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As Uraduate classes and master’s se around However, everyone shook their heads saying that it was their first ti the score There were a feho showed interest in the music, but he did not have any intention to discuss it with the is to find the composer

He looked for a week, but he could not find the source Eventually, everyone except the professors he had not asked had shaken their heads saying they were seeing it for the first ti possibility He assu had already been released and someone had downloaded it off of the internet It could be a song that is not yet known in Korea, a wasteland for conteain and sent it to Park Ji Kuk, a college class abroad in San Francisco His class it for the first tione to A the et a response for a day He thought that it was an emotion that only he had felt It is like when not all people who see Picasso’s works of cubism are in awe

Due to the time difference, a call at dawn told him that he had not felt it alone

“Hello?”

“Hey! Um Ki Jun!”

“What? Why all of a sudden?”

“Tellcome from? You didn’t write it, did you?”

Park Jin Kuk’s voice of anger hit him hard

“Lower your voice! I can hear well So, you saw the e-mail?”

“Hurry up and just answer Did you really write it?”

“I would have sent the sheet program file if I had written it That was printed”

“Then whose is this?”

“I sent it to you because I don’t know that Look into it You know it’s hard to find neorks here This is the first ti it? It’s really unpublished?”

“Of course If a work like this had been published, it would’ve already been a big deal You really don’t know? Then where did it coh how the score had coenius hidden in our school? No way”

“You think that’s possible? The score I scanned was printed Or it was downloaded and printed”

There was no way a student who could write a song like this would not have stood out He would have been revealed through the countless assignment pieces and reports

“None of those old farts at the school would have written it… Where did this guy coht?”

“No need to say it This is a really novel take I don’t kno to express it”

“Exactly There’s a big chance the person rote this doesn’t go to our school Doesn’t it seem most likely that someone found this on the internet so and just put on the internet? Then that means this person is nameless…”

“Is Marco Giavelli still at your school? The principal conductor of the San Francisco Philharht That man He doesn’t coet in contact with hi it to him Let’s see what he thinks of it”

“Why do we need to check that You can tell it’s a work of art just by looking at it”

“Stop playing around You don’t know this industry? Don’t you know it doesn’t matter if nameless people like us like it?”

A society where the people with authority make evaluations and where that is the only opinion that counts If this music were to be assessed as a work of art by Maestro Marco Giavelli, as once one of the best conductors, there would be no need to question it any longer

“Alright, that would be better And who knows? He ht be easy to find out who it is through his connections”

“I’ll keep looking too, so callout”

U up with Park Jin Kuk that he was no longer sleepy

Park Jin Kuk used what little ars, and went to Marco Giavelli’sas professor, Park Jin Kuk had come face-to-face with him nearly everyday, but it had becoars that Marco Giavelli likes because he felt sorry to go looking for hireeted his forh they had seen each other the day before, and laughed when Park Jin Hyuk gave hiars

“You still remember what I like?”

“I’m sorry, I should have coet old, there are more times when it becomes bothersome for visitors to come All you have to do is occasionally check onfor a bit, Park Jin Kuk slowly handed the score over to him

“Maestro, can you take a look at this?”

“What is this? Did you compose this?”

“No I would like to hear what you think about it once you take a look”

Marco Giavelli lit a cigar and after taking a deep puff, he relished the fragrance and started to read the score

Before he had even turned the first page, the cigar was getting to its end in the ashtray He had forgotten he lit a cigar because he could not take his eyes off of the score

Even the old man called a maestro was no different frohed deeply and put the score down multiple times, and put the score down after al you know?”

Park Jin Kuk saw that he had put the score down and spoke carefully

“This… Who wrote this kind of song…”