Superstar From Age 0 C.520:

Play Speak

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: AgRoseCrystal

Chapter 520

The same day.

London, England.

โ€œPlease pack your bags and gather at the departure time after lunch!โ€

The people nodded at the schedule managerโ€™s words and started their lunch.

They quickly got their warm food as they chose their favorite menus.

โ€œItโ€™s the last concert now.โ€

โ€œI know. I thought it would be long, but it feels short now that itโ€™s over.โ€ freewebnรธvel.com

โ€œOh, do you remember the maestro who came to the German concert?โ€

โ€œThe maestro who was close to Professor Morton? Of course I remember!โ€

They were the team of violinist Jason Moore, who had finished their concert in England and were heading to their last concert venue, Paris, France.

A violin recital usually only had a violin and a piano on stage, but this Jason Mooreโ€™s recital had both a solo recital and an orchestra collaboration in the second part.

The performers here were temporary orchestra members gathered for this concert.

But being temporary didnโ€™t mean they lacked skills. They recruited skilled performers and practiced enough in advance.

The performers also tried hard to impress the important guests who would come to the concert of Jason Moore, a world-famous violinist, such as orchestra officials or maestros. Maybe they could join a new orchestra with that connection.

โ€œPlease let the staff know if you have any pain!โ€

The staff had to run around busy with so many people.

โ€œPlease check your instruments before departure!โ€

It was fine for instruments like violins that could be carried on board, but large instruments like cellos or contrabasses had to be handled with care.

โ€œI heard that one of the British airlines was voted the number one airline that musicians should avoid. They opened the cello case they sent as checked baggage and found a broken cello in piecesโ€ฆโ€

The performers shuddered at the story that was worse than a horror story. They felt goosebumps on their arms.

โ€œThank goodness. We rented a seat for itโ€ฆโ€

There was another way besides sending it as checked baggage, which was to buy an extra seat to store the instrument.

It might look strange to see an instrument taking up a seat instead of a person, but if they heard the price of the instrument, they would think differently. The instruments of these high level performers were almost as valuable as their assets.

โ€œItโ€™s complicated because each airline has different regulations.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s true. I almost used a Japanese airline before, but they told me to buy three tickets for one cello.โ€

โ€œThree tickets?โ€

The performers were surprised by the cellistโ€™s shrug.

โ€œThey measured the cello lying down. So I just moved to another airline.โ€

โ€œIs it still like that?โ€

โ€œThey must have had a lot of complaints, because they changed it.โ€

The performers, who had traveled around here and there for competitions or concerts, shared their stories about the airlines they had used.

One of the violinists who had finished their meal early and returned to their room ran out of the elevator with a pale face. The violinists who saw him called him with a puzzled look.

โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong? What happened?โ€

โ€œDid you lose your violin or something?โ€

The hotel staff nearby tensed up.

โ€œDo you know where Jason is?โ€

โ€œJason should be having lunch with Professor Benjaminโ€ฆโ€

The violinist quickly moved to the location that one of the performers told him. His face was pale, his eyes were anxious, his breath was rough, and his hands were trembling. His friends who were close to him put down their forks and knives and got up from their seats to follow him.

Jason Moore and Professor Benjamin were talking at a table near the window. Professor Benjaminโ€™s face was full of satisfaction and Jason Mooreโ€™s expression, which always seemed stiff, was relaxed.

โ€œItโ€™s already the last one.โ€

โ€œArenโ€™t you tired?โ€

โ€œWell, itโ€™s a bit hard now.โ€

โ€œI told you I could do it aloneโ€ฆโ€

Jason Moore frowned slightly.

He knew that it wasnโ€™t easy for him to travel and stay with him throughout the European tour, considering his age.

โ€œIโ€™m not that old, Jason. I had fun. I watched the concert and met my friends.โ€

Jason Moore sighed lightly at Professor Benjaminโ€™s words. He wouldnโ€™t have worried if he had just watched comfortably. He was the one who came to give advice every practice time.

Jason Moore was about to sigh again when he heard a trembling voice.

โ€œEx, excuse me.โ€

Professor Benjamin and Jason Moore turned their heads. It was a violinist who occupied one of the first violin seats. Both of them sensed something wrong with his pale face.

โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m, Iโ€™m sorry. My, my wife and son had an accidentโ€ฆ I just got a callโ€ฆโ€

There were sounds of breathing in from everywhere. The violinist said with a trembling voice.

โ€œIโ€ฆ I think I have to go nowโ€ฆ Iโ€™m sorryโ€ฆ Thereโ€™s still a concert leftโ€ฆโ€

He could see the violinistโ€™s hands shaking as they held each other.

He knew how important the concert was.

He also knew well that there were great people among the performers, among the artists, who put their family matters behind, held back their tears, and went on stage with determination for the waiting audience.

But it was still hard for him.

He didnโ€™t think Jason Moore wouldnโ€™t let him go, but he had a bit of anxiety left, so the violinist quickly added.

โ€œโ€ฆIโ€™ll pay the penalty. Iโ€™ll find a violinist to replace me as soon as possibleโ€ฆ Iโ€™m reallyโ€ฆ really sorry for not participating until the end of the concertโ€ฆโ€

While the violinist choked back his tears, silence hung over the table nearby. They all had worried about it at least once when they went on stage away from their families.

Jason Moore opened his mouth.

โ€œYou donโ€™t have to pay the penalty. Accidents happen.โ€

โ€œThโ€ฆ thank you.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t have to worry about the violinist either. I happen to know a good violinist in Paris.โ€

Jason Moore said.

โ€œSo donโ€™t worry about the rest and go quickly.โ€

The violinist thanked him several times, took the luggage that his colleagues, who he had become close to over the past few months, had prepared for him, and hurriedly left the hotel. The staff agreed to send the rest of his luggage.

Jason Moore sighed deeply as he watched the violinist leave. Professor Benjamin Morton spoke.

โ€œIt would be easier if he was an orchestra member, then he would have a backup to take overโ€ฆ but not otherwise.โ€

Stage or family.

It was a question that Jason Moore, who had no one to replace him and worked solo, had to think about at least once.

โ€œWhat would you do?โ€

He had no family, but he had a teacher who was like a family.

Jason Moore, who had grown up receiving his sincere love, looked at Professor Benjaminโ€™s smiling face and felt his throat tighten. He barely uttered a word.

โ€œโ€ฆI donโ€™t know.โ€

He had never thought about his teacher having an accident.

Professor Benjamin smiled softly at his student, who still looked young.

โ€œBy the way, Jason. The violinist in Paris right nowโ€ฆโ€

โ€œHeโ€™s the only one.โ€

Jason Moore smiled mischievously, having regained his composure.

***

Clap clap clap clap!

The applause filled the auditorium. Seo-jun also applauded the actors who showed their passion.

โ€œHa. That was fun.โ€

Seo-jun stretched as he left the theater and looked at the play pamphlet again. The page after the cover had a book introduction, which was the original novel of the play he had just seen.

โ€œThis is the play that started last month, right?โ€

It was a newly made work, but it was the most interesting and fun among the shows he had seen today. Seo-jun enjoyed it and the audienceโ€™s reaction was good, so he thought it wouldnโ€™t be long before it came to Korea.

He wondered how it would be like if Korean actors performed it, and stopped by a bookstore on his way back to his accommodation to buy the original novel. But Seo-junโ€™s hand was empty when he left the bookstore.

***

โ€œThey were all in French.โ€

The kids burst into laughter at Seo-junโ€™s words, who dropped his shoulders.

โ€œJun, you can read some French fairy tales, right?โ€

Charlie, who had recommended those fairy tales, said to Seo-jun.

Todayโ€™s cooking was also what Mina and Charlie had learned from Le Cordon Bleu.

They taught and learned from each other at dinner time because they took different classes.

โ€œThis book is a mystery. There might be clues in every word. There might be clues to the mystery in the text. I donโ€™t want to miss them.โ€

โ€œThat makes sense.โ€

โ€œOf course, the English translation might feel a bit different from the original, but they must have translated it well.โ€

Grace and Ji-yoon suddenly started laughing. Seo-jun and the kids looked at them with curious faces.

โ€œDid you think of something funny?โ€

โ€œNo, itโ€™s just. We talked about it at the book fair with Grace. It was in front of the booth of the fairy tale book that was the original of the childrenโ€™s play. Seo-jun would read it right away, we thought. Should we buy one?โ€

Ji-yoon continued, and Grace said with a smile.

โ€œJun loves books that are adapted, being adapted, or would be good to be adapted.โ€

The kids laughed at Graceโ€™s words.

โ€œThatโ€™s true. Thatโ€™s how Seo-jun chooses books.โ€

Seo-jun scratched his cheek at Ji-wooโ€™s words. He had just told them that he had gone to buy the original novel of the play, so he had nothing to say.

The laughter died down and Mina asked Seo-jun.

โ€œSo are you going to the book fair tomorrow?โ€

โ€œYeah. Iโ€™m meeting Jason and Professor Benjamin in the afternoon. So only in the morning.โ€

โ€œOh. Theyโ€™re coming tomorrow.โ€

โ€œThey arrived in Paris today, but they had a lot of things to do and move, so we decided to meet tomorrow.โ€

The kids talked about their own schedules, starting with Seo-junโ€™s tomorrow schedule. It was not a very travel-like travel schedule, but they all had bright faces.

***

The next day.

Seo-jun bought books at the international book fair and had lunch, then headed to the Paris Music Hall. He had to match Jason Mooreโ€™s schedule, so he did.

The Paris Music Hall, which was one of the top three theaters in Paris, had not only a place for performances, but also a practice room where they could practice. Seo-jun, who had contacted them in advance, headed to the other entrance instead of the one where the audience came in.

โ€œJason! Long time no see!โ€

โ€œYeah. Long time no see.โ€

Jason Moore came out to meet Seo-jun, who had brought two hands full of cookies from the cookie shop that Charlie had recommended for the orchestra members. They had contacted each other often, but it had been a long time since they met in person, so Seo-jun greeted him with a happy face.

โ€œCan you come out like this? Arenโ€™t you busy?โ€

โ€œWe had some trouble, so weโ€™re starting the real practice tomorrow. How did you bring all that? Give me some.โ€

Jason reached out for the paper bags in Seo-junโ€™s hands. Seo-jun smiled and avoided him.

โ€œNope. Violinists canโ€™t carry heavy things. What if you hurt your fingers? Itโ€™s your concert, you canโ€™t ruin it.โ€

Jason Moore snatched one of the paper bags with a sneaky smile.

โ€œThatโ€™s why we have to share the load.โ€

Seo-jun blinked his eyes in confusion at Jason Moore, who looked unusually playful.

โ€œOne of the orchestra violinists dropped out.โ€

โ€œ! Really?โ€

โ€œSo I recommended you.โ€

โ€œโ€ฆWhat?โ€

He seemed to have finished talking, and Jason Moore walked ahead. Seo-jun quickly followed him.

โ€œJason! You remember Iโ€™m an actor, right!?โ€

Jason Moore and Professor Benjamin Morton, who were waiting at the entrance, chuckled at Seo-junโ€™s panicked scream.

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