Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: AgRoseCrystal
Chapter 525
“Hello, I’m Jun.”
Professor Arno introduced the student standing next to him with a friendly smile.
“Nice to et you. He’s my disciple.”
“Nice to et you. I’m Matteo.”
Professor Arno boasted that Matteo was still a student, but he was a promising painter who was gradually making a na for himself in the art world.
He also said that he participated in today’s exhibition. Matteo looked a bit shy.
“Shall we take a look at the exhibition first?”
Professor Benjamin, who had suggested having lunch together, moved his steps.
Seo-jun also took a pamphlet with the introduction of the works and the artists and stood next to him. The two slowly looked around the students’ works.
There were so paintings that seed obvious what they were, and so abstract paintings that made no sense at all. But they could still feel the passion of the students in them.
“It’s not just paintings.”
The exhibition had various works, not only paintings, but also sculptures, installation art, and so on.
There was a work that looked like a ss of objects, but when you looked at the shadow, you could see the profile of a person.
There was also a work that looked like nothing up close, but like a landscape painting from afar.
“There are a lot of interesting works.”
Seo-jun and Professor Benjamin looked up.
A small space separated from the gallery.
At a height that barely touched their hands, glass of various colors sparkled and hung. The shapes of the glass crafts reflected by the light were also diverse.
“Matteo made those glass crafts himself, professor.”
The title of the work was [Regret].
It was one of Matteo’s works that they had t earlier.
“People regret because they think that what they didn’t choose is now an unreachable, sparkling opportunity. They say, I should have chosen that.”
Seo-jun nodded at Professor Benjamin’s words and looked at the countless unchosen opportunities and regrets that sparkled on the ceiling.
The future that he didn’t choose seed sohow more brilliant and successful.
Matteo’s [Regret] didn’t end there.
As they walked a little further, they saw colorful glass pieces hanging at the height of the visitors’ hands. It was a participatory work that said they could touch it.
Because of the na of the work, [Regret], or because of the notice, people carefully chose one of the many ‘opportunities’. Seo-jun and Professor Benjamin also picked one of the many pieces and touched them with their hands.
“Ah…”
The glass craft seed to have a device and turned black. The carefully chosen ‘opportunity’ no longer sparkled. A regretful sigh ca out of the visitors’ mouths.
“Wow!”
The eyes were drawn to the surprised voice of a child. The small bird-shaped glass craft in the child’s hand was shining brightly.
For a mont, people felt that way.
‘I should have chosen that.’
And then they imdiately rembered where they were standing.
[Regret]
There was no ti when the title of the work felt more urgent than this mont.
The child who took a picture with the sparkling bird-shaped glass craft smiled brightly and moved with his family. As soon as he did, the person next to him touched the glass craft.
Everyone there thought that the bird-shaped glass craft would shine brightly again like before.
But it wasn’t.
The glass craft that had been shining in the child’s hand was dyed black. It made people startled and made them sigh again.
“I guess it ans that what is a good result for so people can be a regretful thing for others.”
“That’s right.”
Perhaps the sparkling ‘success’ was hiding among these many glass crafts again, waiting for soone’s choice.
They all looked around with admiration at the pieces of ‘opportunity and regret’ that were not chosen and hung from the ceiling.
***
The two professors and the two disciples headed to the restaurant for lunch. It was a place with a private room.
Professor Arno and Matteo, who wondered why they needed to rent a private room, soon found out the reason.
“…! Jun?!”
When Seo-jun took off his hat to eat, Matteo recognized him right away.
There were no kids his age who didn’t like the hero movie of Marina Studio. Matteo was so surprised that he couldn’t breathe. Seo-jun smiled and introduced himself again.
“I’m actor Seo-jun Lee. I’m sorry. I couldn’t greet you properly earlier because there were so many people.”
Professor Arno also exclaid.
“Did you decide to beco a violinist, Lee?”
That was the surprising point.
Professor Benjamin laughed and shook his hand.
“No. I was just joking.”
“I see! I almost got blad by Lee’s fans. That’s a relief.”
The laughter filled the private room.
Matteo, who had relaxed in the comfortable atmosphere, stiffened again.
“I saw ‘Regret’ and it was amazing.
The part where the audience participated was impressive too. I unknowingly regretted that I should have chosen that.”
Matteo didn’t know what to do as the superstar praised his work and clasped his hands tightly.
“This work is good, but the oil paintings you exhibited before were also good. They sold out quickly! The collector who bought Matteo’s work has a good eye. Oh, he also has watercolor works. There was also a picture drawn on the snow. I have a photo of it, do you want to see it, Jun?”
Professor Arno, who was in a good mood with Seo-jun’s complint, didn’t know his disciple’s feelings and bragged about him endlessly.
“He even got a request for ga background concept art last ti! Matteo can do anything! Hahaha!”
Please, professor.
Matteo looked like he would cry if he touched him a little.
“Did you see the article that ca out this ti, Arno?”
Professor Benjamin, who was not easy to deal with if he loved his disciple, joined in. He thought he would only talk about Jason, but he also talked about his little brother Subin. Brotherly love, Seo-jun also joined in.
“Subin has been good since he was young. He has talent and he practices very hard. Oh, I have a recording, do you want to hear it?”
Matteo was the only one who had a hard ti looking at the three excited people.
The noisy lunch was over and they had dessert while Professor Arno and Professor Benjamin chatted. Seo-jun called Matteo, who seed to be half out of his mind.
“Matteo.”
“Yes, yes?”
Seo-jun smiled brightly as he looked at Matteo, who was flustered by the superstar’s call. If his friends saw this smile, they would have tapped their foreheads and said this.
“Are you not interested in movie art?”
Of course, it was a prelude to a movie.
“There’s also stage art.”
No, it was a prelude to a work.
Matteo blinked his eyes at the sudden question of the superstar, but he nodded his head with a nervous expression because it was a field he was interested in.
Seo-jun smiled broadly and handed his phone to Matteo.
***
Thursday evening.
The third concert in Paris was over.
The orchestra mbers felt the huge applause from the audience as they were excited.
On the stage, Dmitry and Derek Rutz also had flushed faces as they tried to keep their composure.
The applause continued even after the perforrs moved backstage. It was a successful concert.
How many articles would pour out tomorrow?
He couldn’t help but be thrilled to think that his na would be in those articles. He didn’t expect an offer from a famous orchestra.
“I know you’re all excited, but the day after tomorrow is the last performance. Please focus until then. And don’t forget about tomorrow’s rehearsal.”
Derek Rutz said to the excited mbers. It would be a disaster if they made a mistake because they were in a good mood. The mbers knew that and nodded with serious faces.
The mbers left for their lodgings one by one with their luggage. Jason Moore, who took his Stradivarius, headed to Dmitry Vasilyev. It was Dmitry’s last participation in the concert.
“Thank you.”
Jason said to his friend who willingly helped him with the sudden concert. Dmitry smiled faintly.
“No, I think I’m getting more out of it.”
As if recalling the feeling on the stage, he clenched and unclenched his hands. Above Dmitry Vasilyev’s head, there was a number that only Seo-jun could see.
“I wish I could join the last performance.”
Jason Moore, who was thinking for a mont, nodded at Dmitry’s words. It seed okay since Seo-jun and Dmitry were together during the practice.
“Then do it.”
Dmitry laughed at the cool answer. The two also left the concert hall. But their destinations were different.
“Where are you going?”
“To practice.”
Dmitry, who was about to head to the lodging, smiled bitterly and walked in the sa direction as Jason. That’s why he felt like his skills were improving even during the tour.
“How long are you going to do it?”
“I won’t do it for long, since we have rehearsal tomorrow.”
Dmitry, who nodded, entered one of the two practice rooms rented by Jason Moore’s team.
Jason entered the other practice room. His phone rang.
-Benjamin: Jun’s friends are good at cooking.
-Benjamin: Take so when you go.
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