The Coma Patient Was a Musical Genius

The Coma Patient Was a Music Genius

Episode 013

8:27 p.m.

Elevator going up to ‘Sky Dining’.

“The three of us will really be spending Christmas together.”

“So you don’t like it?”

“What are you talking about? If you didn’t like it, you wouldn’t have asked to go in the first place.”

Author Park Eun-kyung grumbled.

The casting director, ahem, coughed awkwardly.

“Even so, I’ve had a blind date every Christmas.”

“This time?”

“This year… because of the writer?”

“Oh my.”

PD Seo Kyo-il intervened.

“You can always go on a blind date, but you can’t always come to a place like this.”

“… You can always go on a blind date?”

“That’s not true.”

The elevator door opened.

As expected, the night view of Seoul unfolded.

The casting director was impressed.

“… Can I come here again next year without going on a blind date?”

“Okay, fine. But you’ll have to take my shit again.”

“Oh, that’s a bit… .”

Meanwhile, a waiter approached us politely.

“Ms. Eun-kyung Park, are you sure you have a reservation for 8:30 PM?”

“yes~”

“I will take you this way.”

The three of them sat down as instructed.

Thanks to Park Eun-kyung’s care, the location was good.

Right next to it, a window seat with a night view.

Jazz music flows softly.

A musician wearing a tuxedo sat in front of the piano, playing a Christmas carol in a jazzy manner.

“Really, … the atmosphere is really good. I should take a lot of pictures. When will I come back again?”

“You’ll come with me again next year, right?”

“… … .”

PD Seo Kyo-il laughed out loud.

“I’ll leave for now. I’m planning to come here with my lover next year.”

“What about lovers.”

As the conversation continued, the piano melody that had been playing continuously stopped. It seemed like it was taking a short break.

Soon, when I looked back at the stage, a new performer was sitting at the piano.

“…?”

He was a boy who looked to be in his teens.

But strangely enough, I felt an extraordinary aura from the way he was holding his playing position.

A sense of experience that cannot be felt in teenagers.

Since Eun-kyung Park had met many students from various middle and high schools, she could definitely feel the difference.

And, above all,

“…Wow, he’s really handsome. How can his face be so white?”

“You’re not even good at playing music, are you?”

Author Park Eun-kyung picked and laughed.

“I looked through all the art high schools and middle schools in the country to the point where I even know the skill rankings of piano majors in their teens. How is that…?”

Meanwhile, the boy’s fingers landed gently on the keyboard.

―Jingle Bell, Jazz Arrangement.

Jingle Bells, improvised jazz arrangement.

The moment the first note sounded, Eun-kyung Park’s head went blank.

“how…….”

It got worse and worse.

“… … Ge?”

“…What is that?”

“and….”

PD Seo Kyo-il and the casting director were also so busy exclaiming in admiration that they couldn’t say anything.

It wasn’t just them.

“… … .”

“… … .”

The hands of the guests who were sharpening their knives suddenly become stiff.

The motion of bringing the fork to my mouth stops in mid-air.

A subtle ripple ripples across the wine glasses he was holding.

The lovers hold each other’s hands tightly.

The old gentleman at the table across from him adjusts his glasses and leans his head forward.

The waiter just stands there blankly, forgetting what he was serving.

And the original music student performer’s lips parted in awe.

As the emotions of Christmas and the melodies of carol jazz intertwined, each person’s own story blossomed in their heart.

Someone reminisced about a page from their youth, and a strange emotion filled the eyes of the old gentleman as he reminisced about the past.

A satisfying smile finally appeared.

There were also those who looked to the future rather than the past.

The young lovers look at each other with moist eyes, as if promising happy days ahead.

Finally, there were those who looked at the present.

“… … .”

“… … .”

It was Yoo Bong-jae and Bae Myeong-seon.

They took in their son’s gaze at this moment, not in a coma, and then looked at each other in silence.

Yoo Bong-jae smiled awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

I was sorry. I had planned to propose here, but I ended up coming here only now.

Bae Myeong-seon ended up smiling faintly with slightly reddened eyes.

“… This is fate.”

And, writer Park Eun-kyung was also captivated by the boy at this moment.

“I apologize for suddenly coming to you during your meal, but I am afraid it may be rude to talk to you.”

A woman with curly hair came to the table.

He introduces himself as a drama writer, but I don’t know who he is.

“Hey, you want to cast Hye-seong?”

“…Writer Eun-kyung Park?”

However, judging from the family’s reactions, he seemed to be a famous person.

Next to him, the PD and the caddy were also showing a respectful attitude.

I guess he was sorry for coming in the middle of a meal, but after hearing the circumstances, I understood.

“Oh, and the performance was really crazy! Did you see the reactions of the people here? I did too, but as soon as the performance started, everyone just froze in place… … .”

While author Eun-kyung Park was giving a passionate speech, I was lost in thought for a moment.

hmm.

If I appeared in a work by a star writer, it would be a great help to my fame.

There was absolutely no reason to be negative.

No, rather, it was positive.

Since a long time ago, I have enjoyed the public’s hot interest, enthusiasm, and attention.

There is nothing more enjoyable than that.

but….

‘Why now?’

“Oh, actually, it hasn’t been reported yet, but we’ve cast Inwoo this time.”

“!”

“That’s why. I really want Hye-seong to appear as Lee In-woo’s childhood character in the currently being prepared .”

Lee In-woo. One of the top male actors in Korea.

This time, the memory remained faintly.

“The male protagonist is a pianist, right? He has had incredible talent since he was young, but he has a sad story.”

“I’ll just say it straight. No one in this world would fit this role better than Hyesung. The looks, the vibe, the playing skills, the composure, just everything!”

First of all, he looked overflowing with confidence.

Is it because he’s a star writer?

“Oh, this story has gotten long. You’re eating. Well, I guess I’ll go now…”

Author Park Eun-kyung nodded and then said, ‘Oh my.’

“I haven’t heard back yet. As I said earlier, we don’t have much time right now, so how can we meet tomorrow…?”

My family looked at me.

If it had been my first father, Adam List, he would have consented unilaterally.

My current parents weren’t like that.

They were the people who valued my opinion the most.

I feel grateful for my parents’ consideration.

“no.”

He expressed his refusal.

“?!”

“No, you say?”

If we are to talk about the basis of my judgment today, we must go back to an event that occurred in 1823.

At that time, Paris, France was emerging as the center of culture and arts in Europe.

It was in my early 20s, when I first settled down there.

Paris, 1823.

As it was a center of culture and arts, not just any performer could go around performing.

Most musicians were poor and constantly struggled to make a living.

Skipping dinner was common, and in winter, we endured the cold with just a few blankets.

In those days, it was considered normal for musicians in Paris to have a side job outside of music.

-… This can’t be happening!

But, it wasn’t me.

-Wow, your playing is amazing. I heard you’re a newbie musician who just came to Paris.

-What is your name?

-Now, how is it possible for you to play like that? Please accept my invitation next time.

-Can you come to our salon?

-I’d like to invite you to my concert too, Franz.

Well, do you need a reason?

At that time, I was still unknown in Paris, but I had already built up a reputation in Hungary and Vienna.

Thanks to this, the letters of introduction he received from Hungary and Vienna came to light, and he was able to perform in various salons in Paris from the beginning.

So, it was only natural that a solo concert under my name would be held in the near future.

First solo concert in Paris.

The cost for my ticket was 5 francs.

Second solo concert.

It was 70 francs.

Third solo concert.

It became 420 francs.

And in the end.

-Franz! Please, just play once in our salon! If that’s too difficult, at least show your face for a moment!

-Oh, I heard the news. The Ottoman Emperor gave a standing ovation and praised you highly.

-The King of Prussia even gave you jewels as a gift?

It became impossible to set a price.

Every concert was sold out, and nobles and royalty would do anything to get a seat.

In this way, my value increased exponentially as my recognition increased.

The treatment was beyond words.

That’s exactly why I often talked about fame.

And now the modern times.

Ahead of the broadcast of .

“I think it would be better to talk about this in three days, not tomorrow.”

“Why, why three days later? Is that the perfect time?”

I was confident.

I’m sure everyone who watched the broadcast would be surprised.

I am confident that this will change your recognition overnight.

Still, it’s stupid to sign a contract tomorrow.

It would be like continuing to give concerts in Paris for five francs.

He answered with a grin.

“Probably, you’ll find out in three days.”

Even if I don’t say it with my own mouth right now, it will naturally reach their ears.

“… … What?”

Pianist Ji Jae-won’s manager was astonished.

“Hey, hey, Jaewon. Think about it again. Huh?”

“If anyone saw me, they’d think I had declared my retirement.”

“How hard it was to earn that title…!”

However, Ji Jae-won seemed to have made up his mind and stared blankly at the floor.

“Yes, that’s why it’s a title I deserve. The very fact that it was earned with difficulty.”

“… … .”

“That’s why I was going to talk about it during the interview today.”

Knock knock, just then a knock rang.

Ji Jae-won went outside and arrived at the interview room.

“First of all, congratulations!”

The interviewer clapped his hands and cue cards.

“Mr. Jaewon! This time, you have become the first Korean to win the Liszt International Competition, earning the title of ‘Korean Franz Liszt’… … .”

Ji Jae-won cut off his words as if he had been waiting for this. This was exactly what he had just promised.

“I’m going to put that title down now.”

“… Yes? How long have you had it?”

“Well, that’s fortunate. It wasn’t that long ago.”

“… … .”

Ji Jae-won let out a complicated voice as he recalled the time of filming.

“Yes, it was a title I was more than worthy of.”

The complicated voice came from the recollection of that day.

But the next smile was from the future.

“This opportunity made me realize how inadequate I am.”

A future that promises growth, not frustration.

“What does this opportunity mean, you know?”

“More than what I’m saying now… Yes. If you watch , you’ll know.”

And then, a few hours later.

The contents of Ji Jae-won’s interview began to be published one after another as articles.

Even more so because the content was quite shocking.

[‘The Classic’ Special, Who on Earth Will Appear? Korea’s Franz Liszt Ji Jae-won Declares He Will Step Down from His Title.]

[Pianist Ji Jae-won, who made him so humble?]

[People are already “bustling” about the special that will be held tomorrow]

[The birth of a performer who surpasses Korea’s Franz Liszt? Hot interest is focused on tomorrow at 7 PM.]

People’s reactions to that were like this.

-It’s a list special, but you say he surpasses Ji Jae-won? ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└Does that make sense? He’s the only winner from Korea.

└Maybe he’s not Korean? Then maybe he’s ‘David Lin’? At this point, there’s no one else who can surpass Ji Jae-won in Liszt’s songs, right?

└I wonder if David Lin will come out here?

-Even the classics attract aggro like this.

└Did Ji Jae-won actually do an interview like that?

└I have to see it tomorrow for sure

-First, put it in neutral. Let’s see tomorrow.

The broadcast was tomorrow.