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Because it was winter, the sun was setting early.
It hasn’t gotten dark yet, but the sun sets and the sun shines beautifully.
Jo Sung-hyun sat alone at the table and watched the sunset quietly.
With the notebook open, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them again.
“It’s been a while since I did. It’s difficult.”
he murmured
His notebook had already written a lot of things that only Jo Seong-hyeon could recognize.
It was something I did every day before returning, but it was not so easy to do it after a long time.
Composition.
making a song.
Jo Sung-hyun originally thought that he would never compose in this lifetime.
Because I couldn’t pay attention to Chaeyoon because I was concentrating on composing and music.
At the last moment, that was the thing I regret the most.
So, Jo Sung-hyun was cautious until recently.
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Making music and having fun while making music.
In the beginning, Jo Sung-hyun was also a music lover, so it was unavoidable to have fun doing music, and I knew that I had fun.
Nevertheless, the only reason I couldn’t work comfortably on music was because of my guilt towards Chaeyoon.
It was thanks to Chaeyoon’s attitude that she started to change her mind.
The child secretly asked Jo Sung-hyun to continue making music with him.
I did a lot of things like I wanted to openly do music with myself.
And, when Jo Sung-hyun moved the song created by Chae-yoon to the sound source file, and completed it, Jo Sung-hyun changed significantly.
Now, the change has come to an end.
In the end, Jo Sung-hyun realized once again what was important.
It’s not important to not just compose and feel guilty while making music.
‘Chae-yoon is important.’
As soon as I came back, I made a promise.
This life will be different from the last life.
I promise to make Chae-yoon happy.
It was a promise to himself, but at the same time, it was also a promise to his wife, which Jo Seong-hyeon had abandoned once in the past.
To keep it, Jo Sung-hyun was confident that he would do anything.
It goes without saying that you can pick up what you have declared that you will throw it away.
After all, everything is for the child.
There shouldn’t be a case where the child wants to go, but the tuition fee is insufficient.
Chae-yoon can learn more and grow a lot, but if she can’t do it because she doesn’t have the money, it’s very heartbreaking as a father.
widely.
Jo Sung-hyun tapped the note lightly with the tip of the pen.
sound is ringing
Composing is actually not as artistic as people think.
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Many people have fantasies about creators or artists, but to be honest, they were simply ‘workers’.
Workers who use their skills to work.
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Most of the elements necessary for composing can be learned in a few months if even ordinary people want to learn it.
After that, the sense or talent to literally make music is an important part.
Jo Sung-hyun was the type of person who made up songs while drawing pictures in his head.
One thing came to mind right now.
Chae-Yoon Cho.
his daughter.
A smile naturally forms on Jo Sung-hyun’s lips.
Eventually, he decided to make a song about his own child.
The image of the child smiling happily comes to mind and then disappears.
Chae-yoon is smiling happily.
And just last night.
It also reminds me of the child looking at the stars in the night sky to find his mother.
Jo Sung-hyun closed his eyes and opened them.
I can see what kind of song I should make.
He quickly picked up his pen and began to write down what came to his mind in a notebook.
What was written a while ago and what is being written now are mixed up.
Jo Sung-hyun, who looked down at it for a moment, closed the notebook.
‘I think I should give it a try.’
It didn’t seem like it would be possible to just look at the notebook, so he got up and took the notebook.
“Chae Yoon-ah, Young Joon-ah.”
Jo Seong-hyeon entered the caravan with the children.
Chae-yoon and Young-jun were each holding pencils and drawing something diligently.
“You can’t see Daddy!”
Chae-yoon quickly hides what she drew.
Jo Sung-hyun looked at Chae-yoon with a puzzled face at the child’s behavior.
“It’s a secret from Dad until we draw it all.”
The child laughs and speaks.
Jo Sung-hyun let out a smirk.
“okay. Will you show me when I draw them all?”
“yes!”
Chae-yoon nodded,
After stroking Chae-yoon’s hair once, Jo Sung-hyun looked at Young-jun.
Young-jun was preoccupied with drawing, but there was Chae-yoon in the child’s notebook.
It’s not very realistic, but it captures the character so well that anyone can say it’s Chaeyoon.
“Youngjun.”
“yes?”
“Uncle, I’m going to go to the cafe over there for a moment, can’t I stay here with Chae-yoon?”
“Okay.”
Young-jun looks at Jo Sung-hyun and answers.
Jo Seong-hyeon looked at Young-jun’s picture for a moment, then lightly kissed Chae-yoon’s forehead once and came out of the caravan.
It won’t take too long, but I came out to ask the children not to go out and go somewhere else while they’re not confident.
Jo Seong-hyeon headed to the building with the cafe.
Unlike yesterday, a middle-aged man was sitting at the counter.
“hello.”
“Ah yes. hello. Can I play a guitar?”
“My daughter is playing the guitar now. It’s on the second floor over there, so go check it out.”
“thank you.”
He seems to be playing the guitar today.
Not surprisingly, when I went up to the second floor, I saw Arin Park sitting in a chair and playing the guitar.
As soon as Park A-rin found Jo Sung-hyun, she put down her guitar and got up.
“Oh, come on. Do you want to play the guitar?”
“You can use it for a while. If you were writing… .”
“no. It’s the only one I’ve ever used. What. I just brought them both to check their condition.”
“Aha.”
Jo Seong-hyeon felt lucky inside, and accepted the guitar that Park A-rin handed over.
Park A-rin turned the guitar and looked at Seong-hyeon Jo.
At the slightly burdensome gaze, Jo Sung-hyun smiled awkwardly.
“By any chance, how old is Chae-yoon?”
Arin Park asks.
Jo Sung-hyun, who was about to say thanks after receiving the guitar, paused and opened his mouth.
“I’m going to go to elementary school next year.”
“You seem to have a lot of interest in music.”
“Yes, I have talent.”
“You seem to have talent too.”
“haha… I do not know.”
“I was very surprised yesterday. I never imagined that he could play the guitar so well, but he was so good.”
“I didn’t mean to surprise you, I’m sorry.”
“no. It was so good. As for the song, and the performance. Is it true that you made that song together with Chaeyoon?”
“yes. The child framed it and made it with me.”
Park Arin shook her head.
It looked like he couldn’t believe it, but Jo Sung-hyun did not give any supplementary explanations.
You don’t have to struggle to assert that you’re telling her the truth.
Contrary to Jo Seong-hyeon’s thoughts, Park A-rin did not have any doubts about his words.
In the first place, isn’t there something that Jo Sung-hyun showed last night?
I’ve heard stories about playing the guitar and producing.
Basically, it is clear that he has a high understanding of music.
It is said that such a person made a song with the child.
Just watch the piano flopping around and my kid made a song! I was certain that it would never happen.
“I’m old enough to enter elementary school next year, and if I have that talent in music… Are you planning to raise them properly?”
Park Arin asked.
Jo Sung-hyun shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t think so. It’s just that Chaeyoon wants to do music, so I just want to be able to do it anyway.”
“… awesome.”
“is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s great.”
After answering like that, Arin Park moved her mouth as if she wanted to say something more.
But she soon turned away.
“Are you going to use the guitar to play?”
“I am writing a song. I think it would be easier if I had a guitar.”
“ah. Do you not only produce, but also write your own songs?”
“I’m going to try it.”
“Can I hear you now?”
“Oh, then that’s good for me.”
“I haven’t been able to sort it out yet, so I’m also confused… ”
I wanted to play the things in my head right away.
I was planning to make a song by clearing my head while playing and making small adjustments.
Park A-rin looked at Seong-hyun with anticipation, and Jo Seong-hyun took a seat and lifted the guitar.
Place your hands on the guitar and start playing gently.
Drung.
The sound of plucking the strings of the guitar with his fingertips spread quietly around him.
From the first syllable, capture the overall mood of the song.
Jo Seong-hyeon, in a slow tempo, recalled the things he had written in his notes and put them together.
Organize, assemble.
Fill in the details according to the sketch he drew.
The overall color was dark. No, it was a good sketch to say it was just black.
However.
What if there were a lot of small lights on that dark background?
Dozens or hundreds of dots that are dark but bright at the same time.
The stars embroidered in the night sky are released through music.
Cho Sung-hyun played it.
And the highlight part.
What has been played for dozens of hundreds of stars in the night sky until now is slightly different.
Not hundreds of stars, but one star.
Play against the single brightest star.
That’s how the song ended.
Park A-rin silently listened to Jo Seong-hyun’s performance, then saw him lower the guitar and clapped.
pair.
“It’s a really good song.”
“thank you.”
“What’s the song title?”
Park A-rin asked, and Jo Sung-hyun thought about it for a moment.
I haven’t thought of a song title yet.
As he was about to answer no, he smiled lightly and opened his mouth.
The perfect title for this song already exists.
“It’s a starry night.”
It was like a poem.