My Daughter is a Music Genius

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Park Han-yul slowly looked at the sheet music in front of him.

Beethoven, Choral Symphony No. 9.

aka, an ode to joy.

It was the song I practiced the most recently.

If it was just a song to be played at juniors’ entrance ceremonies, I wouldn’t have practiced so hard.

You must have thought that just playing a few times the day before would be enough.

But, not this time.

Because there was a special child among the freshmen.

Park Han-yul could not practice in vain.

It was a long time since we met, and it was an opportunity to show off his piano after a few months.

I couldn’t just show how I practiced.

Therefore, Park Han-yul practiced as best as he could, and had told the other orchestra members to work hard.

Park Han-yul exhaled with a hoarse breath, and then placed her hand on the keyboard.

The lead violin glances at Park Han-yul and raises the bow.

And then, the performance began.

The first thing that started was playing the violin.

Jiying.

A soft-sounding violin.

It wasn’t a bad violin.

It was natural, because it was an orchestra made up of students with decent performance skills.

‘I’m sorry, but… ‘

However, as the standards are students, I felt a little disappointing for Park Han-yul.

I wanted to show a more perfect stage, but it seems I can’t.

Park Han-yul threw away his thoughts and focused.

Now it’s your turn

Doo Woong.

Simultaneously with the sound of the drums, Park Han-yul began to move his hand on the keyboard.

Gently, the piano sound blends in with the sounds of other strings and wind instruments.

A song that feels like it’s moving forward.

Park Han-yul continued to play the song, putting effort into controlling the strength and weakness.

Perhaps it was because the performance was a little more powerful than the other children, and it gave the impression that Park Han-yul’s piano was leading the song.

Follow the other follow.

There were mistakes in the middle, such as mismatching the beat a little on the string instrument side, or stopping a little when the wind instrument had to come out vigorously.

Regardless of that, Park Han-yul silently continued her performance.

The craftsman doesn’t choose any tools.

Park Han-yul continued to recall those words in his head, ignoring the mistakes made by other instruments around him.

I’m not a professional player, and mistakes can be natural.

Park Han-yul understood that fact.

Therefore, he was able to continue his own performance without being shaken by the mistakes of others.

The final highlight comes.

Park Han-yul played strongly, as if exploding what he had been pressing until now.

another follow.

Follow along.

The other instruments didn’t make as much mistakes as in the highlights.

It’s probably one of the parts I practice the most.

So, after a few minutes of playing, it’s finally over.

Parents and freshmen quickly raised their hands and clapped.

clap clap.

Hearing the sound of applause filling the auditorium, Park Han-yul slowly rose from his seat.

The other orchestra members also get up and look at the parents and freshmen.

They nodded and bowed their heads.

Park Han-yul also greeted each other, lifted his head, and quickly glanced under the stage.

And the child was eventually found.

Chae-Yoon Cho.

Seeing Chae-yoon smiling brightly, Park Han-yul felt the urge to say hello by waving her hand.

He grabbed his trembling hand and turned around calmly.

As he watched the other orchestra members go down the stage, he couldn’t bear it and eventually moved his gaze once more to look at Chae-yoon.

he has grown up

Teacher Sylvia said so, too, and I felt that my piano had changed a little.

I was able to perform a performance that reveals my own music little by little without being bound by form alone.

So, how much has Chae-yoon changed?

You don’t know how surprised I was to hear that Chaeyoon appeared on Me Tube last time.

I thought that Chaeyoon would only work hard on the piano during vacation, but when she saw that she appeared in a video with her father, Hanyul Park was a little jealous.

It was because I had a strong desire to spend such a pleasant time with my father.

But at the same time, it was also a little reassuring.

Still, with the heart that I won’t be able to play the piano worse than Chaeyoon.

I prepared hard with the intention of showing my piano properly on this stage, and I did as well as I prepared.

I was proud, and I wondered what Chae-yoon would think after hearing her performance.

and.

‘I want to hear Chaeyoon’s performance too.’

how much did you grow

Park Han-yul went down the stage with that thought.

* * *

Jo Sung-hyun clapped as he watched Park Han-yul go down the stage.

The kid’s performance was great.

After all, I wonder if Chae-yoon is a child who only listens to the piano and is interested.

Whatever they did during the vacation, Park Han-yul’s performance was much more mature than the last time I heard it.

It was nice to see him playing with confidence and strength.

‘There are a lot of talented kids.’

Chae-yoon and Han-yul are the same.

All the children who have just been on stage are like that.

They are definitely talented kids in music.

Of course, there will be differences in their talents.

‘Our Chaeyoon is the best.’

Jo Sung-hyun gently placed his hand on Chae-yoon’s head.

Then, Chae-yoon turns her head.

“Dad. Hanyul was my brother!”

Chaeyoon opened her eyes wide and spoke in a low voice.

He tried to lower his voice, but the child’s voice was full of excitement and joy.

It seemed like it was too strange, so Jo Sung-hyun laughed out loud.

“Did Chae-yun know that Han-yul went to a private art school in Korea?”

“still… !”

Chae-yoon opens her mouth as if curious.

Seong-hyeon Cho was also a little curious.

It was a fact that Jo Sung-hyeon and Chae-yoon knew that Park Han-yul attended a private art school in Korea.

However, I never expected to see Hanyul at the entrance ceremony.

It was nice.

Chae-yoon seems to be very happy too.

Yeongjun blinked his eyes and turned his head to look at Chaeyoon.

“Who is Hanyul?”

“It’s not Hanyul, it’s Hanyul’s older brother.”

Youngjun asked.

Chae-yoon opens her eyes and quickly corrects Young-jun’s words.

“Who is that older brother?”

“The person who just played the piano is Hanyul’s older brother. Are you very good at it?”

At Chae-yoon’s words, Young-jun pauses and asks again.

To that, Chae-yoon answered with a clear face.

Jo Sung-hyun glanced at Young-jun.

Yeongjun nodded his head with a curious face.

“yes. hit it well But I think Chaeyoon is better at you.”

Jo Sung-hyun burst into laughter when he heard Yeong-jun’s answer.

It’s a model answer.

Chaeyoung blinked her eyes and shook her head.

“Nope. Hanyul oppa is doing really well.”

The child seemed to think that Park Han-yul played the piano better than him.

Of course, it would be meaningless to distinguish who is better, but Jo Sung-hyun personally… .

‘I like my daughter’s performance more.’

I liked Chae-yoon’s piano better.

Jo Seong-hyun watched the next stage without having to express his thoughts.

Not only the music department but also the art department came up to the stage and showed the stage.

This was also pretty interesting.

Somehow, I have to say that the showmanship is great.

Three students came out and quickly drew on the large easel.

And when the picture was finished, some of the parents of the freshman burst into tears.

“The finished painting will be given as a souvenir!”

With Seong Ha-yeon’s voice, the students who drew the picture came down from the stage with the picture and handed out the pictures to the three freshmen.

On the spot, he drew the face of a freshman.

It was really good for an elementary school level drawing.

They were more free-spirited than simply standardized, rigid art for entrance exams.

Did you decide that it is not good to learn art for the entrance exam from elementary school, or is there a different educational policy?

I’m not sure, but as he watched the stages of several students, he felt that he was more and more fond of the Daehan Academy of Arts.

Because none of the students felt like they were forced to perform.

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Most of them were enjoying the stage, and even though it was annoying, it didn’t feel like they hated performing on stage.

‘I can learn well in a fun way.’

A school that does what its students want.

A school where children learn what they want.

Isn’t this a dream school?

Of course, I can’t judge everything just by looking at it now, but I could at least know that the children’s level itself was high.

So, the entrance ceremony was over.

Last turn.

“We are friends who will be together from tomorrow. Let’s look at the friend next to each and say a word of compliments, shall we? The clothes fit well, the bag is pretty… Anything is fine. One compliment at a time, firing!”

Seong Ha-yeon handled children quite skillfully.

At her words, the children just entering elementary school looked at each other while being shy.

Chae-yoon looked at Young-jun, and Young-jun looked at Chae-yoon.

Jo Seong-hyeon, Jeong Mi-won, and Yoo Jae-gyun stared at their child and smiled cutely.

“Youngjun… cool! I can draw well.”

Chaeyoung smiles brightly and says.

Yeongjun nodded his head and opened his mouth with difficulty.

“You’re pretty, kind, you play the piano well, and the blue bag suits you well.”

“thank you!”

Chae-yoon smiles in response to Yeong-jun’s praise.

So the entrance ceremony is over.

“Good job everyone! A happy school life will begin tomorrow for all of you. To do that, we’ll have to figure out each class and the lockers today, right? The teachers will call you by name, so you just have to answer well and follow your homeroom teacher.”

Seong Ha-yeon spoke one last time, ending the entrance ceremony.

After she finished speaking, several teachers around her approached.

A total of 4 teachers.

The class seemed to be split into two halves.

art department, and music department.

It seemed that two teachers were in charge of one class, and among the dozens of students, the teachers walked around and greeted the students and found their classmates.

Then, one of the teachers came to Yeongjun and Chaeyun and greeted them.

“Hello, Chae Yoon-ah. Hello, Yeongjun?”

“uh? hello!”

Chae-yoon was surprised and said hello.

Yeongjun nodded his head to say hello.

It was the same with Jeong Mi-won, Yoo Jae-kyun, and Jo Sung-hyun.

There was a person I could never have imagined standing there.