The Coma Patient Was a Musical Genius

Coma Patient Was a Music Genius
Episode 009

The REC lamp went out.

“… If today’s filming is broadcast, Hyesung will definitely become famous.”

“You don’t know much, but YouTube is already in chaos.”

“Oh, that’s right. He’s the Korean Franz Liszt.”

“That’s pianist Ji Jae-won… .”

“ah….”

After filming was over.

The staff shared their thoughts about filming.

Most of the talk was about Yoo Hye-seong.

“… But, isn’t Hyesung really amazing?”

“Are you playing?”

“Playing is a given, but have you ever seen him sweep his hair back while playing? That kind of leisurely performance is something even a pianist can’t do… .”

“If you look at it, isn’t the atmosphere really impressive?”

To put it intuitively, it would be ‘I know I’m good.’

But that didn’t come across as dislike.

That boy has some solid backing, you know.

Yoo Hye-seong approached his family.

The first one to greet me was my uncle, Bae Hyeon-seo.

“I’m just telling you this, but I should have just given you 100 points from the beginning. Then, when you flipped the board over, it would have been a more dramatic twist.”

“… … .”

“100 points, and 1 point.”

“That’s a bit.”

“Ah, isn’t that a courtesy to pianist Ji Jae-won? But since it’s a broadcast, I think it would have been okay to shout a little more passionately… Ah!”

Bae Myeong-seon pinched my ear!

My sister’s violence was quite familiar, but the pain was not at all familiar.

“Thank you for your hard work, son. You were really cool.”

Yoo Bong-jae brought his hand closer to mess up his hair.

“Oh, it’s fast this time too?”

But Yoo Hye-seong just dodges away.

Franz Liszt was very sensitive to his appearance, including his hair.

But I guess that was the same for ‘Yoo Hye-seong’ too.

I have never allowed myself to recall my past life even once.

But after that.

‘Where did Hyeseong go?’

In that short period of time, it disappeared somewhere.

Bae Hyeon-seo looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.

First of all, it seemed like there was no one in the studio.

‘If you’re going somewhere for a while, at least say something before you go.’

About 10 minutes had passed.

I found Yoo Hye-seong walking from a distance.

As the distance got closer, Bae Hyeon-seo’s eyes began to widen.

“… Where have you been? No, are you okay? Why is there so much sweat on your forehead?”

The front hair is slightly wet.

I thought the condition was not good.

Naturally, I began to feel worried.

“Why are you so surprised? I just came back from the bathroom.”

“But why am I sweating cold…?”

“I was just in a hurry.”

Bae Hyeon-seo burst into laughter.

How urgent must it have been for cold sweat to form on his forehead?

Well, the filming did go on for quite a while.

I was laughing so hard that I didn’t notice the large beads of sweat running down behind my ears.

Yoo Hye-seong approached Ji Jae-won and greeted him.

“Thank you for today.”

“Oh, huh? That, that’s what it is… .”

“It was definitely amazing that there were only 17 mistouches across the two songs.”

I was sitting face to face with pianist Ji Jae-won, and I was truly amazed at his playing skills.

In reality, the total number of times Mister Touch was 17, including the two songs, was quite small.

‘… Crazy, you even heard ‘hunting’ correctly.’

However, hearing that exact number was shocking for Ji Jae-won.

Moreover, Ji Jae-won did not even hear how many times Yoo Hye-seong made a mistake.

‘No, was it wrong from the beginning?’

In the meantime, the two affectionately(?) exchanged cell phone numbers.

“Hey, Hye-seong.”

“yes.”

“…What is your identity?”

Ji Jae-won continued speaking while putting his cell phone in his back pocket.

“There’s something I’ve been curious about for a long time. What would Franz Liszt’s actual performances have been like?”

Yoo Hye-seong smiled faintly.

As if telling me to keep talking.

“… But listening to your performance today, what should I say, haa…”

“It felt like the list was playing right before your eyes?”

“…Doesn’t that sound a bit strange?”

Yoo Hye-seong found her family waiting for her. She nodded to Ji Jae-won as if she had to go.

“Not at all.”

When I showed my face again, I saw a smile on my face.

Of course, it meant that he had seen it properly, but Ji Jae-won just blankly stared at the back of her head as she walked away.

The atmosphere is gradually being organized.

PD Kim Ki-sik was discussing the next filming with the staff.

This filming is not the end, and as we planned a special feature, a second part was planned.

Also included is Yoo Hye-seong, who has been confirmed as a main cast member along with Ji Jae-won.

Meanwhile.

Pianist Ji Jae-won approached us with a timid expression.

A face with a pale complexion.

PD Kim Ki-sik recognized the seriousness of the situation and asked for the staff’s understanding.

“for a moment.”

The destination was a corner of the filming set.

PD Kim Ki-sik cautiously made a move.

“Mr. Jaewon, you don’t have to worry too much.”

Because I thought I knew the reason.

“I was also surprised a lot during filming today, yes. But that doesn’t mean that Jae-won was pushed out or anything like that.”

“… That’s not it.”

Ji Jae-won smiled bitterly.

“As you can see, PD, it’s true that I was pushed back in the performance.”

“Oh no.”

The PD waved his hand.

Ji Jae-won knew, of course, that he was just saying it out of courtesy.

“but….”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“… I was wondering if it would be possible to re-film just the scene where I score the board.”

In ‘Hunting’, I was aware that it was right to grade.

Still, the result was no different.

Ji Jae-won’s board was clean until the end.

What was your expression like?

He was a dumbass with a broken head.

I didn’t see it, but I’m sure it happened.

Ji Jae-won was worried about that.

If the footage is released as is, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

Although Yeonju followed along vaguely, the fact that he couldn’t write anything on the board… was a bit much.

So, it would be better to just give a leisurely round of applause there… .

After a while.

“Well, Hyesung’s performance is really great, isn’t it?”

Clap- clap- clap-

It was a leisurely applause from Ji Jae-won.

“Brother, I have nothing else to give you besides this score.”

[100]

Shhh-

It was a leisurely smile.

Then he looked across and nodded.

As if acknowledging you.

Of course, there was no one on the other side.

Yoo Hye-seong had already gone home.

“… … Phew. Oh, I’m sorry.”

A staff member passing by the stage burst into laughter.

My first photoshoot in my life.

I think it was more fun than I thought.

And pianist Ji Jae-won’s performance was much better than I expected.

Indeed, I have the skills to win the contest that has my name on it.

As a composer, I used to look at him with pleasure, but it was strange that he gradually became less and less talkative.

Well, by the way.

“Haha, son! Congratulations on your first shoot.”

“Thank you for your hard work~”

“As expected, my little brother. Did you see that, too, big sister? People’s reactions in the studio were no joke.”

After filming, it was dinner time, so we decided to have dinner outside to celebrate our first day of filming.

Of course, it wasn’t as expensive as the place I went to on the day I was discharged, but whatever.

Does that matter?

It’s important to do this together.

“Eat a lot. Then you will become healthy like your brother.”

Thankfully, my uncle put some of the side dishes on my spoon.

The problem is that it’s all eggplant, cucumber, onion, and things like that.

Oh, they are healthy foods.

“You eat it, you eat it.”

My mother scolded me.

Don’t sneakily pass on the fact that you can’t eat it.

I just remembered, my uncle was quite picky about food.

“You heard.”

“… … .”

He just handed me the spoon.

Actually, I didn’t really feel like eating it.

Even if Franz Liszt is a past life, isn’t his tongue still a genius?

There was no way that my taste would change.

“You’re so picky, that’s why you’re short.”

“Wow, Sister, try to do something about this kid. There’s nothing you can’t say to your uncle.”

Is it my uncle again?

He added one more thing.

“I think we’ll catch up soon.”

“…!”

My father laughed loudly.

He even gave me a thumbs up as if he was saying I did a good job.

It’s not a wrong statement, my uncle was on the same level as me at first glance. There’s not much left.

If things continue like this, things might turn around next year.

“My son, he’s nice.”

“Don’t do this to your brother-in-law.”

“… As expected, there’s a different vibe when there are four of us.”

“That’s true, but suddenly?”

“It’s just like that.”

“Brother-in-law, you really get emotional all the time.”

I suddenly became curious and asked.

“Then what was it like when there were three of you?”

“… This kid is so emotionless. He asks this question so nonchalantly.”

“Please be quiet.”

They kept chattering next to me.

Noisily.

“When there are three people, I just don’t know.”

“…?”

“I don’t really want to think about that time anymore. Anyway, we’re living together like this now.”

My father was really great at setting the mood for a meal.

Continuing from last time, the atmosphere is, um.

That wasn’t a bad thing at all.

‘It’s a little hard to bear, though.’

That’s just my position, but if you think about it from the perspective of my family who were just waiting for me to return, their feelings might be different.

Maybe that’s why my uncle just nodded silently, and my mother did the same.

I also moved my face up and down to suit the mood.

The meal ended in that atmosphere.

After getting in the car, it was full of jokes as if nothing had happened.

So I arrived home and went into my room.

Click-

And closed the door.

I’ll wash up later.

because….

“… … .”

Because my head was still a little dizzy.

It was fine when I was playing in the studio, but when I got up from my seat, my eyes started spinning.

I lay on the bed and placed my palm on my forehead.

There is no fever. It would have been better if there had been one.

If it was something like a cold, you could have taken some medicine and gotten better.

By the way, just then.

Several books were visible under the desk.

Among them, only one had a different appearance.

I had a gut feeling and sat up.

‘Is it a diary?’

As such, I couldn’t even remember writing a diary.

It may have been three years in a coma, but it wasn’t three years for me.

I came back to life as Franz Liszt in the 19th century.

By that measure, it was my first return in decades.

Moreover, partial amnesia, one of the aftereffects of a coma, also played a role.

If I look at the diary, I can fill in some of my scattered memories.

My previous phone was broken, so I don’t have any data on my current phone.

That was fortunate.

That moment when I happily turned the page.

“… … .”

Without realizing it, strength entered my open eyes.

The whole page was filled with the same sentences.

… this wasn’t a diary.