Chapter 65
Chapter 65
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: A Song Just for Me
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Now that she thought about it, Lee Si-eun's mother was the reason Si-eun had dreamed of becoming a singer.
Her mom didn't just love rock music—she enjoyed listening to classical and jazz with Si-eun and chatting about music.
Facing Yeonwoo now, Si-eun was reminded of the movie her mom had called a masterpiece and made her watch while sitting right beside her.
Amadeus.
In that film about Mozart and Salieri, young Si-eun remembered not the adult Mozart with his debauched lifestyle and strange laugh, but the child playing piano blindfolded.
She had asked her mom about it.
‘She looks about my age—how can that kid play piano so well?’
‘Mozart was a genius for the ages. He mastered piano at three and started composing at five.’
Si-eun had thought it was a lie.
No way a kid that young could do that?
Even now, she didn't think it was a lie, but she couldn't quite grasp it.
She just vaguely figured that's why he was considered history's greatest genius.
But now, there was a kid right in front of her claiming to be that level of genius.
A child just starting elementary school, producing music that shook the K-pop scene as the genius composer Yuin.
Like the young Si-eun who couldn't believe Mozart had performed and composed at that age, the adult Si-eun couldn't believe Yeonwoo now.
Yeonwoo nodded at Si-eun's disbelief.
“Everyone looks at me like that at first.”
He spoke boldly and beckoned her over.
“Sis, come here.”
Pulled along like a magnet, Si-eun entered Yuin's studio without time to collect herself.
It was packed with gear that made her wonder if a seven-year-old could really use it.
Glancing around, one wall had a bookshelf stuffed with books.
From picture books to humanities texts—so many that she'd doubt a kid could read them.
“Sis, have a seat here.”
Yeonwoo stepped out briefly, grabbed a chair from the dining table, and placed it beside him.
Si-eun hesitated but sat down.
“How was the song?”
“Huh? Oh, the song. Yeah, the song. It was good. Really good.”
Yeonwoo grinned.
“It had to be.”
“Huh?”
“I made it to fit your voice perfectly.”
Si-eun covered her mouth with both hands.
“I hoped, but... really...?”
Yeonwoo nodded.
“What about the range or breathing...?”
“Yeah.”
“That's possible...? You only heard my voice at the audition.”
“I got the gist. Wanna hear?”
He fiddled quickly with the MIDI keyboard that was on.
“Wanna listen?”
“You made this just now?”
Yeonwoo nodded and hit play.
For Si-eun, who eyed him with doubt, Yeonwoo composed a song on the spot.
Truth be told, it wasn't truly instant—his head was full of tracks he'd imagined for her voice.
Bringing them to life was easy for him.
He could recall a sound and instantly find and assemble the right virtual instruments.
But that was Yeonwoo's view. Si-eun saw it differently.
After a few tweaks, a song emerged in about five minutes.
She couldn't help but be stunned.
Even more shocking, the song from those tiny hands was incredible.
A rich melody that hooked your ears, a bright vibe evoking teens—it captured hearts.
And she could feel it.
Just like the OST, this song was made solely for her.
“Not bad?”
“It's... amazing. How do you make something like this?”
Yeonwoo gave his usual answer.
“Just do.”
Yeah, just.
“Just?”
“Yeah, it pops into my head.”
My god.
Is this what it means to be a genius?
While Si-eun marveled, Yeonwoo tinkered again.
“Sudden idea. This is Kim Ye-eun's theme.”
Theme meaning the background music when Ye-eun appears, she figured.
The quirky, upbeat tune brought the script's Ye-eun to mind.
“It's so good. Just hearing it immerses me in Ye-eun.”
“That's the point. I made it thinking of her.”
A song that drew you into emotions.
Was this possible?
“So? Trustworthy enough? Yuin-ish?”
Startled by Yeonwoo's question, Si-eun blurted.
“I-I never doubted! Just surprised.”
Yeonwoo chuckled softly at her reaction.
It was such a pretty, cute smile it took her breath away.
‘Not just music genius—face genius too.’
Si-eun was a total fan. Seeing Yeonwoo's clear potential lifted her spirits.
“Now, shall we try singing?”
Having proven he was Yuin, Yeonwoo led Si-eun to the booth and nudged her in.
“S-suddenly?”
“Better with no one around, right?”
Si-eun flinched.
Does this kid read minds?
She didn't know, but Yeonwoo could guess.
As he delved deeper into emotions, even non-clone fairies expressed them somewhat.
Si-eun's voice was so captivating it spawned blue fairies on command—he could see them pop out in real-time and gauge her feelings through them.
The fairies born from her now carried constant fear and pressure.
“Just sing with me watching.”
“Huh? What're you talking about? I'm right here.”
“Me too.”
Oops.
Yeonwoo turned.
Yoo Jaehyuk and Jiyeong watched Yeonwoo and Si-eun.
Si-eun's face drained white.
“Uh, um...”
A fairy popped out with her flustered voice.
Yeonwoo sighed at the pale fairy mirroring Si-eun.
“Sis.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Remember the BGM I played? Ye-eun theme.”
Suddenly, the Ye-eun theme BGM came to her mind.
“From now on, you're Ye-eun. Hypnotize yourself with the BGM in your head.”
“Ye-eun BGM...”
“Yeah. Who are you, sis?”
“Ye-eun.”
“Right. You're Ye-eun. You might shake—that's normal. Ye-eun trembled her first time too. But what happened when she closed her eyes and sang? Remember the script?”
“Yeah, people loved it.”
“And?”
“She started dreaming bigger.”
“Exactly. This is that moment. Uncle Yoo Jaehyuk is Ye-eun's music teacher who makes her sing, Aunt Jiyeong is the girl bullying her, and I'm her one true best friend.”
“Okay.”
Ye-eun was picked on by class toughs—not full isolation, but teased.
Unaware, the music teacher chats with his best friend (later bassist) and gets caught, then calls Ye-eun to sing.
She whines, dreads it, considers faking, but Si-eun—script-memorized pro—felt responsible.
The scenario Yeonwoo described flooded her mind.
Shaky, scared Ye-eun. Flowing BGM: Ye-eun theme.
Recalling the BGM immersed Si-eun instantly.
‘I'm Ye-eun. Kim Ye-eun. Ordinary kid scared of laughs, knows no songs.’
“Go on in.”
Mesmerized, Si-eun entered the booth.
The OST for High Teen Rock 'n' Roll, 'Hello, My Friend,' started playing.
Like Ye-eun, Si-eun clasped hands at her chest to calm her shakes and squeezed her eyes shut.
The BGM faded; she focused on the intro.
-Hello, my friend...
The straightforward lyrics for a teen girl's heart flowed from her lips.
Yoo Jaehyuk and Shin Jiyeong's eyes went wide.
“Wow, her speaking voice sounded great, but singing? No joke.”
“She could make a living at anything with that voice.”
Yeonwoo savored Si-eun's trance-like singing, ignoring their praise.
Among voices he'd heard, hers was top-tier.
To him, it was the ultimate instrument.
* * *
“What? Bro, you're early.”
Arriving at SSHIN Studio, Park Sungkook spotted a group walking ahead.
Invincible.
He called to his cousin, Park Soo-hyuk.
“Yeah, you're here, Sungkook. Introduce—our members.”
“Hello, hyungs. I'm Soo-hyuk's cousin. Oh, and the directing PD for this drama.”
Greetings exchanged with Park Sungkook, Yoon Jina, and Invincible, they eyed the building.
“This is SSHIN Studio?”
“Yeah.”
“Your agency's smaller than I thought. Like a neighborhood shop.”
“Hey, can't have our prez Yuin exposed in a busy spot.”
Park Sungkook glanced around at Park Soo-hyuk's words.
“Spill now—we'll meet soon. Why hide like this? Idols hide from public, sure, but from industry folks? Rare.”
Park Soo-hyuk scratched his cheek.
“Well...”
“What? I need prep time. Tell me.”
“It's... a kid.”
“A kid? Like immature? Childish antics? That's exhausting.”
“No, literally a kid. First grade.”
Park Sungkook blinked at him.
“Don't joke, hyung. There's limits.”
“No, really a kid.”
“Come on—what kid makes those songs, revives dead singers? Doesn't add up...”
“Sungkook.”
“Yeah?”
“It's true. Never seen a genius like this. Mozart reborn, maybe. Don't underestimate the kid. Jaehyuk might deck you. Or I might first.”
Park Soo-hyuk didn't bluff.
If he said it straight-faced, it was real.
So we're handing music direction to an elementary kid?
Park Sungkook's head spun.
Still, time to go in.
Leading the three leads—Yoon Jina and Lee Si-eun excepted—they entered SSHIN Studio.
There, Si-eun in the booth. A kid's back sat before her.
‘For real...’
Park Sungkook felt dizzy.
But briefly.
Si-eun's voice pulled his gaze to the booth unwittingly.
“Wow...”
The speaker-borne voice was utterly mesmerizing.