The Coma Patient Was a Musical Genius

The Coma Patient Was a Music Genius

Episode 012

December 22nd.

As we turned the corner, we saw a crowd of people.

My friends who were in class 7 in the 6th grade.

And some of them are said to be my close personal friends, but from my perspective now, I’m not sure.

I couldn’t tell who was in the same class as me and who was my close personal friend.

Before I even got close enough, my friends noticed my gaze and began to greet me with bright colors.

“Yu, it’s Yoo Hye-seong!”

“Hey, Hey!”

“Hey, are you okay? By the way, when did you get so tall?”

“Wow, your face is still very handsome.”

He smiled and waved his hand.

Fortunately, it seems like this has been the case often since the beginning.

This smile is still the same, and I see them laughing among themselves.

“It’s been a while, everyone.”

He said while looking at his friends.

How many people are there? There were so many.

I lived well.

It was also fortunate that it was winter vacation at the time.

“Is this kid crying?”

“… Oh, no!”

“Still, really, really….”

Some even had tears in their eyes.

Well, after thinking about it for a while.

I approached him and tapped him on the shoulder.

“I came back like this, is there anything to cry about? Congratulate me.”

“… … Hehe, really.”

Some people used to tease others.

“When you were in elementary school, you liked Hyesung….”

“shut up!”

“And you liked it too.”

“Oh, why are you talking about that now?”

I guess you were popular with the opposite sex.

Since it was the same in my previous life, I wasn’t particularly moved or anything.

‘Should I be honest?’

I don’t remember you guys.

From my friends’ perspective right now, of course they wouldn’t know.

Because I never told anyone outside of my family about the aftereffects of partially losing my memory.

But the atmosphere is still friendly and there are no problems, so I wondered if it was necessary to reveal it.

‘oh.’

As I looked around,

I also saw quite a few familiar faces.

Yeah, let’s just not reveal it.

If you say that some people remember and some people don’t, they might feel upset for no reason, and that’s a bit like that.

“Oh, what’s with the piano playing in your YouTube videos? You’re really good at it.”

“Crazy! It has 2 million views now.”

“This is awesome….”

First of all, I don’t know the names or faces of these three friends in front of me right now.

He just smiled and nodded.

After a while, we moved to a different location.

Since there were a lot of people, we made a reservation for a restaurant in advance.

“Hey, it’s been a while since we’ve met like this, so it feels like we’ve gone back to elementary school.”

“… I was in the 6th grade back then, but now I’m about to become a high school student.”

“Time flies so fast.”

Well, actually, that’s what I thought.

Aren’t you going to get along with your friends now?

Now that I’ve remembered my past life, my mental age will be different.

Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case.

It was a lot more fun than I expected.

“This is a congratulatory gift~”

“Hahaha, look at Hyesung laughing again.”

“Are you taking good videos?”

“Take a look here too.”

This was definitely not because I was the main character. It really was.

“By the way, what did you do after you were discharged from the hospital?”

“Wow, but Yoo Hye-sung is really handsome.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

I nodded and answered the first question.

From playing on Nodeul Island to filming .

Then, my friends were shocked.

“Hey, you even filmed the broadcast?”

“… So are you a celebrity now?”

“That’s what I told you. Why are you playing the piano with that face?”

“You were good at playing the piano, too.”

“Oh, that’s true, but when I think of piano at our school, the kid that comes to mind is… ah, that, that’s big.”

Um, is that the guy Hae-hu? I’ll ask him later.

I was thinking of asking this question here anyway.

Let’s enjoy this for now.

“Oh, wait a minute! When you become more famous, won’t we not be able to meet like this?”

“…What the heck?!”

“Hey, crazy. Hurry up and get my autograph.”

In an instant, several pieces of paper were placed in front of me.

There were children who handed me back-of-the-house papers, school books, unidentifiable pieces of paper, and even bags.

“… Hey! I was just joking with the bag. What if I really try to sign it?”

I see.

Now the mood is slowly settling down.

It’s time to ask what I was curious about earlier.

‘hmm.’

I don’t know his last name, but it was certain that Hae-hu was not here.

Because when we talked to each other, we never heard that name before.

Then weren’t we in the same class? But there are a few kids here who aren’t in the same class.

“Where is Hae-hu?”

At that moment.

“… … .”

“… … .”

The atmosphere became strange.

The conversation suddenly stopped.

They were quickly exchanging glances among themselves, but given the circumstances…

“Sea, sea after that, ah! I’m busy.”

“That’s right, he said he couldn’t come because he was busy. He was practicing the piano.”

It seemed like Hae-hoo and I weren’t on good terms.

Well, if we were close, we would have been here a long time ago.

“I see.”

But, why do I have to keep being on bad terms with someone I don’t even remember?

So he smiled and said.

“Tell him I miss him.”

December 25th.

X-mas.

The elevator I was in continued to rise. Towards Sky Dining.

The family was just looking around, but given the location, it seemed like they were all trying hard to be formal.

The elevator door opened, and the first thing I saw was….

“Wow, awesome… .”

“…awesome.”

“Shhh, we come to places like this often.”

It was a night view of downtown Seoul that was reminiscent of constellations. Spread out beyond the glass windows.

While my family was absorbed in the night view of Seoul, my eyes were drawn elsewhere.

‘oh.’

A musician in a tuxedo in front of a piano.

I was playing a piece that suited the atmosphere here, and when I saw this genre, I heard something… .

Ah. Jazz.

This time I barely remembered.

I was able to enjoy it with interest because it was a genre that didn’t exist during the time I was active.

“Is this you, Bongjae Yoo, who made a reservation at 8pm?”

We followed the staff’s instructions and sat down. We didn’t need to order anything.

Since it was a place that operated 100% by reservation, they prepared everything right away.

“Ahem.”

“greatness….”

“Ahem.”

Mother, father, uncle.

The three of them make a variety of coughing sounds.

An awkward atmosphere hung over the table.

I found it a little funny while watching.

‘By the way.’

After the elevator door opened and I sat down, no one recognized me.

It seems like it would have been difficult to become very famous through YouTube videos.

Well, it would have been arrogant to assume that everyone would recognize me just because of that.

It was good anyway.

To me, fame was like a thread for embroidery.

You will foolishly follow along.

There was no need to rush, just wait calmly.

‘Come to think of it, will also be aired in three days.’

When that happens, what?

With that thought in mind, I listened to the jazz melody again. I closed my eyes tightly and enjoyed it.

Jazz arrangement of Christmas carols.

Of course, it’s an interesting genre.

Irregular swing rhythms are especially bad.

As I delved a little deeper, my toes began to move on their own, like pedaling to the beat.

The tips of your feet are repeatedly lifting off the floor and then touching it.

I also enjoyed this kind of experimental rhythm in my previous life. The freedom in the music created by subtly lengthening and shortening each note.

“Okay~”

My mother’s voice was overlaid on top of the jazz melody.

“The carol was rearranged into a jazz version.”

“The free beat and swing rhythm are really fun.”

“As expected, Hyeseong was listening too.”

The conversation continued after this, and since my mother also majored in piano, there were parts where we could communicate well.

For a while, intellectuals shared their thoughts like that.

“… … It’s so nice to have a conversation like this with Hye-seong.”

There was deep emotion in his voice.

Since my father and uncle didn’t major in piano, I guess there wasn’t anyone I could have such in-depth conversations with.

“So, it was a good decision to come here, wasn’t it?”

“Oh, really… .”

When I first suggested we go to ‘Sky Dining’, my mother stubbornly refused.

But now he just laughed as if it was ridiculous and accepted it obediently.

“Yeah, that’s right. I guess it was a good decision to come.”

“Right? I told you, I wasn’t trying to propose here for no reason.”

My father interrupted me out of context. My mother and I looked at each other and burst out laughing.

The performance is over.

The performer stood up, perhaps intending to take a short break.

Then, by chance, our eyes met… .

“… … !”

At that moment, the performer’s eyes opened wide.

Apparently, the young man had seen the video of me playing. It made sense. If you play the piano, you can’t just ignore it.

The eye contact became longer.

The young man was staring at me as if he had forgotten that I was a performer.

And in that gaze, I could see great earnestness.

Well, that would be fun.

My hands were just starting to twitch at that moment.

He smiled in affirmation.

The young man nodded his head for a moment after standing there blankly.

Soon, she approached the man in the suit with an urgent look on her face and started talking.

He seemed to be the manager of the restaurant.

“why?”

My uncle asked.

I said as I was watching the situation unfold.

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

The manager finally arrived at our location about 10 minutes later.

There was also a young man next to him.

“I heard that this guy is a top student at the music school and is playing here for a while. He plays better than the pianists… .”

You have listening ears.

“So, by any chance… .”

“sure.”

gladly.

The family looked on in bewilderment.

I got up, said I was going to go, and headed towards the stage.

‘hmm.’

I stood on a low platform and looked out over the gentle scenery of the restaurant.

Everyone looks so busy chatting that they don’t even notice anything.

I didn’t even notice that the pianist had changed.

‘What song should I play?’

While I was thinking, I tapped the keys with my raised index finger. Since I was tapping lightly with my fingernail, it made a tick-tick-tick sound.

I think so.

Good performance is not something that is set in stone.

Playing according to the situation.

At the end, a decision was made.

He placed his fingers gently over the keyboard.

―Jingle Bell, Jazz Arrangement.

Jingle Bells, improvised jazz arrangement.

―Jingle Bell, Jazz Arrangement.

Jingle Bells, improvised jazz arrangement.

The moment the performance began.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared at the stage as if in a trance.

And there it is.

“… … .”

“… … .”

PD Seo Kyo-il, casting director, and writer Park Eun-kyung were also included.

“……to?”

Author Eun-kyung Park was left speechless.

Appearance: He’s much more handsome than the child actors I saw at auditions.

He plays much better than the majors.

Where did that kid suddenly appear?

‘I searched through all the preparatory schools in the country, but it definitely wasn’t there?’

Even the boy didn’t show any sign of nervousness and was full of composure throughout the performance.

A light brighter than the night view began to sparkle in writer Park Eun-kyung’s eyes.

“…What is that?”

“and….”

Producer Seo Kyo-il and the caddy also expressed their admiration as if they agreed. Writer Park Eun-kyung nodded firmly.

“… This is fate.”

“Oh, casting? You want me to say it right here?”

“Let’s just say hello briefly. And then let me tell you the date of our meeting.”

But, unfortunately.

What came back a moment later was the boy’s firm answer.

“no.”

“!”

… … was rejected.