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Chapter 16 2. What’d I Say (7) After talking with Professor Kim Seojin for quite a while yesterday, I ended the call and spent the entire night thinking about it. Then this morning, Mother practically pushed me out the door and sent me to school again. During first and second period, I was so distracted that I couldn’t remember a single thing the teachers said. I’ve never attended university before, so naturally I don’t understand how the system works. The same goes for Minjun’s…
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Chapter 15 2. What’d I Say (6) On the way home after spending six whole hours hanging out at Minjae hyung’s studio, I felt exhausted but content. Seeing me looking serious and deep in thought the entire trip, Hyunwoo finally asked, “What’s wrong with you?” Rich kids really don’t understand the problems poor people have. “Does it seriously take ten years to debut?” Hyunwoo glanced at my face, then at the people walking past us. Mostly girls sneaking looks at…
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Chapter 14 2. What’d I Say (5) Ten days later, near Sinseol-dong in Seoul. I came here on the weekend with Hyunwoo to meet the producer hyung he had mentioned. After spending about ten days at school, I had gotten somewhat used to the female students charging at me like moths drawn to a flame. Whenever I felt too lazy to respond, I just smiled once. Then the girls would clutch their hearts and stumble backward. In my previous life, I had to use every trick imaginable just to maybe win a…
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Chapter 13 2. What’d I Say (4) The excited bassist and drummer, their faces still flushed, said it felt like a waste to part ways already and suggested grabbing drinks together. I refused, saying there was no way someone in a school uniform should be drinking, and both of them looked disappointed. Seems like they enjoyed what they experienced on stage that much. "Am I crazy? I’m never touching alcohol, cigarettes, or drugs again.’ When I first sang in Minjun’s body during the…
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Chapter 12 2. What’d I Say (3) Violin was not a major subject in applied music departments. It belonged to classical music departments. So Yaeun herself had also majored in classical music. More than ninety percent of Korean music colleges focused on classical studies anyway. Naturally, she preferred elegant and beautiful performances that matched her training. Then one day, she accidentally visited a jazz club with friends and instantly fell in love with the musicians happily performing…
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Chapter 11 2. What’d I Say (2) Woo Yaeun, a violinist now twenty-four years old and in her senior year of university, carefully set down her violin while wiping away sweat. The younger members handling the double bass and drums had gone outside to smoke, leaving only she, a non-smoker, in the waiting room. ‘It’s definitely more than just a small gap in the sound.’ When they first formed the band, she believed every instrument carried equal importance. But now that the piano was…
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Chapter 10 2. What’d I Say (1) “Doesn’t the performance feel a little boring? Or is it just me?” Not long after the trio band began performing, Hyunwoo clicked his tongue in disappointment. The group consisted of a female violinist, a male double bassist, and a male drummer. “I get that every musician has their own preferred scat style, but they keep repeating the same patterns too much.” It looks like, for someone aiming to major in composition, he actually knows how to listen to…
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Chapter 9 1. Hit the Road, Jack (8) Judging by the way he spoke, the shop owner clearly thought: “You just guessed and got lucky, right?” He probably wanted to enjoy watching me stammer awkwardly while trying to cover it up with lies. Come on now. I’m a man over seventy years old. You barely look over fifty. In my previous life, you would’ve been much younger than me. Young enough to be my son. I answered calmly. “You can tell from the beautifully stretched…
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Chapter 8 1. Hit the Road, Jack (7) ‘First, if I want to save Minjun’s family, I need to make money.’ What exactly was this kid thinking? His family situation was already that terrible, and he still wanted to go to university? Well, I understand wanting to chase a dream even while poor. I also started music with absolutely nothing to my name. But back then, I had nobody depending on me. If I starved, I starved alone. If I slept on the streets, I slept there alone. That was…
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Chapter 7 1. Hit the Road, Jack (6) The diary of Song Minjun, a nineteen-year-old by Korean age and eighteen by American age, was rather depressing. While reading it, I noticed the year written on the cover. After searching the bookshelf, I found several older diaries hidden behind the books. After skimming through them, it seemed he had started writing diaries after his father passed away. There were entries about his mother, who used to always smile, becoming exhausted from work, and about…
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