The nightmare song of a beloved violin A melody of emptiness filled with the hope of a miracle that may never come true.

Melody of vacant

The melody of emptiness

The nightmare song of a beloved violin A melody of emptiness filled with the hope of a miracle that may never come true.

As far as I can remember Since childhood, he liked to follow his parents to various performances, partly because his father put on magic shows on occasion. As for his mother, she often went to music concerts.

He likes to watch your performances. Of course, other people's performances are too.

Dad's magic shows were always fun and exciting for him.

The same is true of mother's playing music. The harmonious sounds of the instruments in the band Harmonize and create beautiful sounds typical of your playing style.

The behavior of a child who tends to imitate or follow a role model would best describe him at that time.

The happy and warm memories are not dreams. He hasn't forgotten...

And there's no way to forget it...

Even though he has encountered many things in his life

But that's life...

A life that doesn't follow the melody that is played

The slow and long sound of the melody is sweet and dreamy. The wind blows across the vast grassland. See the open view of the expansive sky. Gradually, the rhythm began to change. From a voice that was soft to the ear, it sounded stronger. Stronger and more stable than before The more the speed increases

It's getting hotter, like it's soaring through the clouds towards the horizon. Clashing with the bright white light of the sun

The image of a boy playing a violin resembles a person he knows very well.

The young man forced a smile as if giving himself a little encouragement. before applauding when the performance ends At the same time, the flower petals spread out and floated in the air before falling exactly where the child was standing.

“...It's difficult to clean.”

“Bah, after the performance is over, shouldn't we have to thank the audience? I don't know how many times I've taught you this." He reached out his hand and ruffled the hair of each problem child, lovingly.

“My hair is all messed up,” the boy replied annoyed while holding the violin in his left hand. Then point the tip of the violin bow at the face of the teaser.

“Ahahaha, let it be like this. Today, I'm going to play outside with my friends again. Come on, hurry up and go, don't keep my little girl waiting too long."

“Um…” The little man hurriedly put away his bow and violin, adjusted his hair, and ran out immediately. Without forgetting the final sentence to the older person, "Thank you."

...Children are still children all day long...

He thought as well before letting a small smile grace his face again. Raising his hand to move his favorite hat, he raised his cane and tapped the ground a couple of times. The flower petals scattered on the floor in the living room disappeared like a magic trick.

If the audience doesn't see it or doesn't see it in time, there's no way they'll catch it...

That's where the fun of juggling lies!

“Come now, let's go,” the twelve-year-old girl greeted cheerfully, pulling the hand of the person she greeted and running towards the meeting place of the youth gang in the area.

“Yo! Wiz Mire, this way,” the call of a naughty boy came from the open space in the park. A group of about four or five children had gathered earlier. Wiz and Mirae saw this and joined their friends.

Groups of children often come together to play together in the neighborhood of the community. From time to time he would show off his toys. such as new toys that have been acquired Not the clothes It's not unusual for anyone who has the ability to show off some little accessories.

Wiz himself has occasionally been asked to do magic or play the violin. Some children also played the flute and brought some to join in as well. Except for the large musical instruments that cannot be brought. They will join together to sing a song together instead. Or borrow it to play at the church when there's no ceremony. Or stop by to play at that friend's house.

The first time Wiz played the violin for his friends, something happened...

The songs are broadcast for a short period of only a few minutes, but they feel good and are pleasurable. The wind seemed to sway as he wished. The trees rustled together and the sunlight shone down in those gaps. A child playing the violin naturally as his mother had taught him Look radiant and beautiful at the same time.

The playing of the song ends. Followed by friends clapping and talking and playing.

“Did Mom teach you a new song?”

"Um, I've started a new note, but I still can't make some of the low and high notes."

“But...Wiz is so beautiful. Just like a girl,” one child said and everyone laughed. Probably because his long silver hair matched his face, which was more sweet than the other boys.

“Thank you, Mom said so too,” the child smiled. Smile like a little angel or angel who has been blessed with beauty.

The first time he met Mira was when Wiz was 9 years old. His father told him that he was a very sweet child at that time. He is easily docile and still tends to follow his father and mother. It can be said that he is very attached to his parents. To the point of being teased by friends, but he didn't care. Because his interest is more in following his parents.

Then one day, his best friend Mire falls ill. So he brought flowers to visit her.

“You brought a violin, right? Please play me a song.”

Even though the little girl was sick, her expression was more like that of a healthy person than a well-being. When she finished playing the song she requested, She got up and put pen to paper and scribbled something before telling him to go home and practice again. As for her, she will also get some rest.

What a strange friend. But that's the good part about her.

At the end of February the weather was cold. And the snow hasn't melted yet. He was almost 11 years old and his beloved mother passed away. He couldn't remember much about the story of that time. It was faint as if he was trying to forget it. Father himself didn't tell him anything. Only his mother's violin was passed down to him. It was like the last and most unique gift I received from my mother.

His father's pained expression was always etched in his heart. Because after mother left He hardly smiled like usual. The first person to teach him to smile was his mother. The first person who taught him to love music was his mother.

Asked if I regret it...?

He probably felt the same way about his father. But it no longer showed on his face.

All he could do for his father was try to smile as little as possible.

It wasn't that he smiled because he didn't feel anything. But his smile was like his mother's smile.

If there is a day when he smiles too much Dad won't do anything all day. which made him feel guilty

Got past that for a while. Dad also tried to adapt and spend his life doing magic shows. Dad once asked me if I wanted to be a professional magician...

In fact, he really liked the magic that his father did. But it's more like an assistant. His father didn't say anything. It says that people already have their own individual paths. It's good to follow your dreams.

But he doesn't have any dreams...

His life until now has been based on imitating his father and mother.

And when I told Mirai this story before leaving with my father to go perform in various European countries and return to China at the end, The city where his father was born...

She slapped me in the face and then gave me three sermons.

And of course I don't listen to what she preaches... I almost fell asleep as soon as she started the second chapter. So I was pulled awake... I really want to listen. But the body couldn't stand the sleepiness. Because ever since I woke up knowing that my mother had passed away He had always been this sleepy.

And when I was 16-17 years old... I realized that I had also forgotten my own birthday. It sounds strange not being able to remember your own birthday. I only remember being born in March. A birthday party hasn't been held for many years. The people around him didn't do anything special on any given day...deep down they didn't care that much.

And even though I wanted to ask, I felt strangely afraid of the answer...

One day, when I asked, I didn't get an answer. Mirae seems to know but she won't tell her. Just say that we'll meet at the same place tomorrow and bring the violin.

When I went home, I asked my father if tomorrow was an important day. Dad just threw his cane for me to pick up and walk up the stairs back to my room. So I just shrugged my shoulders and played with my cane to relieve my slight boredom.

There are a lot of unknown things...

The next day I went to my appointment. I arrived about half an hour early and practiced the violin for a while and then stopped playing. Changed to sit under a tree while waiting. Until Mirai arrived, I stood up and greeted her.

Mirae looked different that day. Maybe it was because she was wearing a knee-length white lace skirt. Letting her long orange hair go all the way to the middle of her back, unlike how she usually ties it up.

I was a little stunned and couldn't help but laugh. Because she was running and tripped and fell on her face.

A notebook was held in front of the young man. He opened it and saw all the written music notes inside.

“Write a song for me?”

"That's right. How long do you think it will take to put it all together?"

The sheet music has more than ten songs. Some songs need to be played with instruments other than the violin to produce the best sound. From stringing sounds together Some pages of sheet music also have lyrics written on them. She has excellent abilities in this field.

"Awesome. Mirae is talented like this. The future will definitely go well. Anyway, thank you."

“Instead of thanking you, please play a song for me, Wiz...”

I immediately nodded in agreement. The eye that looks past the sheet music on the first page remembers every note. It was as if he had already experienced the music of the notes. The left hand holds the violin chords firmly. The right hand raises the bow and prepares it. He closed his eyes and created a melody according to the images in his mind. According to the feeling that you have experienced

The vibrations produce loud, opposite waves. But the sound came rushing back in like sea water hitting sand.

His hands began to tremble and the pain stretched down to the sinews. Even though he played in the wrong key at some points, he continued to play until he was able to play again. Can't show a facial expression to let the audience know for sure that a mistake has occurred. He still closed his violin-colored eyes like a calm picture. but soaked with the stream flowing through

“Wiz...last song,” she said, lying down on his lap in a soft voice. She smiled happily because a wizard had conjured up the sound she had dreamed of.

“Please listen to the last song, Mirena...”

Because she had changed to lie on his lap, he didn't notice his true expression at this time. A face that radiates a gentle smile With the water droplets from his eyes slowly flowing down his cheeks, his eyes began to see only emptiness. With a brain that starts to turn white little by little...

I just want to be able to play the song that she composed until the end as she wanted. He was satisfied. No matter what happens after this...

The music he loves...

Songs written by the person he loves...

Mirena Melody...

And Wiz Miracle...he himself was cursed to death by the sound of his mother's violin.

Fin.

Hello, all readers!

This is a short story that is similar to the prologue but summarizes the story in one chapter. It is the story of an original male character named Wiz Miracle who was written almost 10 years ago.

The person's name is

Wish Miracle

But the incident where the name Wiz was used instead of Wiz has a reason as well.

Because he used to follow his father to study in Thailand but ended up really liking Saw So, causing him to use the letter "S" when writing his name. With the Thai language, the sound of Soso is very impressive to listen to. And it is related to the word chain as well. It was as if his life was held together by invisible chains of the song from the violin of my beloved mother. It was a relationship that was destroying his life and he could not escape his fate.

This is probably one of the reasons why Wiz was created. Ha, it's the dark humor that forms the shape of this character as well. Not including the surname that conceals hope but is filled with light hopelessness (?)

His stories are many, but they were written as short stories that impressed us more. He is very handsome and very nice. I want to keep it for myself to eat. Haha. //It's a mistake. They want to argue.

So, thank you very much for reading until the end. Thank you.