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Chapter 8 1. Hit the Road, Jack (7) ‘First, if I want to save Minjun’s family, I need to make money.’ What exactly was this kid thinking? His family situation was already that terrible, and he still wanted to go to university? Well, I understand wanting to chase a dream even while poor. I also started music with absolutely nothing to my name. But back then, I had nobody depending on me. If I starved, I starved alone. If I slept on the streets, I slept there alone. That was…
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Chapter 7 1. Hit the Road, Jack (6) The diary of Song Minjun, a nineteen-year-old by Korean age and eighteen by American age, was rather depressing. While reading it, I noticed the year written on the cover. After searching the bookshelf, I found several older diaries hidden behind the books. After skimming through them, it seemed he had started writing diaries after his father passed away. There were entries about his mother, who used to always smile, becoming exhausted from work, and about…
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Chapter 6 1. Hit the Road, Jack (5) When I first moved to Seattle in my late teens and started working at clubs, someone once asked me this: “Do blind people dream too?” It was a simple question, but it carried many meanings. Strictly speaking, dreams are visual experiences. So how could someone who couldn’t see possibly dream? But blind people do dream. Those born blind dream through smell and sound. Of course, my case was a little different. My eyesight began fading when I…
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Chapter 5 1. Hit the Road, Jack (4) A stable tone. A wide range of sounds. Precise breathing, resonance, and pronunciation. This was a practical exam hall where applicants were supposed to be judged based on all those technical elements. But Professor Kim Seojin couldn’t think about any of them. The unique rhythm. The rich vocal power. A voice overflowing with groove. A voice so full of soul that it seemed to rise straight from the depths of one’s heart. The sheer charm of…
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Chapter 4 1. Hit the Road, Jack (3) Most high school seniors preparing for college entrance exams looked pretty similar. Faces still covered with acne scars from middle school, bodies that had become soft and out of shape from doing nothing but sitting around studying or practicing all day. Among all those unhealthy-looking students, applicant number 57 stood out like a heron among chickens. Even the composition professor, who normally never commented on students’ appearances, stroked his chin…
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Chapter 3 1. Hit the Road, Jack (2) This was my first time ever entering a university practical exam hall. Instead of a place filled with bookworms burying themselves in study materials, it looked more like a small concert hall. The audience section had around 150 seats. It was probably a facility built for the school’s regular performances. The dark hall was lit only by spotlights shining on the stage, while the professors and waiting applicants sat in the audience seats. I sat all the way…
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Chapter 2 1. Hit the Road, Jack (1) “Hey. You.” I heard that in the East, grim reapers come to guide the dead to the afterlife. I expected a frightening and gloomy voice, but instead I heard the voice of a lovely young schoolgirl. Since things had turned out this way, I hoped her face was pretty, too. “Hey, wake up. If the professor sees you like this, you’ll get eliminated immediately.” What language is this? Unlike English, it lacks rhythm, but it sounds very pleasant to the…
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Prologue I cannot see. I am blind. I lived my entire life unable to see the world in front of me. To someone like me, music was a dream I could experience without ever falling asleep. There was music in the swaying reeds. Music in the flowing stream. I could hear music in everything around me. When I was five years old, I watched my younger sibling drown while playing in the bathtub. The shock from that tragedy slowly took away my eyesight, and two years later I became completely…
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Chapter 22 Cecilia roughly wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, frowned, and hid her left hand under the table. She didn't want to introduce Arkan, a third party, so she hurriedly answered before Esmerilda could ask another question. “I’m only pretending to be married to someone I get along with so we can avoid the road inspections. I can't let anyone find out that I'm alive.” “I went to your funeral too. I saw with my own eyes as they buried your body in that cemetery.…-
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Chapter 21 Oh, my goodness. Cecilia's heart began pounding for an entirely different reason. Now that Esmerilda was certain of her identity, she quickly closed the distance between them and pressed her for an answer. “Countess Cecilia Winterhall? The wife of Davion Sisledown Winterhall?” A moment later, Esmerilda crossed over the lift and bent down to examine Cecilia's face. Cecilia was so flustered that she began to stammer. “Ah, no, I'm not.” “Oh, come on. You are. I could…
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