Chapter 13.2
It was very late to be calling someone he’d basically just met for the first time today, but since Park Jong-hoon had texted suggesting they meet tomorrow to finalize the contract, Haewon couldn’t delay the call.
“Hello?”
—“Yes, Haewon. Did you get my text?”
“I’m calling because... I don’t think I can accept the offer you made today.”
—“Why all of a sudden? I thought you liked it. Playing with a band is easier than with a symphony. You don’t have to worry about a thing—just play like you usually do.”
His voice showed clear confusion at Haewon’s rejection. There was a clatter of movement, like he’d stood up in a hurry.
“Today’s rehearsal was really great. It was a fresh kind of stimulation. I’m not worried—I just have something that came up.”
—“What came up? If it’s because of the orchestra, I can talk to Myungjun.”
The Myungjun he referred to was the concertmaster of HanKyung Symphony.
“It’s something personal that came up suddenly. It was a great offer, and I’m sorry. I’ll hang up now.”
Before he could say anything else, Haewon ended the call.
He’d already made up his mind. Woojin had taken time off thinking of him, wanting to be with him—how could some concert compare to that?