God of Piano

“It’s precisely because he hates me.”

“Get along well. What are you doing so hard with your schoolmates?”

“You shouldn’t say that. it’s because of you Do you think you and I are together and keep tickling me?”

“Ah, don’t say that. Eric and I are perfect friends.”

“Yes, it would be for you.”

Rami giggles and Jungwoo sighs. As he watched, Rowoon seemed to know roughly what the relationship between the two felt like.

‘Have you known each other for a long time?’

Well, it was a story that didn’t even need to be asked. Rami began to apply rosin to the bow, and some students set up cameras and microphones. Jungwoo looked at Rami and spoke to Rowoon.

“I brought you because of him.”

“… is that your sister?”

“huh. because······.”

Jungwoo tried to say something, but in the end he couldn’t finish his words. It was because the voice of the student who was in charge of the cinematographer rang loudly.

“Oh, Eric! come fast! I need to prepare for the shoot soon!”

“Oh sorry. Class ended later than expected. ······But there is a new face?”

A tall white man looked at Rowoon and said. The cinematographer shrugged.

“Jungwoo brought it. I heard you give me a tour.”

“······Hmm. okay.”

After hearing the name Jungwoo, his expression became blatantly dull. It seemed to be true that he was not on good terms with Jung-woo, just as he had just heard.

So Rowoon didn’t bother to say hello or talk to him. Jungwoo shook his head and said.

“don’t mind. Because he’s that kind of guy.”

“・・・・・No, I didn’t even pay attention to anything.”

“First of all, I brought you here for no other reason… Ah, wait. I guess it starts.”

Jungwoo hushed his voice. And Eric wondered if he was staring down at the piano, then slowly lifted his fingers and dropped them onto the keys.

‘······Whose song was it?’

“Dvorak. Romance for piano and violin.”

“ah······.”

As if reading Rowoon’s thoughts, Jungwoo told me the name of the song. Rowoon nodded his head with exclamation.

Dvořák. One of the representative musicians of the late romanticism.

Considering that Romanticism has a more lyrical resonance in its later stages, it was not particularly surprising that the resonance that this song brings now is more emotional.

‘You hit better than I thought?’

Since my first impression was not very good, I thought that I might show a poor performance. But since the California Conservatory isn’t open to dogs or cows either, he certainly seemed to know how to hit the keys to captivate people.

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However, that impression of him… was bound to fade in an instant the moment Irami’s performance started.

“…!”

Rowoon shuddered silently. The sound of the bow scratching the strings seemed to spread right next to his ear. It was a surprisingly neat and skillful bowing (moving the bow when playing the violin).

Her violin seems to tell the story. The story of Dvorak that Rowoon doesn’t know yet. No, maybe her story. Then, Rowoon would continue to listen without even knowing what the story was about.

If you’re looking for someone around him who can perform at a level that can impress him right now, Heather is there. She is also a pianist who is nearing completion.

However, Irami’s performance was not at that level. The music of a musician who had already completed himself resonated. In front of that performance, Eric’s accompaniment, which made Rowoon admire for a moment, and Beethoven’s sound, which Rowoon had let go of before, lost their light.

“I asked you earlier. Do you have any know-how?”

And in the midst of that, Jungwoo spoke in a low voice. His gaze was fixed on Irami’s violin and showed no signs of moving.

“This is it. my know-how.”

“…”

“That feeling you feel right now, you think you can catch up, you think you will catch up, but you have to watch from the audience that the other person is a few steps ahead of you.”

Hearing those words, Rowoon suddenly thought of two faces. Luther asked him to play, and Gregor prepared the Goldberg Variations along with Rowoon.

Would the two of them have felt this way?

Jungwoo was right.

My heart raced.

It hurt.

It was a feeling I hadn’t felt when listening to Beethoven or Liszt’s performance. because they were so far away

But Rami, Irami is different. That woman standing in front of him, that violinist, was the student who just a moment ago was breathing the same way and talking nonsense in front of him. A student like him.

At that moment, the top of the stairs is no longer a thing of the future.

It becomes the present that can jump right now.

“brother.”

That’s why Rowoon’s voice had no choice but to become rough.

“huh.”

“Thank you for bringing me.”

“whenever.”

“I’m sorry, but I’ll go first.”

Rowoon stood up. It is natural to ask why, but Jungwoo did not ask. Rather, he smiled and nodded.

left the auditorium. headed to the practice room.

But he hasn’t played for a while. Irami’s performance lingered in my head. Beautiful playing and sound to the point of envy. Even when he stretched out his long fingers on the keyboard, the sound barely reached him.

Rowoon realized that I was no different from a drunkard. He was intoxicated by Irami’s playing. surprised. Just like at his age, he realized that he could have the appearance of a complete musician. I felt it.

I want to imitate that performance right now. I want to catch up. But I know. That change doesn’t happen overnight. However, if you boil water, the water will inevitably turn into clouds and rain again, Ichira.

Time passed and it was around the time when the invitation to the finals of the LA Piano Competition arrived.

[ Played Franz Liszt’s Transcendental Skills Exercise, Mazepa! ]

[ The playing score is 70 points! ]

[ congratulations! The private tutoring function has been unlocked! ]

[ This is the message of the list. “You climbed one step.” ]

[The list blesses you. ]

[ Blessing, you got ‘Six Fingers’! ]

Rowoon’s skinny body was finally hit by the rain.

＜ How to climb the stairs ＞ End

＜ LA International Piano Competition (1) ＞

It’s a tiring morning. What could be a morning without being tired?

The sun is hot, my back is sore, and my face seems to be full of heat. I expected that a cup of cold Americano would drive away all that unpleasant feeling, but even if I drank caffeine until only ice remained in the glass, I couldn’t get rid of this tiredness.

‘I guess I’m old.’

Han stopped writing music and raised his head. My head was blank and I was in no condition to compose. Instead, he began going through each student’s record. They were the students he taught and supervised.

‘Fred’s been in a bit of a slump lately. I’d rather ask them to let go of the piano altogether, even if it’s for a fortnight or so…’

‘Ah, this kid has nothing else to do. Just tell them to work hard to prepare for the contest.’

‘Did Joffrey say he wanted to go into producing? If that’s the case, it would be better for me to either transfer or drop out.’

‘And Rowoon…’

In Rowoon’s turn, Han hesitated for a moment. He was a student who was showing a pretty compliant appearance in many ways these days.

No, just the expression of compliance was not enough. Rowoon from the first time I saw him and Rowoon now are so different that you can almost call him a different person.

In a way, it could have been a natural thing. The reason for choosing Rowoon and giving him a score of ‘second place’ was that he saw the potential beyond his skills, even though his skills are skills.

But I never thought that potential would see the light of day so quickly.

‘Did we meet at just the right time to bloom?’

Even by the time he entered school, Rowoon’s characteristics could be summarized as a clean and neat performance and a delicate sensibility buried in his performance. If you compare it to a singer, you can say that the voice is good, but the singing ability itself is not that great.

However, Rowoon’s singing ability has been rising so fast that it’s understandable why people say that every day is really different these days.

‘If we go on like this, maybe next time we’ll go out on a bigger stage…’

At this point, there was no choice but to be greedy to some extent. Even if he doesn’t put a lot of weight on his life as a teacher, that doesn’t mean he isn’t interested in becoming a student well.

Of course, whenever he met Rowoon, Han kept his inner feelings tightly hidden. It was a lesson day. After watching Rowoon’s performance and pointing out all the parts that didn’t fit his surname, Rowoon smiled strangely and said,

“How amazing. They keep fixing and fixing it, but even so, this lacking part remains.”

“If perfection was such a simple thing, the word ‘virtuoso’ wouldn’t even exist in the first place.”

“That’s right.”

Rowoon regretted saying that, but to be honest, it was dumbfounded that Rowoon regretted it. Do you really want to be perfect? To the subject who is still only nineteen?

But what was even more absurd was that Rowoon always corrected all the things Han pointed out to him until the next lesson.

Of course, he pointed out things that needed to be fixed and seemed like they could be fixed, but that didn’t mean that all of his students always improved what he said like Rowoon. Of course, one or two things could have been improved, but it was not something that would normally be done with willpower to fix everything that was pointed out in the lesson.

“doing well. Rowoon. Just do it like this.”

“yes. All right.”

“But don’t be too cocky.”

“Sure.”

“······Still, well, these days, the transcendent technique seems to be getting better, especially. The unnaturalness of the finger movements is gone.”