God of Piano

Jen asked, widening her eyes. It seemed natural that he couldn’t do that. Emile glared at Jen like that, then stubbornly replied.

“I will. I have to.”

It’s difficult, but it doesn’t matter. He did not come here to be a maid of honor. So something has to be shown. We need to let him know that he is not without a gift from the god of music. That would be the manners you would show as a person who received a gift.

Looking at Emil like that, Jungwoo couldn’t help but think again. Even when he first entered school, Rowoon was not a pianist comparable to Jungwoo. In fact, that was the case at the beginning of this conversation.

But at some point you feel it. That Rowoon’s skills were slowly surpassing him. It was the same during the last contest. Compared to what others seemed to see, Jungwoo couldn’t properly express the color he wanted. Unlike them, music was still a burden to him.

So, from what his synesthesia is showing now,

I couldn’t take my eyes off the color of Rowoon’s moonlight.

Moonlight was leaking from Rowoon’s piano. If it simply felt that way to others, it was clearly visible in Jungwoo’s eyes. The color, which is bluish and has a yellowish color somewhere, spreads out softly whenever Rowoon stomps the keyboard.

His playing smelled of woods, dirt and lakes. Jung-woo does not know that it is the smell of Heiligenstadt. But I only vaguely realize it.

Ah, when Beethoven played, he must have had this smell.

It would have shone with this color and embraced the audience with such a soft yet damp touch.

Unlike Emil, Jung-woo was not nervous. Through the long slump, he learned one thing. The downturn right now doesn’t mean the downturn in the future.

Their confrontation does not simply end at this tournament. They will fight head-to-head throughout their lives. You don’t have to dwell on one defeat. Just because he’s looking at Rowoon’s back now doesn’t mean that the back will always stand in front of him.

So it’s okay. You just have to catch up. You just have to move forward.

And Rowoon’s performance itself became a milestone for Jungwoo,

Thanks to this, Jung-woo can go straight ahead without getting lost.

‘······My moonlight won’t be easy either. Rowoon.’

moon.

Rowoon wasn’t the only one who chose that song. Of course, it wasn’t that Jungwoo chose to play Moonlight after seeing Rowoon play it. The overlapping of the two songs was, I swear, a coincidence.

However, Jungwoo was happy with that coincidence. Thanks to that, we can show how different Rowoon and his performance are. It can tell you how different their colors are. Also, you can learn Rowoon’s color. This is the color of someone who would have tried to understand Beethoven better than anyone else. You can’t steal him, but you can learn from him.

‘let’s go. Rowoon.’

to Beethoven’s world.

It doesn’t matter who is better or not. If you can spread the smell of moonlight properly to the audience, if you can make their noses flare, that’s good. If you do that, Jung-woo will surely be able to enjoy the performance. Because you can enjoy the stage.

Two moons were about to rise.

#

“······Jeff. I never thought you would do something like this.”

It was a lounge bar. While the bartender was making a cocktail, an old gray-haired man looked down at the candle in front of me and said. Jeff glanced at the old man and replied.

“why. what is the problem?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know? The classical world is no longer a matter of whether or not you are loved by the public. Rather, the key is how many supporters we can keep.”

“so? Is my program going to drive away sponsors?”

“That’s not what I meant. It just doesn’t make any sense. Popularity is like a candle. No matter when it turns off And candles made with classic oils always go out quickly.”

“I don’t know why you are saying this.”

Jeff replied in a displeased voice.

“Whether you want to ignore it or not, music has value when it is heard by people. If you want to make classical music the kind of music you hear at a rich man’s party, do it. it doesn’t dry But at least don’t get in the way.”

“Do you really think the music on your broadcast is worthwhile? Music that is prepared in an instant like instant food and put on stage roughly? It was an ecstatic performance. Aren’t you ashamed when admiring it? Do you think it is right for the public to hear it and make them mistaken for real classical music?”

“I think you are also making a big mistake.”

Jeff raised his glass. He said he had come to a cocktail bar, but what he had in his glass was dark beer. Jeff glared at the old man while wiping the beer from his mouth.

“I am not a cheater. not a liar All of the feelings I shared were sincere, and their performance was worth it.”

“Ha, Jeff… why are your ears so clogged up?”

“Then I don’t know if you really listened to these guys play properly.”

Jeff replied curtly.

“Only a grown tiger is not a tiger. Even babies have claws and teeth, and if bitten they get hurt.”

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“Why show a baby when you can show an adult?”

“I don’t think you and I will be able to come to an agreement on the idea that only adults are more valuable than young.”

Jeff tampered with the phone. And after a while, a text message was sent to the old man’s phone.

“It’s a performance video. I recorded it myself without any editing. listen and think Is what I’m doing really meaningless or not? The cost of the beer is what I paid for that video.”

Jeff stood up. As he was about to leave, he looked back as if he remembered something.

“And remember this.”

“what?”

“That guy who played is not just an ordinary tiger. It’s a boss feeling. You will know when you hear it.”

“…you’re talking that far?”

“This is something both Jayden and Jennifer agreed on. By the time the performance is over, buying a beer will feel worth it.”

“…well, let’s listen.”

Jeff is gone. The old man put earphones in his ears and focused on the video.

‘Brahms, Schumann Variations…’

Despite Jeff talking so much, the old man’s eyes didn’t show any particular interest.

Of course, that boredom didn’t last long.

Not long after the performance started, the old man laughed involuntarily.

‘I wondered why he was so confident.’

I felt like I knew where Jeff’s belief was.

＜ Moonlight (9) ＞ End

＜ Moonlight (10) ＞

If I were to pick non-musical things among the benefits I took from the Walkman, I would have no choice but to point out the lessons I learned in life.

Journal didn’t make Rowoon grow only in music. I looked into their lives. Considering that people grow through conversation alone, it was an inevitable result that Rowoon became mentally more mature in many ways.

＜＜ So is it worth it? ＞＞

It’s been quite a while since I called Chris. It was a busy time in many ways for each other. Chris also said that there is a song he is preparing in earnest right now. It was rumored that even though he was just entering the second year, he was still looking forward to it at school.

“What else can I do?”

＜＜ Yol, that gloomy bastard from Hidden Valley High School has grown up to this point. proud ＞＞

“Don’t even do that. Sometimes I don’t even feel it.”

＜＜ Now that it’s like this, let’s keep going until we win. ＞＞

“I have to win, but I try not to play while thinking about winning. There are more important things than that.”

＜＜ What is that? ＞＞

“music.”

＜＜ Huh, after eating broadcasts, you became good at speaking well. ＞＞

Chris chuckled and laughed. Rowoon sighed and said.

“Are you watching the broadcast?”

＜＜ Yeah, I’ve seen all of you flirting with Mila. ＞＞

“… I wasn’t flirting, you were just talking?”

＜＜ Noisy. I know that because you have a sparring appointment with me when you come back. ＞＞

“Save me. I’m having a hard time too.”

Rowoon sighed. Chris cleared his throat, as if trying to calm himself down.

＜＜ Kuhm, so… Which one is it? ＞＞

“······what?”

＜＜ Ramiya? Are you Heather? ＞＞

“Aren’t you tired of that question?”

＜＜ Ramage? ＞＞

Chris spoke as if he had already looked into Rowoon’s heart. Rowoon stumbled back.

“what. Why do you think so?”

＜＜ Seeing that you answer like that, it seems like you like one or the other. But if you’re the one I know, I’d definitely give my heart to Rami rather than Heather. ＞＞

“……Doesn’t I also deserve to have a private life?”

＜＜ It shouldn’t be between you and me. something like that ＞＞

“Thank you for thinking of me in particular, but I don’t know about this. chris.”

＜＜ No, do you want to keep coming out like this? Are you really hiding it from me? ＞＞

“…”

Rowoon kept silent for a moment, thinking that Chris was really a bit disappointed. To be honest, Chris was a bit disappointed. So far, Chris has never really hidden anything when he likes someone.

There is no reason to hide.

In the end, Rowoon raised the white flag.

“・・・・・Do not go anywhere and talk.”

＜＜ Geuk, are you finally admitting it? In the meantime, I’ve been saying it’s not every day. ＞＞

“It wasn’t really at the time.”

＜＜ No. You didn’t know at that time, but you had a heart too. At least, from my brother’s point of view, yes. ＞＞