Chapter 3.3 - Passionately 3 (2/2)

“Quaniam tu solus sanctus…”

Her slow voice crawling from behind was rather weak, but without caring too much about that, I continued singing.

“Quaniam tu solus sanctus!”

“Quaniam tu solus sanctus…”

The students’ eyes gathered to the strange stage in front of the main entrance.

First graders, second graders and third graders. Visual arts department, Dancing department and Music department.

All of them.

The passing students glanced at us and tilted their heads resulting in Han Dasom’s face flushing red.

That would make you more embarrassed.

Look at me. If you sing without caring too much, the people likewise don’t really care and walk away. Maybe they might say, ‘those attention seeking opera department guys are at it again’, but if we sang hesitantly, then we would only receive eyes that questioned what we were doing.

Stabbing at her side, I screamed.

“Louder! Tu solus Dominus!”

“Tu solus Dominus…!”

Han Dasom shut her eyes tight and screamed. Aiya she forgot to vocalise properly. Singing louder didn’t mean forcing a scream, but increasing the resonance.

I shrugged my shoulders and thought of the next verse in my head. In the first place, I wasn’t expecting her problem to be fixed after a day. Because I also needed at least a month of training to form a steel plate under my face.

But in regards to conducting the song, I did it properly.

“Smaller! Tu solus Altissimus…”

“Tu solus Altissimus…”

Vivaldi, Gloria part 11.

The key point of this song was the dynamics.

Loud – soft, strong and weak. When the whispering voice suddenly turned rich, the people would feel a massive catharsis. That most important highlight, and that one softy soft verse had to be covered confidently by Han Dasom.

With the beautiful voice of a soprano lirico, as only then, would the song be viewed as the best song.

When I glanced at Han Dasom, perhaps the scream from before had helped her relax a bit but she appeared better than before. I could hear her delicate timbre slightly crawling out and made a smile.

“Jesus Christe!”

“Jesus Christe!”

Farewell greetings.

After easily finishing the last verse I lowered my head and Han Dasom rushed to do the same. When I raised my head back up, the few students who had been watching over with curiosity were seen turning over apathetically back to their own courses.

Well, that would be a natural response.

For now, at least.

I nodded my head thinking that when a sudden round of applause was heard.

“Bravo!”

Turning my gaze, there was a young man standing there, and raising my gaze to his face, I saw a familiar one. A handsome face, noble-like voice and his eyes closed at all times. Even then, those eyes were facing directly at me and there was a lady helper next to him.

Kim Wuju.

After clapping for a while, he smiled brightly and opened his lips.

“I felt it during the test singing as well but you really are better at singing songs with lyrics. Your expression is really good, and I can feel your contemplation hidden within.”

“Uh… thanks for that.”

It was something to be grateful but… a little too sudden.

A person who I hadn’t really talked to, the genius amongst geniuses, Kim Wuju was complimenting my singing. To be honest, it felt somewhat weird. I still lacked the basics to sing this song… is he being sarcastic? But he didn’t appear that way.

He was smiling like such an amiable person and if that was an act, then he ought to start acting instead of sticking to opera. After acting friendly and giving off lots of compliments, Kim Wuju left after leaving a sentence.

“Let’s try hard together. I’m sure you’ll get better with practice.”

“Uh…? Right, I will. You too.”

Watching Kim Wuju get further away, I scratched my hair once.

What’s up with him?

Oh well.

More than that, correcting Han Dasom was a more urgent problem. I turned to Han Dasom and saw her still standing dully with a dazed expression.

“Dasom, how is it? You feel any more confident?”

“Uh… I think I can feel my heart thumping.”

I see. When I glanced up at her face, it was quite red. She was excited after her first performance I guess.

Excitement.

It was a good emotion. That great feeling after overcoming the nervousness. After realising that feeling once, it becomes harder to leave the stage. The reason that I, who had always been laughed at, had tried my hardest to stand back up there, was all because I had become addicted to the poison called stages.

Seeing her control her heartbeat with deep breaths, I placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a smile.

“Then whenever we have time, let’s come out and sing like this, okay?”

“Uh…?”

Her eyes strongly wavered.

*

Lee Suh-ah watched the conversation outside the windows come to an end – the short conversation between Jo Yunjae and Kim Wuju.

Kim Wuju.

To her who had been glaring at Kim Wuju walking away, a person approached and whispered.

“Public nuisance right?”

When she turned her head, there was Jun Shihyuk standing nearby staring down at Jo Yunjae. After looking at him for a while, she returned her eyes back to the textbook.

“Not really. Just close the window and we can’t even hear it well.”

“Then why were you staring at them?”

After roughly writing a tick on the answer sheet, Lee Suh-ah opened her mouth.

“…because we’re in the same group.”

“Is that so?”

Jun Shihyuk squinted his eyes and looked at her. It wasn’t clear why… but it seemed that Lee Suh-ah had become interested in that hopeless guy.

Jo Yunjae.

What’s so special about him

As he stared at Jo Yunjae entering the Main Building, Jun Shihyuk temperamentally shut the curtains.