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Gray, who was in grief, was left alone in the empty house after his mother leaving for work.
He didn’t want to do anything.
He didn’t want to think about anything. He just lay in bed, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
The pattern on the ceiling look like a melody notes.
Gray drew five black lines.
‘This is Do, this is Sol…’
While thinking like that, a series of notes forming a melody passed by through Gray’s head.
It was a sad and hopeless melody that he had never thought of before.
It was as if it was expressing how he current felt right now.
Gray stared blankly at the ceiling, a while later his fingers moves as if he was touching the string of a violin.
Dozens of melodies passed through his head.
Gray’s fingers got faster as he thought of new melodies.
Gray, who had only been moving his hands like that, jumped up.
His head was full of confusion. He wanted to take all of this out.
‘But, but can I do that? Won’t I get hurt again?’
Gray’s hand trembled and hesitated while he tried opening the door.
His trembling hands barely reached the door, very hard.
The door, which was pushed very lightly, opened, as if it was never left closed.
And Gray had no choice but to cry.
It was because Rebecca’s violin, which had been hidden in a pile of wet music sheets last night, was now neatly placed in front of the door.
He thought of his mother, who he assumed he might spread and dried the wet and crumpled music sheets, and left the violin in front.
He couldn’t help but cry. His mother’s heart did not want to give up.
Gray didn’t think of anything.
He just moved his hands and took a pen.
He lied down on the cold floor and wrote down everything that came to his mind.
Sadness, frustration, despair.
And in between those moments, he was given hope.
Gray recalled the feeling of despair and sadness. And I moved it by hand. A drop of water fell from Gray’s eyes filling the stave. Tears dripped over the stave.
It was painful to recall the memories of that time, however, composing felt happy.
He wanted to write more.
Gray’s hand, while writing the score, accelerated.
The set became quiet.
Everyone’s eyes looked at Seojun, who was acting inside the set.
Seojun was lying down in the middle of the living room.
He was writing something crazy in that position.
Someone opened his mouth, however, he lowered his voice as to not disturb the filming.
“He really seem like a genius.”
Seojun’s face was facing the floor, so it was not visible to the audience.
However, they could feel how passionately he was composing the song just by his moving hands, arms, and wriggling shoulders.
Even though it was just acting, they had a feeling that a huge masterpiece would be born there.
What kind of song would it be like if it was made like that?
It was powerful enough to make even the staff, who were not interested in classical music, become curious.
“Artists use their emotions as an ingredient. Do you think it’s like this?”
“Then all the composers…”
Are they crazy?
The staff’s eyes looked at Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore.
Whether they felt the gazes or not, Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore kept looking at Seojun.
Benjamin Morton whispered in a small voice.
“Can you see what he is writing?”
“No. I can’t see it because it’s covered by his back.”
“Is that a self-composed song?”
“Even if it’s not a complete song, it’ll be the background.”
The two, who couldn’t wait to see what kind of song it was, were curious about the song Seojun would produced while acting so tremendously, and waited anxiously for the filming to end. As soon as the filming was over, he gave a pile of music sheet to Assistant Director Emily.
Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore looked silently through the pile of music sheets.
“This is… Teacher’s song.”
“No matter how passionate Seojun is, he can’t just compose a song.”
Unfortunately, contrary to what the two expected, Seojun actually wrote the notes of the song Over the Rainbow composed by Benjamin Morton.
Seojun, who was eating a sandwich, tilted his head looking at the faces of the two people who were looking at the pile of music sheets.
* * *
The filming of Over the Rainbow is nearing its end.
There are two more scenes left. There are more small scenes, but there are two big scenes left.
Today, Seojun was playing “Over the Rainbow.”
For this filming, they rented the best place in the park. People passing by recognized Gray and the children.
“Are you performing today?”
“Yes, I will be performing a song I composed.”
“You compose songs, too! That’s cool.”
One by one, they sat on the grass in the park and waited for Gray’s performance.
George finished preparing for the camera and Rebecca shouted fighting.
He is happy.
He was happy and desperate to play the violin every day, but he was happy to have his friends.
Gray, who was looking at the crowd, touched the violin with trembling hands.
He choked up, his heart trembled and his hands trembled.
“Gray. I’ll turn on the camera now. Everyone is waiting.”
Gray smiled brightly. Gray’s black eyes sparkled like stars within his tears.
[Goblin violinist’s melody will be activated]
[Elf’s basic breathing will be activated]
The staffs, actors, directors, Professor Benjamin and Jason Moore also looked at Gray’s shining violin.
Even though it was an ordinary violin, it shined more than any other violin.
Gray’s right arm, holding the bow, slowly came down.
Unlike the first time, when two strings were pressed at once, he pressed only one string and made a beautiful sound came out.
A comfortable melody like Gray’s ordinary day flowed, and then a sparkling melody joy like he felt on the day he first met his friends and violin.
As he learned the violin, his overwhelming heart flowed out and he felt perfect happiness while playing.
Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore were drawn into Gray’s rough but pure and raw performance.
Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore taught Seojun to play the violin as if a Rebecca, a student, was the one who taught Gray.
A more lively performance that seems to be raw.
His strength and weakness control at the sense of beat depend solely on Gray’s current state of mind.
He thought it was great in the practice room, but the current performance was truly shocking.
Seojun disappeared and only a child named Gray remained. There was no “Seojun Lee” playing the violin.
‘Until the seventh week, it was Gray’s performance, and the eighth week was just Seojun’s performance.’
Knowing what to comapare, Professor Benjamin and Jason knew it very well.
When they were teaching him, his performance during the lesson was half Seojun and half Gray.
‘Maybe because he was half immersed during the practice lesson. And this is his 100% immersed performance.”
They got goosebumps.
Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore, who knew nothing about acting, felt that there was a living Gray right in front of them, not Seojun Lee.
They couldn’t help but wonder if Seojun Lee, who performed this kind of acting, was actually possessed by a ghost like Gray.
His performance continued, and everyone’s hearts while listening to the violin was completely drawn into despair.
Even composer Benjamin Morton was devastated, and hopeless to the point where he wonder how to express it like this.
Gray’s gloomy heart, knowing that the teacher was a scammer, dived into people’s hearts like rain on the violin melody.
However, there was a thin and faint hope in it.
His mother who left the violin in front of his door and his friends who are very supportive of him.
Gray held onto that slender hope, and slowly moved on to the light.
It was slow, but Gray walked away. Holding hands with his friends and mom.
Like that. One step. Two steps.
Finally, Gray met happiness.
The day he saw his friends again, the end of this song that he completed.
Gray played vigorously until the end.
It was music that shook people’s hearts.
Rough rain falls and rainbows rise. There was happiness across the rainbow.
Over The Rainbow.