The Coma Patient Was a Musical Genius

The Coma Patient Was a Music Genius

Episode 011

“How did I fall into a coma?”

At that moment.

A heavy silence fell.

How much time has passed like that?

“Just, whatever.”

My uncle muttered calmly, picking at his empty plate with his chopsticks.

“He fell down alone and hurt his head.”

Then shouldn’t you also tell me what you were doing when you fell?

This body is already weak, so is that why it really collapsed all by itself?

At that time, my grandmother gave me some shikhye and the topic naturally changed.

“How is it?”

This is also said to be handmade shikhye.

I’m full because I ate too much earlier.

I can’t not eat it given the circumstances.

“…It looks delicious.”

I didn’t feel a bit awkward.

The rice cakes are floating around.

It seemed that he didn’t remember Sikhye itself. It was a drink that was unimaginable in the 19th century when I lived.

Well, what can I do?

I carefully moistened my lips, avoiding the rice paste.

“… … .”

And then I realized.

“…oh.”

I really liked shikhye.

“I guess the conclusion should be like this.”

Producer Seo Kyo-il stood by the conference room window and spoke.

“Let’s use a substitute, Writer Park.”

During the remaining period, writer Park Eun-kyung also joined in the search, but the results were the same.

Among them, this time I focused on Yejung Yego. I’m sure all the teenagers who are good at playing instruments are gathered there.

It’s not like there were no candidates at all.

Where is there not a single student who can play decent music with a decent mask?

But the problem is… .

‘Everyone is so nervous.’

It was shivering.

Because he was so nervous, his playing was wrong, his facial expression was stiff, his eye contact was awkward, and he even recited his few lines like a robot.

To put it simply, there was no room.

If he was that nervous during a camera test, he would be even more nervous in a real situation.

Now I couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Eun-kyung Park covered the last profile.

There was a resigned smile on his face.

“I know it’s a shame, but what can I do?”

“Yes, author.”

Seo Kyo-il and the casting director patted Park Eun-kyung.

Of course, the two knew what the scenario of meant to Park Eun-kyung.

Seo Kyo-il continued speaking.

But Park Eun-kyung was still looking for a compromise up until this moment.

The poor performances of child actors that I had heard at auditions lingered in my ears.

And the stern expressions of the students flashed through my mind.

‘…okay.’

I finally decided to admit it.

That his greed was excessive.

And just like PD Seo Kyo-il said, a body double is the best.

“Then, can we hire a pianist as a substitute?”

The casting director suggested it.

Author Park Eun-kyung laughed heartily as if she had stayed up all night for several days.

“Then, your playing skills must be top-notch.”

“It won’t be noticeable at all. If we cover it up well with camera work.”

“That sounds good, doesn’t it?”

The two exchanged curious glances at Park Eun-kyung’s unexpectedly positive appearance.

But I realized it when I saw him continuing to laugh alone.

… … The taste is gone!

“Author, are you going now?”

“No, just a moment.”

Eun-kyung Park started rummaging through luxury bags.

I was swallowing hard, wondering if a hammer might come out of there.

Fortunately, what came out of the bag were three luxurious, gold-plated envelopes.

“What are you doing this Christmas?”

“Me? I’m an old person living alone, and I have nothing.”

“Me too, any plans?”

“Oh, really? Originally, I was going to tell you to use it as you see fit, but then the three of us should go?”

“Where?”

Eun-kyung Park shook the three envelopes gently.

“This is a Sky Dining meal voucher. Let’s have a meal at a place with a nice view on Christmas evening.”

“omg?”

“You’ve all suffered because of my bullying. This is my reward for that.”

PD Seo Kyo-il snickered.

I didn’t deny it.

“Author, but isn’t it really expensive here?”

“It’s not cheap. And it even has a Christmas premium.”

Soon, Park Eun-kyung accessed the ‘Sky Dining’ website and showed it to the two.

A photo was displayed on the screen, and an exclamation came out of the casting director’s mouth.

“Wow, this place is no joke. There’s even a huge grand piano.”

After a full 4 hours, we arrived back home.

“Hyesung, over there… do you see that tall building?”

On the veranda, my father, standing next to me, shivered and pointed out the window.

“Looking at you like this, I suddenly remember the old days. Actually, I was going to propose to your mother at that restaurant over there… .”

He soon chuckled.

“I couldn’t go. It was so damn expensive. So I decided to just add that money to my wedding budget.”

“I bet you were disappointed.”

“Is there anything to regret? Ah, the money was frozen, that’s what it was. I had that feeling that I would receive something regardless of the place.”

Even though he said that, my father still couldn’t take his eyes off the tower.

“It’s cold, let’s go in now.”

When I came out to the living room, my mother was watching TV and eating a tangerine.

My uncle was nowhere to be seen.

It seemed like he was watching YouTube in his room.

My father clapped his hands once.

“Oh, son. It’s almost Christmas. Is there any gift you would like to receive?”

“hmm….”

“Countdown, start~”

Well, what could it be?

“Hey… .”

Nothing in particular came to mind as a gift.

“Two… .”

There was something else.

“Hanaa… .”

“I think it would be nice to have a meal together as a family.”

Because of me being in a coma for so long.

Families who have suffered a lot.

Families who have given up many things.

I continued, pointing to the tall building beyond the veranda.

“Over there.”

“… … !”

“I think the revenue from YouTube views would be enough.”

Now, I wanted to do it for them.

“Over there… .”

My parents’ faces turned around.

Towards where I pointed.

I was looking at it with my eyes wide open, and I vaguely thought I had an idea what kind of meaning it had for them.

Mother whispered to Father.

Did you happen to tell me anything about the story behind it?

When I answered yes, he scolded me, saying, “Why are you talking nonsense?”

‘Well, then that was just your secret.’

That’s too bad.

If I had known it was a secret, I would have taken a different, more natural approach.

But on the other hand, I was grateful.

About what you confided in me.

Well, that’s true, though.

I don’t know much about the subtle friendship between father and son.

Because there was nothing like that with my first father, Adam List.

“So, you’re talking about the ‘Sky Dining’ on the top floor of that tower?”

The restaurant’s name, which is a bit cheesy, seems to be ‘Sky Dining’.

I thought so, he replied.

There was a clear look of reminiscence in my mother’s eyes as she looked out the window.

Let’s do that for a moment.

He opens his eyes wide. Then, as if he has realized reality, he speaks in a firm tone.

“No, no. No, no, thank you so much for your consideration. But no. I don’t know about your son, but that place is so expensive….”

I just repeated what I said before.

“Wasn’t YouTube views enough to earn you money before?”

Actually, I don’t know.

Because I still lack a sense of money.

If this were the 19th century, I wouldn’t know, but as a modern person, I, Yoo Hye-seong, still have a lot to learn and master.

Monetary values ​​and economic concepts are among them.

Still, there was one reason why I could speak with certainty.

“… Well, that might be true.”

I believe in the value of my performance.

That alone does not change with the times.

Yes. It’s a video of Franz Liszt’s performance, but I guess it’s not that bad.

“That’s why it can’t be done anymore.”

Well, why?

“It’s your hard-earned money. Which parent would agree to spending it like this?”

Some people agreed.

No, beyond that, there was someone who encouraged it.

In the past.

So when your mother speaks of parents, she is probably referring to yourselves.

‘Well, but.’

Did I work hard to earn my money?

I don’t think that was the case.

I think I earned it while having fun.

Oh, by the way, on the day my father suddenly entered the room, he ended up giving the white envelope back to me.

It meant that he was just joking around and that he didn’t really want it.

I went into the room, took the envelope, and gave my father a sneaky look.

There was a mysterious exchange of glances.

It was at that moment that my father accepted the envelope I had casually handed him.

“Then I’ll be the one shooting!”

Before I knew it, I burst out laughing.

You have correctly read the message I sent.

My mother looked at me in absurdity.

My father also did not avoid eye contact and fought back.

Perhaps, my father also had a bad feeling about not being able to go that day.

“Is that okay? I’ve decided to spend this Christmas there.”

“Oh, you really… .”

My mother shook her head and lowered her face, and I saw her.

“They say it’s a life of poverty, but I can’t live without it.”

Your smile.

It was the time when I was looking at that smile.

Uncle’s room opened.

Squeak-

“Then I’ll be home alone listening to carols then. It’s Christmas.”

“yes.”

“I have to guard the house. What if a thief breaks in? I really don’t have to go, so don’t worry about it.”

“yes.”

“… … .”

I understand, but you keep saying it.

I got a call all of a sudden.

Not one, but many.

In the end, a group chat room was even created.

[Me: Yeah, it’s been a while, everyone.]

They are said to be classmates from the 6th grade before falling into a coma.

Honestly, I couldn’t remember anyone right now.

If you look at their faces, you might remember some of them.

It’s just that my memories are vague, it wasn’t completely deleted.

[Should we check your news through YouTube videos? You should tell us as soon as you wake upㅠ]

The answer was, well, the same.

I don’t remember, so how could I have contacted you?

After that, my friends kept sending me KakaoTalk messages filled with concern. Looking at these things, I guess I was pretty social.

[Me: I’m okay. Thank you for worrying about me.]

[6th grade class 7, it’s been a while since we met up ㅅㅂ]

[How about the 22nd? Does everyone have time?]

[ㅇㅇㅇ If it’s Yoo Hye-seong, then no exceptions]

[Ah, what is the performance?]

[Hyesung majored in piano]

[Was it originally that good?]

[But it seems like Hyesung’s speech has changed a little?]

It’s a speech pattern.

Well, I think it might have been too rigid.

[Me: Okay, let’s get together f*ck]

Suddenly the chat was cut off.

Well, wasn’t it this kind of character?

I was following the kid above.

I felt a little embarrassed.

Anyway, the appointment was set for the 22nd.

Faces I haven’t seen in a long time.

Maybe these are faces I’m seeing for the first time.

‘then….’

Is this the first time you’ve seen your friends since waking up from a coma?

Thinking about it that way, my heart started pounding strangely.

This time, my body reacted first… .

I think I had quite a strong attachment to my friend.

That was when.

A heavy feeling on my shoulders, my chin raised.

At this point, there was only one person who had his arm around me. I bent my knees and came out naturally.

“Thanks to my little brother, I got to go to Sky Dining.”

As expected, it was my uncle.

“The other day when I went to the broadcasting station, they said they would buy me a meal, but I didn’t know it would be Sky Dining.”

“I’m going to get money from my uncle.”

“…why.”

“We’re not family.”

“That’s right.”

“No.”

“He’s my older brother.”

“He’s my uncle.”

After a few childish exchanges, my uncle burst into laughter.

“You look happy? What’s wrong?”

It seems like the emotion I felt just a moment ago still remains faintly on my face.

Even so, it was a bit strange that he immediately noticed what was going on.

“I decided to meet my friends.”

“I decided to meet my friends.”

My brother said.

A smile appeared on Bae Hyeon-seo’s face.

“Oh, really? Who are your friends?”

“They said that most of them were in the same class, but some weren’t. So there must be quite a lot.”

“Oh, my little brother is doing well. With that many people, I definitely have to make a reservation, right?”

Bae Hyeon-seo continued the conversation while helping to make a reservation.

He seemed to be very happy, and he was smiling broadly with his ears perked up.

“Oh, by the way, do you remember my friends?”

When asked about her younger brother’s partial amnesia, Yoo Hye-seong shrugged her shoulders.

“Well, there aren’t many. I think there are still some vague ones left.”

“What about this guy?”

“It’s my first time seeing you.”

“Then what about this guy?”

“Who is it?”

Bae Hyeon-seo’s questions stopped only after he became annoyed with the question, ‘Why do you keep asking so many questions?’

“Okay, then I’ll pay for this. It’s a gathering of my little brother’s friends, so I have to do at least this much.”

He winked and left the room.

The door closed. Click.

And at that moment.

“… … .”

The corners of the lips that had been raised quickly went down.

Moving your hands busily across the screen.