Superstar From Age 0

The stormy first part was over.

Jason Moore and the pianist bowed and left the stage, and only when the curtain fell did the audience exhale.

And a moment later, a huge applause filled the first concert hall.

“Amazing! I couldn't even breathe while listening!”

“Me too! I got goosebumps!”

Seo-jun's friends, who were sitting in the VIP seats, also clapped vigorously, feeling their hearts pounding.

Albert, who was invited by Ji-ho, charlie, sarah Welton, and Benjamin, who was sitting with the children, also applauded warmly, with a pleased expression on their faces.

The other spectators also shared their overflowing emotions with their companions, as the performance was more impressive than they expected. The auditorium was buzzing with applause and chatter.

“Really amazing! I don't know much about classical music, but Jason Moore seems like a genius. It's a shame. I should have seen the previous concerts like you.”

It was a pity to see it only once, said one spectator to his friend, who was a fan of Jason Moore.

“…No.”

“Huh?”

“…I've never heard such a performance before.”

Only then did he see his friend's face. It was a mixture of ecstasy and emotion, flushed and teary-eyed.

The other fans of Jason Moore were similar, and some of them were ordinary spectators who became fans after the performance.

Unlike the fans and ordinary spectators who were moved and regretted that the European tour was over today, the music industry insiders realized their stunned state and coughed and changed their posture.

“Ahem. Jason Moore's solo was worth listening to.”

“Well, well… as expected.”

But unlike their nonchalant attitude, their hands were sweaty from the tension and excitement.

The reporters, who had been persistent and nagging at the slightest flaw, could only write down their own impressions.

It was such an overwhelming performance.

“Professor Benjamin raised a monster.”

The maestro of the Bayern Orchestra sighed and relaxed his tense body.

“That's right.”

The concertmaster nodded in agreement, with a hint of jealousy on his face. He was a violinist, after all.

“The second part is an orchestra collaboration?”

“Yes. The members and the conductor were selected by audition. There are about 40 people, a chamber orchestra.”

Unlike a typical orchestra with over 50 performers, a small orchestra with about 30 to 40 people was called a chamber orchestra.

The concertmaster looked at the pamphlet.

“The conductor is Derek Roth, we saw him once before. The pamphlet doesn't say, but the violinist Dmitry Vasilyev is also participating as the first violin.”

“It's luxurious for an orchestra violin.”

“And the violinists Yoo Sung Choi and Natalie…”

The concertmaster read the names of the orchestra members. They were names that the concertmaster and the maestro had heard once or twice, as they were chosen by Jason Moore and Professor Benjamin.

They were not yet accepted as members of their own orchestra.

“G. B.? I've never heard of that name…”

The concertmaster tried to recall the violinists who started with that alphabet, but he couldn't think of anyone.

“He did well in the solo, but… the collaboration with the orchestra is different. I wonder if the orchestra, which was gathered by audition, can match Jason Moore's skills…”

“Jason Moore might have to tone down his performance to match the orchestra's skills.”

That would be unfortunate.

They wouldn't be able to hear the brilliant performance they just heard.

“Let's just listen to Jason Moore's violin. Don't worry about the orchestra members.”

The maestro's words made the concertmaster nod and fold the pamphlet.

Jason Moore was one of the candidates for the next collaboration that the Bayern Orchestra was considering. He was one of the candidates, but the maestro and the concertmaster were already over 90% sure.

“Yes. Our orchestra will be able to match Jason Moore's performance.”

The concertmaster's proud words made the maestro nod in agreement.

Beep—-

The curtain rose with a notice.

The orchestra members, who had moved their chairs during the break, were visible.

The children spotted Seo-jun. He was wearing a suit and holding a violin, sitting with a serious expression. He looked like a real orchestra member, and they smiled.

On the other hand, it was a bit strange that Seo-jun was not the main character of the stage. The Seo-jun they knew always received the spotlight and always shone.

Soon after, the conductor Derek Roth and the main character of today, the violinist Jason Moore, walked out from the side of the stage.

They bowed to the audience and went to their positions.

The conductor Derek Roth looked around the members and threw a glance at Jason Moore. Jason Moore nodded, and the conductor's baton drew a powerful line from top to bottom.

[(Line) The connection of the orchestra conductor is activated.]

Numbers flashed over the heads of 15 people.

One of them was Seo-jun, who felt the atmosphere of the auditorium and continued to play.

‘There is a role for the supporting actors!’

To make the main character, Jason Moore, shine more, and to improve the overall quality of the performance, seo-jun played his role as a supporting actor.

The other performers were the same. They played with sincerity and passion, one note at a time.

Next, Jason Moore's solo continued.

His performance, which had improved even more after he broke the training wheels with his own hands, was so brilliant that the audience had to bite their lips to suppress the exclamation that came to their mouths. His intense tone gave them goosebumps all over their bodies, not inferior to the first part.

Just when he wondered if he could go any further, the orchestra's performance followed.

The orchestra, which most of the insiders had ignored at today's concert, adjusted the strength and weakness with a solid melody, and the audience's hearts tightened and relaxed accordingly.

Then, the ensemble of violin and orchestra.

A rich harmony enveloped the first concert hall. The steady and gentle melody of the orchestra highlighted Jason Moore's dazzling performance, and the violin melody soared higher with the heavy orchestra as a support.

—-!

…Oh my God.

The audience's lips parted involuntarily at the sound of the instruments that filled their bodies and seemed to burst.

Their blinking eyes stopped moving, their throats dried up, and their heartbeats quickened. They got faster and faster. They felt like they were breathing and stopping at the same time.

They wondered if this was the mental shock they felt when they saw a great piece of art, called Stendhal syndrome.

The orchestra and Jason Moore, who didn't know or care about the state of the audience, who seemed to have half their souls taken away, played vigorously until the end.

–!

The conductor Derek Roth stopped his arms that had been moving violently and breathed heavily. The instruments also became quiet at the same time, as if their sound was snatched away.

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Jason Moore, who looked a little tired, slowly put down his Stradivarius from his shoulder. Seo-jun, Dmitry, and the other performers also loosened their grip on the instruments and caught their breaths that had been panting since some point.

They were all so immersed that they didn't know how time passed and reached the end.

The performance was over.

The first concert hall was still silent without a sound.

But everyone on stage knew that it didn't mean failure or disappointment.

They wanted to savor this overflowing emotion, this ecstatic feeling, as long as possible, even if they opened their mouths and made a sound, they felt like they would fly away.

As if understanding their feelings, Jason Moore opened his mouth after a while.

“…Thank you.”

Even his voice was a bit rough and trembling, as if he was overwhelmed.

At his voice, the audience exhaled one by one. And in a few seconds, the biggest cheers and applause ever filled the first concert hall.

Wow!!

It was a huge cheer that was hard to see in a classical concert.

***

The after-party that was held after the successful European tour was bustling.

The orchestra members and his acquaintances all attended. Seo-jun's friends also attended and gave him enthusiastic impressions. Seo-jun laughed at the excited faces of his friends.

“Wow! The Bayern Orchestra contacted me!”

Choi Yoo Sung shook his phone. Natalie and the other members also laughed at the calls from everywhere.

Jason Moore and Dmitry Vasilyev had already turned off their phones because of the endless calls, even though they didn't know how they got their personal phone numbers.

“Oh! They’re asking who G. B. is?”

“Well, they're all in touch, but G. B. is the only one who doesn't answer, so they must be curious.”

The members giggled.

At the name G. B., seo-jun also laughed with his friends.

“Articles are out!”

“Already?”

On the internet, articles full of praise for Jason Moore and the orchestra started to appear. There were no bad articles. There were also plenty of reviews written by the audience.

-Is it really over today?!

-I have money here! Money!! Please do one more performance!

-Where is Jason Moore's next concert?

=I'm looking for it too. But there's no plan yet ??

=I wish they would do another European tour with the same members… Then I would follow them everywhere…!

-Did they expect this kind of reaction??

=How many times did you see the performance?

=Me? Twice.

=Oh. Poor you… You should have come to today's performance…

Eating the food prepared at the party, seo-jun asked Jason.

“When will the live recording be released?”

“I originally planned to share it only among ourselves…”

“No way! This, this has to be made public!”

The general manager, who had been listening somewhere, interrupted. Jason Moore shrugged his shoulders. He didn't seem to care much about anything other than the concert.

“They say so. So I have to redo the contract and it's complicated, so it might take some time. You don't have to do it if you don't want to.”

“Please…”

The general manager looked at Seo-jun with a pitiful eye. He had already gotten an okay from the other performers. Seo-jun smiled and nodded.

“I'm fine with it. Oh, please send the contract to the company.”

“I’ll send it right away!”

Seo-jun blinked his eyes as he watched the general manager run away, and Jason Moore smiled slightly.

“The manager loves classical music. He wants more people to listen to it. But when are you going to reveal your identity? In an article when the VOD comes out?”

“I'm going to post a picture I took before I went on stage before the VOD comes out. I want to tell the fans first. But I can't help it if someone finds out before that.”

Seo-jun shrugged his shoulders.

“How long will it take to finish?”

“It's a live recording, so there's not much to edit. And it's a VOD, not a CD. I think it’ll be out by the time you go back to Korea.”

Seo-jun nodded at Jason's words. He had to tell Da Ho hyung in advance.

“Then please contact me before that, Jason.”

“Okay. Oh, are you leaving Paris tomorrow?”

“Yes. I'm going to Italy. Then Switzerland, Germany, netherlands, and UK.”

“In two weeks?”

“Yes!”

Jason Moore scratched his chin at Seo-jun's excited face.

“Five countries in two weeks… That's pretty busy.”

“It's okay now that I'm just traveling.”

At that, both Jason, who knew how Seo-jun and his friends had spent two weeks in Paris, and Seo-jun himself laughed. It was hard to call this two weeks a trip.

“Come to Korea sometime, Jason. With the professor. And meet Soo Bin too.”

“Okay.”

As they were talking, they heard the sound of a cello and a flute from somewhere. The members seemed to be in a good mood and started playing their instruments.

Sweet music, delicious food, and pleasant people.

It was a really enjoyable time.

***

The next day.

Grace and Sarah Welton headed to the US, and Seo-jun and the kids headed to Italy at Charles de Gaulle International Airport.

“Bye. Grace. And Sarah.”

“I’ll contact you later!”

“Have fun on your trip!”

Grace and Sarah Welton, who had an earlier flight, left first, and Seo-jun and the kids said goodbye to Charlie and his father.

“Take care.”

“Stay healthy, sir. You too, charlie!”

“Bye!”

Seo-jun and the kids waved their hands and went through the security check into the departure hall. After a while, the plane they were boarding arrived.

They walked along the corridor connected to the plane and talked with excited faces.

“How long will it take?”

“About two hours.”

“What are we going to see? The Colosseum?”

“And the Trevi Fountain!”

Italy, rome.

It was the next destination for the kids.

And time flew by.

“This is London!”

“They say British food is bad…”

Seo-jun and his friends’ European trip was coming to an end.