My Brother was a Genius

Iam Graduating.

Suyeon was a student, that every teacher, wishes and wants to have.

First of all, she was very enthusiastic about the class.

If there’s something she didn’t understand, she asks right away.

That’s not the only thing.

If you teach her one thing, she is able apply that and understand five new things by herself.

She was a typical Genius.

But I didn’t felt envious, rather it was very exciting to teach her. Is this how the teachers who teach geniuses felt?

After taking classes with me for a while, Suyeon began to express her interest in music and singing little by little.

Until then, it was just a dream, she never believed would come true.

A dream which never talked about.

A dream she never cared about. But now she showed signs of taking a interest in her dream and wanting to chase after it.

“Brother.”

“ Yes……”

“ How do I enter the Shibumi Art school.”

I looked Suyeon with a surprised face at her words.

The truth was, I was going to recommend her to apply for Shibumi Art school.

But never thought that those words would come from Suyeon’s mouth.

Why? Do you want to go to Shibumi Art school.”

“No……… it’s just…..just……. I’m curious.” Suyeon mumbled her words.

When I saw that, I felt a bit sad.

It would have been okay if she was a little more greedy, but she smiled as if, it was natural for her to not have any happiness.

“If it’s Suyeon, you’ll be able to pass it. And you could even get a scholarship.”

“Really?”

“ Yes……After-all you are my student.”

Suyeon smiled softly at my words.

DAMN……..MY SISTER IS CUTE.

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From then on, one more thing was added to Suyeon’s class.

A class for the practical exam at Shibumi Art school.

To be honest, I think she’ll pass the exams right away. But I can’t help it because Suyeon is greatly nervous, and teaching her about the practical exam can cease her anxiety.

I didn’t spend all my time on Suyeon’s class.

Most of the time, I work on composing songs.

Almost all of the songs I made in my previous life, have already been composed.

Now I am working on arranging those songs.

And once a week I go to the studio and take guitar lessons from Seong.

On the weekends, I teach music to suyeon for 2 hours.

Lastly, I record in the studio twice every week.

During that time, I receive feedback on the song from Seong.

After living such a regular life………

Finally came………my middle school graduation ceremony.

“ Uncomfortable”

It was very uncomfortable to wear a school uniform after a long time.

I sighed at the thought of having to wear uniforms for another three more years.

“ Time really flies so fast… My son is already in high school next month. ?”

I nodded at the words of my mother, who looked very happy attending my graduation ceremony.

Other than that, the graduation ceremony was very boring.

I greeted the teachers, listened to the principals boring speech and the songs sung by the juniors.

Lastly, took pictures with my class mates and teachers.

In my heart, I want to go home as soon as possible, but mother doesn’t seems to give approval for that.

None of the friendship I made during this time continued after I entered the high school.

I’m also too old to enjoy the emotions of a middle school student.

“Brother is already…………….. graduating.”

While I was in my thoughts, Suyeon murmured the words in a sad tone.

Suyeon and I went to the same elementary and middle school.

But high schools were different.

I went to Shibumi Art school, while Suyeon, just went to a regular high school

” Are you sad….?”

“Wah…..no…I’m…!!”

” Its okay. We’ll be going to the same school again from next year anyway.”

It will be different in this lifetime.

Suyeon will also be attending Shibumi Art school.

Seeing our conversation, mother asked Suyeon.

“Suyeon, do you want to go to Shibumi art school too?”

“…no. its not confirmed yet, I’m just thinking……”

Suyeon said in a slightly low voice to mother.

Her appearance reminded me of a small rabbit shaking in fear.

Seeing Suyeon like that, mother smiled and said.

“Its okay, my daughter. If you want to do it, you should do it. Then we’ll be having two singers in our house.”

Mother said those words with a bright smile.

At that Suyeon smiled.

I clenched my fist, seeing mother, laughing happily with Suyeon.

Even if she said it like that, mom’s head would be complicated right now.

It would be filled with the thoughts of tuition fees at Shibumi Arts school, which were very expensive.

A lot of money should be spent even before entering the school, starting with the registration fee.

As a single parent family, this is a very difficult task for her.

So I shouldn’t fail.

I need to get the scholarship.

And although it is not confirmed, there is a very high probability that Suyeon will also be able to receive a scholarship.

Shibumi Art school is famous for generously providing scholarships to students with outstanding talent.

I made my mother suffer as much as my sister, maybe even more, in my previous life.

After all, it was my fault that my mother died.

So in this life, I want to repay her.

To mother, who turned and looked at me, I said

“Don’t worry mom. I won’t give burden to you”

My mother smiled brightly at my somewhat absurd remarks.

Then she stroked my hair and said

“A mother doesn’t consider it, as a burden…… if it’s for her son and daughter, she is even happy to give her own life.”

I shut my mouth tightly at the words of my mother.

I felt a pain rising from my chest.

I bit my lips, looking at my mother’s rough hands from work.

Mother gave up everything she had in her hand for me.

This time I will repay everything with my own hands.

The only way to receive scholarships from Shibumi Art school is

The first Exam scores.

You must be good at either written or the practical exam.

The problem is writing.

The written test at Shibumi Art school is notorious for being difficult.

It’s like writing a thesis in a foreign language.

No matter how much time I put in, it is difficult to get good grades in writing.

So, I have to abandon that method.

And all that’s left is the second way…….

I have to get an overwhelming grade in the practical exam and get a recommendation from the teacher.

That’s the way I’m currently aiming for.

To do that, I need to prepare from now.

Of course, it’s not a easy task, to get a scholarship by getting a recommendation.

To get a recommendation, I have to make a huge impact in the teacher.

And that is not easy with composing.

I have to stand out, even among the geniuses gathered from all over the country.

That’s why I focused on composing and arranging all day.

Its not that unlikely though.

Because I have a weapon that only I have.

The Knowledge of future.

That doesn’t mean I will steal songs made by other people.

Even though I’m a trash, I’m also a professional musician, and I too respect the ethics in my job.

The knowledge that, only I’m aware were the trends.

Trends are very important in music.

If I know what style of music will be popular in the future, then I can use them in advance.

That’s the best weapon I have.

The first exam is the most decisive one.

If I receive a scholarship here, the chances of continuing to receive a scholarship after that are extremely high.

Therefore, in the first exam, I have to make an overwhelming song.

Listening to the songs, I’ve made so far, I nodded my head

Not bad.

Actually, aside from my singing ability, the original score had already received good reviews, even in my previous life.

But will this be enough.?

Those thoughts kept running through my head.

Will they be able to show an overwhelming performance amongst geniuses from all over the country?

To be honest, I think this alone will not be enough.

There are many reasons for this, but the biggest reasons is the singer of the song.

These songs were made just for me.

A song I made for me to sing. So a lot of things have been given up to cover up weakness, that is singing

Can I show an overwhelming performance with a song that compromised in that way?

No

The answer came quickly.

This alone is not enough.

It is true that these songs are good songs, but they are not overwhelming songs.

No matter how much I arrange it, it can’t overcome it’s defects.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Now I have given up my dream of becoming a singer. The weakness of being sung by me has been lifted off.

Then, the new song should be made with the assumption that other people will sing it.

Who do I want to sing this song?

Of course, my little sister.

What should be the theme of the song?

Family……regret………and gratitude.

A song for my mother and sister, who lost everything for me.

I opened my eyes with a new found confidence and muttered to myself.

“Lets do it”

I started composing in the laptop.

Fingers moved briskly.

I don’t have to give up things in this song, that I gave up in the past.

A greed that was not greedy arouse within me.

I expressed all of my emotions within the composition program.

But the result.

I was not satisfied.

Seong wass right. There is a lot of difference between simply making a song with composition program and making it with an instrument.

I took the cell phone.

The time in it said 9 pm

It’s a little late, but Seong will still be in Howl studio.

I placed the laptop in my bag and packed.

And while I was about to leave the house, I heard a voice

“Son where are you going..?”

“Mom….I’m going to practice for a while.”

With a little bit of worry in her face, mother opened her mouth and said.

“Don’t overdo it son.”

I nodded my head at mother’s words but within my head I said to myself.

‘Sorry mom…..I will overdo myself, so that you don’t have to overdo anymore.

I ran the streets while remembering the melody that was flowing through me.

And finally, I arrived at Howl studio.

When I opened the door, Seong looked at me with a surprised expression.

“Hajun what are you doing here at this hour?”

“ Senior can I use a guitar.”

Seong was a little confused, but still he nodded his head.

“ Sure that’s fine.”

“Thank you.”

The moment I heard the answer, I thanked him and went into the studio where the instrument was.

I turned on the recorder I brought with me and picked up the guitar.

Then, I started playing the melodies that flowed in my mind.

The melodies I played began to fill the studio.