29. Euphonies of Serenity

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The day had been a whirlwind of emotions for Jisoo. After her conversation with Jennie, she needed a place to clear her mind and regain her sense of calm. She decided to head to her favorite escape: the music studio. It was a sanctuary where she could lose herself in her passions and find solace amidst the chaos of her thoughts.

Jisoo arrived at the studio, a cozy space filled with instruments, soft lighting, and walls adorned with posters of her favorite artists. The familiar scent of polished wood and sheet music greeted her as she stepped inside. She sighed with relief, feeling the tension begin to melt away.

First, she made her way to the corner where her piano stood, its glossy surface reflecting the soft glow of the studio lights. She sat down and placed her fingers gently on the keys, letting her mind wander as she played. The music flowed effortlessly, a soothing balm for her restless mind.

With her mind a bit clearer, Jisoo turned to her composition corner. She picked up her notebook and pencil, jotting down lyrics and scribbling melodies that had been floating around in her head. The process of composing was therapeutic, allowing her to channel her emotions into something creative and tangible. She found solace in crafting new songs, pouring her heart into every lyric and chord.

The studio was her haven, a place where she could express herself freely and find peace through her art. As she worked, the earlier conversations and anxieties seemed to fade into the background. Music had always been her refuge, and tonight was no exception.

Jisoo lost track of time as she immersed herself in her creative process. The soft strains of her compositions filled the studio, a reflection of her inner thoughts and feelings. She finally felt a sense of calm settling over her, her earlier worries replaced by the satisfaction of creating something beautiful.

As the night grew late, Jisoo was about to leave right when she heard someone call her. It was an old man, he looked friendly.

"Hey! Kid"

"Uhm Yea?" 

"I've seen you here a lot!" the old man replied

"Yea, I come here whenever I just need time to be alone!" Jisoo said as she gave a warm smile.

"Okay, I'm the owner of this place, and I just needed a favour, would you be able to do it?" The man asked.

"Well sure I can try!"

"See, I opened this studio when I was just 15, when my parents passed away and I bought used instruments here. And now, I'm of an age to leave this studio, but I have no one to leave it for, not a child or a relative."

"Mhmm"

"So, would you like to manage this Studio, I see you have a love for Music."

Jisoo could not believe her ears, this felt like a dream! She always wanted a studio of her own.

"Sure! I can do that! I also left my house when I was 15 so I understand" She said.

"You've always been so dedicated to this place. I trust you to look after it while I'm away. I've left instructions for the day-to-day operations, but I need someone I can rely on to ensure everything runs smoothly."

Are you sure? I mean, I'd be happy to help, but there's a lot to manage."

"I'm sure. You have a good heart, Jisoo, and you understand the importance of this place. Besides, you know the studio inside and out."

"I won't let you down. I'll make sure everything stays just as you left it."

"Thank you," the old man said, his eyes showing genuine relief. "It means a lot to me. The studio has been my life's work, and knowing it's in good hands gives me peace of mind."

She took a deep breath, looking around at the familiar instruments and the walls lined with music sheets. This was more than just a studio—it was a place of dreams and creativity, and now it was her duty to protect and nurture it.

With a final glance at the studio, Jisoo stepped out into the cool night air, feeling refreshed and ready to face whatever came next. The melodies lingered in her mind, a comforting reminder of the harmony she could always find within herself.

She knew that the studio must've been the man's last wish and she would keep it safe till her last breath. 


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