For The Musical Genius (Novel)

For me, who lived selfishly all my life, There was nothing left in my final moment. The day I moved for the sake of others, A new movement in my life's symphony began to be written. "Hyun-ah, do you know how to play the violin?" Grandfather looked at me with eyes full of expectation. In my hands at this gathering, where only heirs of wealthy families gather, Is a single violin. Whether it was fate or coincidence in this moment, I raised my bow. The moment the bow touched the strings, Winter arrived Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Winter Movement 3. People cheer and tremble at his performance. The story of a young maestro who moves the world.