Entertainment: From being a child star to becoming a world star

Walter said with a smile

"Then let me demonstrate it, so just follow it."

After speaking, Walter rested his chin on the chin support and raised his arms.

Then, the silent and calm performance of Debussy's"Moonlight" began.

Leon closed his eyes and enjoyed the melody.

In this movie The most important scene included violin music, so I worked hard to find a violinist with outstanding abilities. Someone who was good but could solve it within the budget.

So I could only choose a character who was a bit ambiguous, but this was what Lyon could do The best choice.

Moreover, the violinist he carefully selected was much better than expected.

"This should be a good painting."

Li Yan showed a knowing smile.

Walter's performance stopped.

"Okay, let’s stop playing here. Do you want to imitate it? First, okay, let's start with Mike."

Because it is the first time to listen to musical instruments at close range, so I am very nervous. My pulse is faint.

It doesn't matter. Relax, relax.

It's not comfortable at all.

Then you can't leave just because you can't do it.

Mike took it drowsily Play the violin

"No, Pose cannot do that. Lean your chin further and raise your arms a little more. Okay, that's it. Remember the movement of my arms? Just do it as you remember."

Mike wanted to cry.

"How can you remember it after just one glance?"

Mike glanced at Leon.

An expression of obvious interest.

There was really nowhere to escape.

"Oh, never mind." Mike, who was excited, closed his eyes and just moved his arms casually.

Am I moving my body?

Is my body moving me? He waved his arms in a selfless state.

Ji-ji-ji-ji-

A strange sound that could not be called a"human voice" sounded in the practice room.

Leon covered his ears in pain, Walter haha! Said with a smile

"Okay, that's it."

Mike was mentally prepared for the bad reviews that were about to come back.

But an unexpected review came back.

"very good. The first and most important thing is to have confidence. Proper playing is secondary"

"Yes, what?"

"And the sincerity can be seen in the actions. It's like blending into the violin. Such an emotional performance touched people's hearts. Looks very talented?"

Liam and Mike's panicked eyes met Walter.

That voice just now... everyone thought it was nonsense.

"The details of each movement must be learned calmly... then."

Walter's eyes met Daoxian.

After a short silence,

"Do Hyun? It's time to play"

"Yes."

Dohyun answered succinctly and picked up the violin.

The only moment Mike, who noticed the tension in this space, swallowed his saliva

"!"

Walter’s eyes widened greatly in shock.

Unlike Mike who just waved his arms casually, the bow moved subtly across the string so as not to hit it.

The issue is

"Isn’t that moonlight?"

As Do-hyun moved, I naturally heard Debussy's"Moonlight" in my mind.

The left hand pressing the strings and the right hand moving the bow.

Everything was playing"Moonlight."

No sound was actually heard. , but the music that Dohyun was playing was clearly played in Walter’s ears.

This was a flawless gesture.

Walter felt a sense of déjà vu from Dohyun’s appearance like this.

It seemed like he had seen it somewhere.…

"ah!"

Boom!

Walter's heart was beating so hard.

Yeah.

Now I understand why I didn't like that kid from the beginning.

That kid always seemed to overlap with someone. Shining brighter than anyone else.

Losing like a meteor shower Got it

"…Zheng Xicheng."

Hehe - the string of the bow was shaved very thickly.

Daoxian froze for an instant.

During this period, Walter was convinced.

Yes, why don't you know?

It's so similar. It

's obviously different, with different appearance, atmosphere, and personality. Too similar.

It brought failure to himself.

A nightmare that made him realize that he was not special!

Walter staggered back.

On the child in front, he saw what the man looked like when he was a child.

At that moment Walter Not in a cold practice room, but in a lounge bustling with teenagers.

"Can you win the championship?"What if I can't even get ranked?"

Maybe it's nervousness and worry, excitement and anticipation.

With that feeling, holding the violin tightly in hand.

What were the children around doing, and he glanced around for no reason.

Then an oriental boy entered Walter's eyes.

The boy was checking the violin with an absent-minded expression, as if he didn't care about anything.

Everyone in the waiting room was shaking with uneasiness, and it was relaxing to be alone.

Because he was so calm, maybe he was out for a walk.

"Are you kidding me?"Why are you so calm?"

Walter wrinkled his eyes dissatisfied. Everyone prepares with sincerity, but I don't like the slouched posture or the magically untied tie.

Walter thought this was a non-serious attitude towards the game.

Unease about the convention further fueled this thinking.

Walter is attracted by a strange sense of justice.

I want to flatten the nose of that Oriental who doesn't even know he has a bad attitude.

Walter waved his arms back and forth, walked to the young man and stood up. The young man who was leaning on the chair did not nod at all when he heard the movement in front of him.

Walt, unhappy with the seeming indifference, stirred up trouble

"Are you here to make a joke?"

No matter what, the boy finally raised his head. His soft brown hair hung down to the side of his forehead. He blinked slowly, just casually.

So Walter became even more excited.

"This is where everyone is really prepared! If you want to make a joke, go back to your country!"

Hearing Walter's words, a boy who raised one eyebrow wrinkled his face.

"What, you guy, you are too noisy, get out of here."

Walter's face turned red from the unexpected abuse. The children around him who seemed to be cheering him on also saw Walter snorting.

"Because you did it so dazzlingly! You yellow monkey!"

With anger, Walter couldn't help but uttered racially oriented words, and was shocked by what he said. But he soon began to rationalize himself.

"To be honest, it’s a yellow monkey, right?"

Walter grew up in a typical white supremacist family. I know this is not something to say openly in front of others, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it.

Walter's words put a look of boredom on the boy's face

"Ah, so annoying."

The boy muttered in a language he didn't understand.

Then he looked at him with eyes full of irritation, which even made him feel annoyed. Tsk, tsk! He smacked his tongue and immediately closed his eyes.

He yelled in anger.

"What to say! Say it in English!"

So, the boy who put his arms behind the backrest squinted his eyes and looked at himself as if he was seeing the most chilling thing in the world. At that moment, the announcement to call the entry number No. 3 rang.

The boy stood up from his seat.

The sudden movement made me retreat involuntarily. Walter felt inexplicably defeated and was in a bad mood.

"You won't get a prize then."

Hearing the murmur that I was told to listen to, the boy's feet stopped. Then he suddenly turned and approached Walter.

"ah."

It was only then that Walter realized that the boy was quite tall. The view from above was very intimidating.

"Ding!"

The boy grabbed Walter's collar. The carefully ironed shirt was wrinkled.

Let me predict something? I will take first place today, and you will go home crying.

Snap.

The boy let go gently.

Then he walked onto the stage. The series of movements were so smooth that Walter failed to catch the boy.

The boy who stepped on the stage looked like someone who was born to be there.

He looked very leisurely with his shirt unbuttoned, The fearless steps attracted people's attention.

He started playing amidst the cheers of the people.

And the boy's prediction became a reality.

The boy who won the grand prize that day was the boy. There was no refutation.

And Walter did not enter the rankings. Ranking.

Standing in the dark corridor, I saw the boy who didn't even smile and got the trophy as a matter of course. The strange thing about the boy who came down with the trophy was that he didn't have a bouquet of flowers in his hand, but the look in Walter's eyes There was no such small part.

The boy found Walter standing blankly in the corridor. He thought he would laugh and choke, but the boy passed by without any reaction. He might as well laugh.

That complete disregard was considered It was a serious failure.

From then on, news about the boy was everywhere.

Everyone went crazy for the boy.

Genius, Vertu Orso, the Devil Returns.

Soon his name became famous.

Various media praised the boy.

After the boy became a young man, all kinds of gorgeous nicknames followed him.

Walter, who used to use the same lounge, could not even step on his shadow. Incomprehensible hatred and suspicion made his heart burn black.

I I know this is an irrational feeling.

But every time I see him, I will think of my shabby and inconspicuous self that day, and I can't bear it. I feel comfortable giving all my disgust to him. The relationship becomes a habit, and soon it will Get used to it.

There is still one day.

Reports that Jung Hee-sung suddenly fainted after finishing a concert flooded the website.

Then there were reports that he had actually retired from his activities as a violinist after falling ill. The exact name of the disease is unknown..

Walter didn’t believe it.

He was born to stand on the stage. The violin and he were one. But to retire? I thought it was a ploy to deceive me.

Knowing that it was true, it was the news of Jung Hee-sung’s death that spread A moment in the world.

Walter drank vodka that day.

How was his mood? It was obviously very good.

Because now he would no longer fall into a sense of failure and inferiority after seeing him.

He was free.

Walter smiled weakly.

What kind of freedom.

He shouldn't have left like that!

He couldn't leave like that with only failure.

Why haven't you put down the violin yet! Why have you experienced countless failures after that? You can only remember that day!

The dead people became legends. Never caught or reached. He was made whole by death.

In the end there was only failure.

Otherwise, seeing a child who looked like him wouldn't have been so shaken.

Walter felt ashamed. Covering his head.

Dohyun calmed down his heart that was shaken by the unexpected name. He calmly sorted out his thoughts, there was nothing surprising.

His brother is a famous violinist, and his own performance is his performance. People who are interested in the violin It may be natural to understand the similarity.

In fact, no matter how I look at my brother's memories, there is no memory related to that violin teacher. So I think Dohyun is the one who knows his brother's playing.

"What's the relationship with Zheng Xicheng?"

But this was an unexpected question.

While choosing what to answer, Walter looked at Doxian carefully.

"The way they hold the bow, their movements when playing, their rough fist strokes, and even their subtle habits are all very similar. No, it's more than similar, it's the same level. How can it be done?"

He looked at Daoxian with surprise.

"What?"

"Zheng Xicheng, what is your relationship with him? Did you take violin lessons from him?"

Walter asked with an uncertain look.

Even if his video can be found on the Internet, if he can watch the video and imitate, there is no reason for him to be here now.

Even if he doesn't know whether he can imitate unfamiliarly, he can't explain even the subtlety. The parts are the same thing.

However, I have never heard of anyone taught by Jung Hee-sung. The man who lived alone in this world could not teach anyone.

Even if that happened, I saw him in the shabby practice room Is the oriental boy also his student? He can't even laugh.

Facing Walter who presses for answers, Daoxian falls into distress.

Although he mentioned the matter about his brother to his parents unceremoniously, if that If it were someone else, things would be different.

Daoxian knows how famous and amazing his brother is.

I don’t want to use lies to deny the relationship with my brother. However, I have a strong feeling that if I tell him now, I will encounter Troublesome.

Without thinking about how to deal with these problems in advance, Daoxian thought about the number of various situations and suddenly started thinking.

Then he finally spoke.

"I never learned violin from him, although I was greatly influenced by him."

Because he was not lying, he felt confident.

Walter understood this sentence as a super fan of Zheng Xicheng. Then he felt that his speculation was too ridiculous and felt very embarrassed.

Blushing Walter coughed dryly

"Sorry, I was a little scared... I lost my temper during class."

"Ah, that's okay. If it's Zheng Xicheng, are you talking about the violinist Zheng Xicheng?"

Facing Lyon's question, Walter accepted

"Yes, Do Hyun's playing is quite similar to him... With that said, I have a question for you."

Walter frowned

"Didn’t you say that the students studying have never been exposed to the violin? But that kid looks pretty good."

Walter's gaze pointed accurately at Daoxian.