catch it, that’s beyond my ability!
“Hmm, how should I explain this?”
Cellist Emanuel stroked his bald head as if he were a detective.
“The word ‘absolute pitch’ is an understatement, it’s something that even Mozart would be unable to achieve if he came back to life!”
I didn’t know what was going on either.
I just changed those who had been in a fixed posture their whole lives as I saw them. Their faces were all flushed red. Just like when they first picked up an instrument. I was also bewildered. Who would have thought that my ability would be applicable to cello, viola, and contrabass?
go.
“Hand of the Muse!”
He shouted as if he suddenly remembered Emmanuel. It seemed like a nickname taken from the hand of Midas, but he smiled as if he was very satisfied.
That was when.
“Hyun, look at me for a sec.”
Maestro Spencer appears.
“Do you want to do something radical?”
Spencer nodded briefly.
“Hyeon, I don’t want to start your first collaboration in a dry manner. Besides, this is your home country. Don’t feel burdened, and think only of the audience who came to hear your melodies. For them, your first stage will be an eternal memory.”
It was an unexpected offer.
It was a great honor to be on stage for the London Symphony Orchestra’s encore. When I couldn’t speak easily, Spencer spoke first.
“How about decorating the stage like Paganini?”
“yes?”
Spencer gave a strange smile.
“So that it can be deeply remembered by everyone.”
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The image I saw in the mirror was completely unfamiliar. It’s not that I’ve never worn a tuxedo in my past life, but I’ve never worn one when I was this young. The members were busy shouting at me that I was cute, but no matter how I looked at it, I just looked like a little penguin.
dripping.
Just then there was a knock.
“Hyun, do you have a minute?”
Cold eyes stared straight at me.
“Yes, it’s okay.”
It was Dmitry who never spoke to me before. I thought he was someone I would never be able to become close with, but seeing him come to see me right before the performance, I guess that wasn’t necessarily the case.
“Aren’t you nervous right before the performance?”
Of course, it wasn’t like I wasn’t shaking at all. But.
“I’m more excited than nervous, just holding the bow.”
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Dmitry made a strange expression. “Hyun, the first time I performed with an orchestra was when I was twenty-five. That was over ten years ago, but back then, my heart was pounding so hard that I was worried I might collapse on stage.”
Dmitry was so cold-blooded that his expression didn’t change. Did he know how to get nervous?
“I finally felt at peace only after I went into a warehouse where no one came and screamed loudly. It was an ordeal for a Russian bachelor to play the violin in front of thousands of people. My heart still beats wildly when I play the violin in front of an audience. Every time I do that, I feel like I’m going to die.”
“Go into an empty warehouse and empty it out.”
Now I understand. The reason Dmitry came to see me. He came to relieve my tension in case I was feeling uneasy. It was the conductor’s job to think about the condition of the members and even the collaborators.
“Hyeon, what do you think of the violin?”
“I think it is a living soul. Even if it is the same violin, the legato, spiccato, and trill sound like completely different melodies depending on who plays it.”
“So, how is your violin today?”
I stared silently at the old case containing the illusion.
“Well, what do you think?”
Dmitry smiled faintly, a smile he had never seen before.
“I, like the Maestro, did not believe in the existence of prodigies, but after meeting you for the past few days, my opinion has changed. I came here to ease your mind, but instead, I ended up getting comfort in my body and mind. I will wait for you on the encore stage. Show the audience clearly.”
Dmitry left, speaking quietly in Russian.
“The world of the present.”
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The Seoul Arts Center Concert Hall is packed with people from early evening.
The auditorium was packed to capacity. Has there ever been such a large audience since the concert hall was built? Here and there, wealthy domestic figures were seen, and there were also world-renowned masters. The most excited were none other than the broadcasting stations and reporters.
It was the first time that a world-class orchestra had performed. It was natural for their eyes to shine. Soon, the once bustling audience became quiet.
Because the orchestra appeared.
Tension settled in under the soft lighting as dark clouds gathered.
As the conductor appeared, the members all stood up from their seats with thunderous applause. Spencer, with deep eyes, saluted the audience. Spencer immediately turned around and faced the members. Didn’t they all have burning eyes? It was as if they had finished preparing everything.
Beethoven’s recycling was the theme of the internal combustion.
Someone did,
Beethoven’s symphonies are said to be indecipherable.
Since each conductor has a different disposition, the direction of the piece is bound to change. Beethoven’s piece was the center of the story. While some say that the musical symbols should be interpreted as they are, others say that they should be considered in accordance with the characteristics of the orchestra. What about the tempo?
The breath that starts the piece is not clearly indicated, so it varies from conductor to conductor. In this respect, the beginning of the London Symphony was like thunder.
Drumroll!
In an instant, the baton swung powerfully through the air.
Beethoven’s Symphony Fate.
Dozens of instruments began to make sounds simultaneously in time with the movement of the thin, slender baton. The members moved in unison to the movement of the baton, which indicated the tempo, rhythm, and even the direction of the melody. A series of melodies that sounded like thunder, just like the powerful movement of the fingertips.
Drumroll!
It was a sound that naturally made the phrase, “It lives up to its reputation,” come out. Can’t you feel the conductor’s power and the orchestra’s vitality? The audience held their breath at the melody that resonated continuously as if giving a shock. They were captivated by the ensemble’s continuous flow, without a moment’s rest.
I had to do it.
Breathing without a single flaw, as if a giant musical instrument was being played.
Beethoven Symphony Chorus.
It was a performance that ran from the fate of the symphony to the chorus in one go. It was definitely a great decision, considering that the world’s top symphony orchestras do not easily use Beethoven’s symphonies as part of their repertoire. It is a piece that is famous to the public, but is equally difficult to satisfy the audience.
only.
Crunch!
Everyone was wringing their hands together as they felt a thrill run through their bodies. Free, schoner Gotterfunken! Gotterfunken!
O joy, oh joy, beautiful flame of the gods! O beautiful flame of the gods!
The audience burst into awe at the choir’s shouts at the end of the second act. The thunderous voices from the soprano to the tenor were in perfect harmony with the thunder of the orchestra. Everyone in the concert hall felt their hearts pounding without stopping.
The last encore,
The members were all ready and straightening their postures. The audience looked at the conductor’s fingertips with flushed faces. However, the soloist was nowhere to be seen. However, the orchestra was not shaken at all. As the soloist continued to not appear, an unknown murmur filled the hall.
That was it. That moment when the murmuring gradually grew louder.
Jiing―!
The bow pressed hard against the strings and the melody began to resonate, right in the center of the auditorium.
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