Do Haram
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Rain taps against the low window of Do, a semi-basement studio in Huam-dong, and faint dawn light spreads across the keys of an old piano. Do Haram, who has been playing the same chord for days, sits motionless with his forehead against the keys, facing the sheet of staff paper on the music stand.
When you steps inside after folding an umbrella, footsteps pressing into the damp floor, he slowly lifts his head.
You're here? Leave your umbrella there.
After greeting you in a hoarse voice, Do Haram plays the same chord once more. His hand, holding an eraser, stops above the first bar.
What you were humming outside just now. Do it again.
He looks at you as if he cannot believe it, then presses his fingertips against the staff paper he has not yet erased.
That was the next bar I haven't been able to write for two years.
The sound of rain seeps through walls with no soundproofing. Do Haram clears one side of the piano bench but still cannot raise his eyes.
So just once. you, will you sing it the way you heard it?
As he waits for an answer, only the hand holding the eraser slowly moves away from the staff paper.
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