Superstar From Age 0

Chapter 644

[Lullaby] composed by Professor Benjamin Morton

A song full of love and sorrow for the precious ones who left first, sent by those who remained behind.

Director Sara Roth thought that Professor Benjamin Morton, who had met many people and parted with as many in his life, would be more suitable to compose [Lullaby] than Seo-jun, who was still young and had rarely experienced losing someone.

That’s why she asked Professor Morton to compose [Lullaby] for the episode at the public cemetery, unlike [Good Morning], [Good Afternoon], and [Good Evening], which she entrusted to Seo-jun.

And in response to her request, Professor Morton composed [Lullaby], a song that anyone would shed tears while thinking of their beloved ones, with a heart full of hope that they would rest in peace and comfort, recalling his old acquaintances.

That song was now flowing from ‘Gray’s’ fingertips.

The gentle, calm, and kind melody of the violin filled the shooting site.

The affection and love of those who remained behind, wishing that you would forget all the nightmares that tormented you and only dream of happiness, resonated with the hearts of those who listened.

They involuntarily remembered the ones who had gone far away, buried in a corner of their hearts.

Grandma, grandpa. Mother, father.

Siblings. Lovers. Friends. Pets.

The people they thought of were different, but the feelings they had were the same.

‘Please be at peace.’

Contrary to Director Roth’s guess, the ‘reincarnator’ who had experienced more farewells than anyone else in this world, continued to play with a heart full of such feelings.

‘Even if I’m a monster, I know what farewell is.’

It might be different if it was a life of evil, but in a life of good, he had experienced enough love, sorrow, and affection. Seo-jun would have done a great job composing this song too.

‘Of course, the lullaby composed by the professor is also good.’

As he continued to act as ‘Gray Vainy’, Seo-jun thought so.

[(Good)Modit Flower Petals-Middle Low Grade-is activated.]

[(Good)Modit Flower Petals-Middle Low Grade]

The flower of the modit tree that grows in the water.

It makes you remember the appearance of the dead.

It removes some of the sorrow and regret of the target.

Modit, a tree that grows in the sea.

The flowers that bloom from the modit are used in the funeral ceremonies of the sea races. The petals of the modit flower show the appearance of the dead when they were alive, and allow them to have a brief conversation.

And seeing that appearance, the ones who were left behind send their sorrow and love with the water.

Wishing that they would not have any regrets.

Sea-colored petals that only Seo-jun could see floated down in the air like waves.

Thus, the violin performance for the dead, enhanced by Seo-jun’s ability, slowly walked toward its end.

Hanna Wise remembered her late father.

She also remembered herself holding his rough hand that had always protected her with a smile, and talking to him about this and that with a tearful face for the last time.

The performance slowed down. It felt like it was ending.

She missed her father’s footsteps that were fading away.

She wished he would turn around and come back to this place.

‘But… that’s impossible.’

She prayed that he would be comfortable there.

She was glad that the script had a line that said ‘she cries’.

Hanna Wise, with a somewhat lighter heart, wiped away the tears that came out without her knowing, and continued to act with sincerity.

Seeing her, ‘Gray’ and ‘Seo-jun’ who was finishing the violin performance, suddenly had a thought.

If this [Lullaby] was a letter to the dead…

‘What if they replied?’

“Cut, okay!”

As Seo-jun finished the violin performance, Director Roth gave the okay sign. Cheers erupted from everywhere. Moist voices were also heard.

Seo-jun looked at them for a moment, then looked down at the violin he was holding.

He felt sorry.

‘Gray Vainy’, who had not yet gotten out of his role, felt the same.

Seo-jun had an experience that no one in this world had ever had. ‘Gray Vainy’, who was acting as Seo-jun, knew that too.

The feelings and thoughts after death.

And the emotions.

What happened to the ones I loved in my previous life after I died?

Were they suffering?

Were they sad?

Were they lonely?

He had lived so many lives that he should have been numb, but love and affection always made ‘Seo-jun’ sentimental. Of course, only in the lives of good.

‘As for the lives of evil… well, I forgot them cleanly.’

Anyway.

The feelings after death were unique and unparalleled emotions that only ‘Seo-jun’, who repeated lives, could feel.

Maybe because he was a musician who expressed all his emotions through music, ‘Gray Vainy’ did not want to leave this peculiar and special emotion as it was.

‘Seo-jun’ felt the same.

“…Seo, Seo-jun?”

“Yes?”

He turned his head at the sound of his name and saw his restless brother Tae Woo. His eyes were full of worry as he examined Seo-jun.

“Seo, Seo-jun, is that you?”

“? Yes. It’s me.”

Even after Seo-jun’s answer, Tae Woo looked at him as if he was checking every strand of his hair. Then he sighed in relief.

“No, nothing.”

He was a bit worried by the sight of Tae Woo shaking his head with a relieved face (but still a bit anxious), but he felt less worried when he saw Evan asking him something.

Seo-jun headed to Director Sara Roth.

“Director.”

“Huh? Oh, you want to monitor?”

Director Sara Roth greeted Seo-jun with a bright smile. Catherine and Paul, who were next to her, kept giving him thumbs up.

“Your performance was great. I think we can use it as it is if the recording is good.”

“It was amazing! Jun!”

“Thank you. Thanks.”

Seo-jun smiled brightly and continued.

“Director. I want to play another song. Is that okay?”

“Again?”

Director Sara Roth widened her eyes and then smiled.

“There’s no director who would oppose an actor who wants to improve his performance. It’s okay. You got an okay in one take, so we have plenty of time left.”

Misunderstanding the director, Seo-jun smiled faintly and shook his head.

“No. I don’t mean to play again. I want to play a different song.”

“…A different song?”

Director Sara Roth blinked, finally understanding him.

“Yes. I just thought of a song. I think it would be good to put it in the current scene.”

“…Just now?”

Director Sara Roth felt like she was repeating Seo-jun’s words, but she couldn’t help but react like that.

Wondering what was going on, Emily, the assistant director, who had come over before she knew it, opened her mouth wide. Catherine and Paul had similar expressions.

“Uh… uh… what kind of song is it?”

The flustered director Sara Roth managed to spit out the words.

It was hard to believe that it was a childish remark from an actor who played the role of a violinist, because ‘Seo-jun Lee’ was such an amazing actor. Not only his violin and composing skills, but also his acting and his involvement in the work were not to be trifled with.

“It’s a song like a reply to the lullaby.”

As expected of his trust, Seo-jun calmly explained the song he had thought of.

“The lullaby is a song for the dead, right? So I thought it would be nice if there was also a song like a reply for the living. A song that expresses the wish of the dead for the ones who are left behind to stop being sad and to remember the happy memories they had with them instead of the sad ones, and to sleep peacefully.”

The content was specific.

Emily, the assistant director, stuttered and asked.

“Jun. You said you just thought of it, right?”

“? Yes. That’s right. I just thought of it.”

Wow…

They couldn’t help but admire.

While Emily, the assistant director, Catherine, and Paul were amazed and surprised, Director Sara Roth quickly grasped the situation.

“Then can you play it now, Jun?”

“Yes.”

“The explanation is good. But I think we need to listen to the song and decide whether to put it in the movie or not, is that okay?”

“Yes. Of course!”

Seo-jun smiled brightly at the director’s words.

He would have opposed it himself if it was a song that didn’t suit the movie.

“Then let’s hear it now. Oh, what’s the title of the song?”

At that question, Seo-jun smiled brightly and answered with the violin in his hand.

“It’s Gray’s Violin Concerto NO.5. Good Night.”

***

It was fortunate that Tae Woo was there, and Ahn Da Ho had left for a while for Johnny Struck’s business.

Tae Woo, who had rushed to Seo-jun in confusion, came back with a relieved face, but Evan Block, who was studying his expression, saw that he still had some worry in his face.

Professor Benjamin Morton and Jason Moore were talking about Seo-jun’s performance, and they didn’t seem to care.

“What’s wrong?”

Tae Woo, who was a little flustered by the question of the Hollywood star he met for the second time, opened his mouth to the friendly face of Evan Block.

“Well, that… I thought Seo-jun couldn’t get out of Gray a while ago. Director An told me to watch that part carefully. The method acting… has… some problems, you know.”

“Ah.”

Although Tae Woo’s explanation was a bit lacking, Evan Block, who knew better than anyone about acting methods, understood it in an instant. He smiled and explained.

“What you saw just now was not that he couldn’t get out, but that he didn’t get out. Jun was thinking of a better development from Gray Vainy’s perspective. That’s why he’s talking to the director right now.”

As Evan Block said, Seo-jun was talking to Director Sara Roth.

“Oh, I see.”

Only then did all the worry disappear from Tae Woo’s face. Evan Block smiled with satisfaction. He thought that this manager was as good as Da Ho, just as Seo-jun said.

“And you don’t have to worry about Jun’s acting method. It’s the best one for him, so there’s no problem.”

At his decisive words, Tae Woo asked.

“Uh… isn’t method acting dangerous if you immerse yourself too much? I heard that if you get too immersed, you might confuse your role and yourself, and in the worst case, you might die…”

“There were actors like that. I might have been like that too.”

“…What?!”

He was a bit late to be surprised because he said it so calmly. Tae Woo looked at Evan Block with astonished eyes. Evan Block smiled lightly and waved his hand.

“It’s a hypothetical situation. Hypothetical.”

Evan Block continued his story.

It was a story from a long time ago.

“When I was shooting Shadowman 2, Director Ryan told me that. He said that if I felt lacking in acting, I might try method acting, and very persistently at that.”

Evan Block shrugged his shoulders.

“The situation after that would be quite dangerous. I’m the type who digs deep, as you know by my nickname, the analyst.”

Tae Woo swallowed his saliva.

“Then are you doing method acting now…?”

“No.”

Evan Block smiled.

“Thanks to Jun, I realized that the known acting theories are not everything.”

He said to Tae Woo, who tilted his head.

“Jun does method acting, but he’s the type who can immerse himself quickly and get out freely. He’s a type that can’t be explained by the acting theories that have been out so far. Seeing that, I thought that theory is not everything.”

Evan Block recalled the old days when he was troubled by his acting skills.

He would be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to method acting. But was it really the acting method that suited him best?

Compared to adult actors, young Jun, who hadn’t studied acting theories deeply, acted instinctively, and that gave Evan Block a lot to think about.

“Just as people have different personalities and preferences, acting theories are also broadly divided, but I realized that there is a suitable acting method for each person when I saw Jun.”

Jun did Jun’s acting, Davis did Davis’s acting.

Rachel did Rachel’s acting. Swallen did Swallen’s acting.

And I did my acting.

Evan Block smiled brightly.

“Well, so I’m still analyzing.”

Of course.

The method that suited him best was analysis.

“Jun’s acting method has been going on for almost 20 years, so you don’t have to worry. Da Ho is just too worried.”

“…I see.”

He felt relieved by the words of the actor who had as much experience as Seo-jun.

“It looks like they’re resuming the shooting.”

“Oh, yes!”

At Evan Block’s words, Tae Woo turned his eyes to the shooting site and tilted his head.

“…Is this a shooting?”

“…Is it a rehearsal?”

Only Seo-jun, holding a violin, was standing on the shooting site without any cameras rolling.