Trainer Song wrote:
7
and
8
on the board.
Then:
"These two aren't solos."
Yuhyun frowned. "They're labelled solos."
"On paper."
Trainer Song looked around the room.
"Musically, they're a conversation."
My pulse quickened.
Trainer Song gestured toward the bridge section on the projection screen.
"I need to find which two voices can speak to each other, not just near each other."
He pointed to Sejin and Harin first.
"Start there."
They stepped forward.
I'd watched them perform together a dozen times.
They knew each other's breathing patterns.
Anticipated each other's phrasing.
When Sejin sang:
Dear boy who thought there wasn't any place for someone like you,
Harin answered:
You learned to make yourself smaller just to make it safely through.
Their voices wove together seamlessly.
Perfect intonation.
Flawless timing.
Beautiful.
Almost too beautiful.
Trainer Song stopped them.
"You already know how the other person sings. You're not discovering anything."
