# 507
The Legend of Return
Chapter 507. Mad Genius (3)
‘Who?’
Eun Yeo-hyun, who was sitting in front of the piano with her head lowered, suddenly raised her head at the sound of a man’s voice beside her.
It was a moment when I couldn’t control my heart.
Eun Yeo-hyeon gave up a lot to play this one song.
Born in the United States as a second-generation immigrant, she was called a piano prodigy.
From an early age, he excelled at the piano and won numerous prizes at the US Junior Competition.
From Bach of Baroque to Mozart Beethoven of Classicism.
He played Chopin and Wagner of romanticism without difficulty.
Following the teachings of Debussy, the master of modern music, he knew how to use innovative rhythm and harmony based on his instincts and senses.
He was so famous in the U.S. that he was invited to the Juilliard School as a full-year scholarship student.
Eun Yeo-hyeon, a genius pianist who has performed several times with orchestras conducted by world-renowned masters.
However, her fate as a pianist was changed by a single piano performance.
The second coming of Beethoven suddenly appeared like a storm in the classical world a few years ago.
I heard some rumors, but at first I didn’t think much of it and ignored it.
I thought it was no big deal, as normal people are mistaken for.
Many of the words following rumors were dismissed as exaggerated expressions.
But that was Eun Yeo-hyeon’s misunderstanding.
Eun Yeo-hyeon believed that she was a genius.
Arrogant enough to pierce the sky, she collapsed in her seat while listening to the rumored piano performance of Beethoven’s second coming.
Even though it was a video that she checked through a normal cell phone video, not a smartphone, she could clearly see it.
It was the piano performance of the gods that could not be heard on earth.
The melodies that bounce off the keys one by one and then flow again like a shallow water path, chasing after the strong current.
The beautiful hand movements on the piano keys that no ordinary person dares to imitate were a surprise itself.
Eun Yeo-hyeon urgently found Beethoven’s second coming.
I searched the Internet and got information that I was attending university in Korea.
I tried to contact him to see him even once, but it was never easy.
Even though I visited Korea in person, I was unable to meet him.
When the meeting continued to fail, Eun Yeo-hyeon gave up the Juilliard School of Music and entered Hankuk University, where Beethoven’s Second Advent is attending.
She was the one who would go all-in once she fell in love.
A winner of a world-renowned competition, she was easily accepted through the special admissions process for foreigners.
As soon as he entered the school, he inquired at the school and found him.
When I heard that he was a law student, I ran excitedly, but I couldn’t meet him.
Seeing him was as difficult as picking stars from the sky.
Even law students were not aware of his attendance at school.
The other way to meet him was personal information, and the assistant did not tell him.
At the time of repeated disappointment, Reichert, the piano department advisor, handed me a piece of music.
The professor knew that Eun Yeo-hyeon’s admission was because of Beethoven’s second coming.
The sheet music Professor Reichert handed over was a song played by Beethoven at the Second Coming.
The sheet music was in her hands.
Eun Yeo-hyun was moved.
I stood in front of the piano holding sheet music.
My heart was beating like crazy.
Eun Yeo-hyeon, who has played all the songs tolerably, was inflated with anticipation for the first time in a long time.
I immediately challenged myself to play.
However, the sheet music the professor handed over plunged Eun Yeo-hyeon into a deep despair she had never experienced before.
I thought that if I had a sheet music for a song I was new to, I would be able to play it with my own skills.
But that was a huge delusion.
It was not a problem to interpret and play the song, albeit clumsily.
But at some point, my fingers stopped dancing on the keyboard.
The difficulty of the notes drawn on the sheet music required more skill than the technique shown so far.
Even the genius Eun Yeo-hyeon demanded a high level of skill that could not be easily imitated.
In addition, the notes flowing in the score required extreme emotional sympathy, interpretation, and expression.
No matter how genius he was, he was not at a level that Eun Yeo-hyeon, who was still young, could handle.
A panorama of sadness, despair, joy, joy, hot desire, and cold reason was contained in the sheet music.
Above all else, Eun Yeo-hyeon, who was so good at interpreting songs that her specialty was reading the composer’s emotions, was distressed.
My head interpreted it and I knew the meaning of the song I wanted to convey, but I couldn’t understand it with my heart.
Professor Reichert only played it once.
However, Professor Reichert’s performance was not yet perfect either.
I could barely interpret the song and finish it without stopping halfway.
His piano playing alone made Eun Yeo-hyeon shed tears.
Professor Reichert advised me to look at the open sky and feel the wind to interpret the song more deeply.
He said that he did the same and read the emotions of this song and got a response.
Eun Yeo-hyeon felt ashamed for the first time.
Even so, I took the shame and sat down at the piano placed in the square of the art school.
The splendid reputation he had accumulated over the years had no meaning in front of this song.
The piano at the center of the art school symbolizes the music school.
Thanks to regular maintenance and tuning, the sound was clear.
It’s not a grand piano that I usually play, but thanks to the advantage of the open space, the sound was clear and wide.
As the professor advised, I started playing the piano while looking at the Korean autumn sky.
Looking at the flowing clouds, I played while thinking of the notes drawn on the sheet music as if they were flowing.
Every once in a while, I felt the wind passing through my hair.
I put the emotions that I felt like that in the piano melody.
The notes filled in my head flowed out of my fingertips as beautiful melodies.
The only thing left was to jump over the blocked wall in this wide space.
Technical skills were also mastered to some extent.
But…
the moment the dance moves of the fingertips tapping the keyboard reached the climax, emotions were twisted.
A state of absolute joy that humans cannot experience.
Eun Yeo-hyeon, who has never experienced love, is unable to express the limit of emotion.
The twisted emotions couldn’t find their place, as if they weren’t allowed to play anymore.
And despair and hope at the same time.
“Beethoven!”
Eun Yeo-hyeon lifted her head and looked at the man, then involuntarily shouted.
The man standing with his back to the autumn sunlight was clearly the second coming of Beethoven that she had been looking for so long.
She remembered the name Jang Tae-san clearly.
I also saw his face on the list of Olympic medalists.
The geek, who is said to appear unexpectedly from time to time as if on a picnic at school, now appeared in front of my eyes.
“Beethoven is in the world of the gods~.”
The man threw a joke at Eun Yeo-hyeon’s outburst and laughed.
“Ah…”
Eun Yeo-hyeon tasted the shock of his heart pounding and falling at his soft smile.
The real thing is many times nicer than the picture.
The soft aura that emanated subtly matched well with his smile.
To Eun Yeo-hyeon, who was sitting in the chair, he looked tall like a tall man.
“If you decline… shall we just go?”
“no!!!”
Embarrassed, he told her that he was just leaving.
Eun Yeo-hyeon jumped up from her seat and waved her hand.
I could never miss this unbelievable dreamlike moment.
If he said he would just go on like this, I had to cling to him at least by the crotch of his trousers.
“what? who is this?”
“What is that man? Music student? well done!”
“I don’t think you are an art student?”
“It’s like a reserve station. Your hair is short.”
“Your face is so young?”
“That man… that’s right! Jang Tae-san!”
At that time, one of the whispering art students shouted loudly.
An art student in the class of ’08 who remembers Jang Tae-san, who swept through the arts college in his freshman year.
Looking at Jang Tae-san, who took part in an art class at the time, I remembered that the seniors talked behind her back.
As expected, he was the most handsome man in Korea University, unchanged even after two years.
“Jang Tae-san?”
“I’ve heard this name a lot…”
“Hey! Could it be that the law student Jang Tae-san the seniors were talking about?”
“who? you know what?”
“You have that crazy genius! A law student who panicked not only his seniors but also his professors with his violin and piano!”
“ah! that’s right!”
“What on earth is going on? They say it’s hard to see at school…”
“As rumor has it, he’s really handsome…”
Only then did the music students figure out the identity of the man standing next to the piano.
The proportion of female students in art colleges was significantly higher than that of male students.
Seeing the man suddenly step up onto the stage, the female students from the College of Music and the College of Art stomped their feet.
“Sit down!”
“Are you going to play?”
“Quick, take out your smartphone!”
Pababat.
Smartphone video shooting started in various places around the stage.
And…..
Dung!
One of the low notes of the piano rang out with a heavy, deep sound.
***
“It’s still a long way…..”
Reichert, who was listening to Yeohyun Eun’s piano performance with her eyes closed in the professor’s office, felt sorry for her.
The performance of the young pianist, who had heard the sound of genius, was not enough.
No matter who sees it, the song interpretation and performance skills are lacking.
It failed to stimulate important emotions or resonate with the heart.
The technique was mimicking to some extent, but it was not able to perfectly digest the performance format given in the song.
“Whew.”
Reichert let out a long sigh.
The sheet music given by Jang Tae-san, which is still an unfinished challenge.
Not only Eun Yeo-hyeon, but herself had not yet been able to perform a song with perfection.
The score itself was a surprise as it contained the unique characteristics intact enough to be said to be the true unfinished work of the malignant Beethoven.
The harmonization of chords and chords that only crazy geniuses can create was shocking.
Beethoven, an immortal musician who endured countless trials and sufferings.
Unless he returns to the human world, no one will be able to reproduce this song perfectly.
It was not an easy piece to play that much.
It made Reichert’s mind to return to his homeland completely folded.
I spent countless hours just looking at sheet music and playing like crazy.
The more he played, the more he led Reichert, a well-known pianist, into the pit of despair.
The more I played, the more I realized my own shortcomings.
It took over a year just to master the technique expressed in the song.
I was frustrated countless times because if I made the mistake of missing the rhythm just a little bit, the emotional connection would soon be cut off.
Rich chords were contained in infinite repetition, breathlessly breathing in thin lines.
The moment the sound was disengaged, the tower of emotions that had been built up like an illusion disappeared like a mirage.
Now, two years later, I’ve reached a level where I can barely play to the end.
Even so, the inherent meaning of the song was only at the level of formal performance without daring to interpret it.
It was impossible to put emotion into the song.
It contained the essence of joy, anger, sorrow, and the five desires and seven emotions, as they say in the East.
If the composure of mind is disturbed even a little bit, he gets caught up in a whirlpool of emotions during the performance and is quickly swept away in a different direction.
The moment I came to my senses, the performance was already stopped or the flow was broken.
“Where the hell is that crazy genius guy now? Even if I contacted him saying that he wanted to see me, he couldn’t see me…”
Law student Jang Tae-san is the only person I know who can play.
When I handed over the sheet music, he played the song only once.
I sent love calls countless times like a person suffering from fever of first love, but there was no response at all.
Being a young entrepreneur, I knew very well that he would be very busy.
One law professor who had a relationship with him even said that Jang Tae-san was a monster.
“Haa… I’m sorry.”
Reichert opened his eyes and looked at the sky through the window with a sad heart.
Tiri-ring~ Hard~ Tiri-ri-ri-ring~♬.
At that moment, the sound of the crazy genius piano playing I heard before came in like a fantasy.
The harmony was free, as if there were no restrictions of space.
Just like playing a real piano…..
“!!!”
Reichert came to his senses with his eyes shining.
This was no fantasy.
A chord that gets more and more
intense.
“Heavenly joy!”
It was the sheet music Reichert had seen so many times that he could still draw it with his eyes closed.
Even if you listen to it again, it was not music that humans could embody.
Chords of joy that lead listeners to heaven.
There was no pianist in the world who could throw celestial chords into this empty space without hesitation.
The flow of the song, which is impossible to express in words, with a feeling of speed and lightness.
It was as if the chords that had to be made at extreme speeds, created by the fingers running on the keyboard, were running through space.
A celestial hymn, at least enough to give a glimpse into the world of the gods.
ears wide open
As if entering a vacuum tube, the cascade of chords continuously pounding in my head drove all the blood flowing through my body at a furious speed.
It was crazy.
It was a terrible pleasure.
My body trembled with pleasure as if the blood vessels in my body were about to burst.
It was not the desire of a lowly human who raises his head at night.
The joy of flying leisurely on clouds above the clear blue sky and riding the wind again!
I threw away all the heavy things and became a free spirit and flew in the sky.
The crystallization of innocence, without a single hem of clothing, but without feeling any shame.
Unparalleled heavenly freedom!
It even gave rise to the illusion that he had turned his back on the oppressed human world and became a god.
Both hands were tightly clenched.
T-D-D-D-DID D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-T
I could hear the sound of a clear stream running parallel to the road where only the gods strolled.
It seemed as if the dregs of latent emotions were piled up at the bottom and were all being washed away.
Sonata, which whirled freely through the sky and the earth, was passing its climax before I knew it.
Everyone in the audience shed two streams of tears and smiled on their lips.
It fit so well with the title ‘Heavenly Joy’.
shiver.
Reichert, too, couldn’t control his emotions and shed tears.
Beethoven descended and brought infinite joy to humans.
The chords created by simple notes resonated with a free spirit.
Follow me~ Tidang~ Tiririririririring~ ♫ Douuuung!♬…..
Then, the celestial festival slowly came to an end.
“….omg. Huh.”
Reichert let out all at once the breath he had been holding in, as if he had escaped from being seized by an inexpressible, terrible pleasure.
Tears flowed down my cheeks again at the uncontrollable pleasure.
This moment as if I was addicted to a drug that I couldn’t get out of.
“Come on, Jang Tae-san! Jang Tae-saaaaaaaan!”
ride on.
Without warning, Reichert frantically ran outside, clutching his heart that had been shot in joy.
A mad genius had to be caught before he escaped school.
once again!
I really wanted to taste the celestial pleasures created by the gods one more time.
