God of Piano

“As the professor said, I practiced Hanong again from the first time, so I think I got better.”

“Originally, the basics are always important.”

Han nodded. In order to better digest Liszt’s Mazepa, what Han ordered was to replay all of Hanong’s exercises from number 1 to number 60.

Normally, I would have thought it was just boring, textbook advice and ignored it. However, Rowoon listened to Han’s advice and played all of Hanong’s lessons from beginning to end.

And Hanong rewarded him with a meticulous correction journal.

[Heh heh, you go to your church really hard, don’t you? ]

[By the way, it seems a little sparse these days? ]

[ My exercises aren’t just for practicing finesse. It is to feel the wisdom of the person who dwells in the rules of the music and its formality! don’t forget him ]

…Well, sometimes it was unclear whether this person was trying to teach him or evangelize. Anyway, his advice also helped Rowoon. Hanon had the most basic and intuitive view and philosophy on how to move his fingers, and thanks to this, Rowoon was able to understand again how to move the keys with his hands one by one, just like a child learning how to hold chopsticks.

And, when I was blessed with the ‘six fingers’ of Liszt,

Rowoon remembered how odd Han looked.

It would have been inevitable. Even though Rowoon felt it, his playing before and after receiving the six fingers was completely different.

Rowoon hadn’t thought that he was particularly dexterous compared to other pianists. If his playing sounds great, it’s because of hard work, not talent.

But now it was different. Rowoon seemed to know what it felt like to have his fingers move according to his will. The moment my heart moved, my fingers moved. It felt as if dozens of nerves had sprung up in my fingers.

‘Is this the sense of the list?’

No, perhaps the list’s sense is not at this level. After evolving this blessing to the end, only then will you be able to understand the list a little more.

‘Still, I’m still only at level 6.’

Considering that the performance log was only unlocked after reaching level 6, it was possible that another function would be created at level 7. And once in a while, the power of the performance log itself might be further strengthened.

In fact, Rowoon felt something like a wall after his playing score rose to the 70s. From here, it was difficult to even raise one point. After receiving the six-finger blessing, it seems that the overall upper limit has increased by about 1 point, but there is something that cannot be overcome with that.

Beethoven, Liszt, and Chopin were questioned. How can I become a performance level 7? What the hell is keeping him at level 6?

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they didn’t answer I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe it was an unanswered question. In the end, simply thinking about it, Rowoon’s level was falling. It was a lack of skill. If so, is there any other answer to this other than improving your skills? I thought so.

So, the words of Han Ui and Professor Han Seok-hoon had no choice but to leave a strong impression on Rowoon’s mind.

“Loona.”

“yes?”

“Why don’t you play your performance now?”

“······My performance?”

“That is my impression from hearing you play. You want to tell the story of Beethoven. They want to sing the story of Chopin and Liszt. But is your story there?”

It felt like being hit. Han was poking at the blind spot Rowoon had been trying to avoid.

“You have many colors. that’s your charm It has the colors of Beethoven, the colors of Liszt, and the colors of all of them. But if your color is not among them… no matter how many colors you have, people will not be able to keep their eyes on you for long.”

The color of good.

your own color.

Han’s voice was quiet, but in Rowoon’s head, the voice roared like thunder.

“Isn’t it time to start talking about you?”

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“Hmm, that’s right.”

Heather nodded. Rowoon asked with a strange expression.

“Does it look like that to you?”

“No, what…… I have your color. Jinhae. But what should I say, ah, Beethoven is very Beethoven-like, and Chopin is very Chopin-like.”

“what do you mean?”

“If you put it well, it’s royal road, and if you put it badly, it’s typical.”

“Keep…”

Rowoon made a sound of pain. It was heartbreaking that there was no room for denying Heather’s words. It had to be. All of Rowoon’s performances came from the original composers, and Rowoon focused on reproducing their performances.

Of course, attempts such as modern reinterpretation were bound to produce minimal performances. I don’t know what Rowoon’s color really is, but I could say that the opportunity itself to reflect that color was lacking.

Heather put a finger on her lips. Her lips were covered with pink lipgloss.

“What color do you think this is?”

“well. pink?”

“It’s not just pink. Coral pink.”

“……Isn’t it just pink? Does it matter?”

“Sorry, but these are important times. If this lip gloss were just pink, I would never buy it. I bought it because it’s coral pink. Those minor differences bring out individuality. From that point of view, hmm… I’m sorry, but you, huh. okay. it’s pink Pink Boy himself.”

“It’s a very strange expression, that.”

Rowoon answered with a confused expression. Heather giggled and laughed.

“But it’s not that bad. Nowadays, people are enthusiastic about a more detailed pink color rather than a simple pink color, but that doesn’t take away the value of pink. However, if you want to be a trendy person… you need to give your eyes to newer colors, right?”

“So, can it be coral pink?”

“Coral pink, apple green, ice blue, camel… it would be nice if I could have a fresh and pretty color that would catch people’s eyes as soon as I saw it. Well, don’t have too much like me. Pink has its own charm. Isn’t that part of getting compliments from professors every day?”

Perhaps this assignment was the real gateway to becoming a real pianist. In the meantime, Rowoon was able to bring the color of Beethoven and others through the Walkman. However, his own color was something that Walkman could not give as a gift.

‘Yes, now it’s time for me to run myself.’

Of course, it wasn’t that he didn’t make an effort, but in the meantime, thanks to Walkman, he had always walked the path that promised rewards.

However, the path of a pianist was originally to walk in uncertainty, not even sure if you would be able to reach the place you wanted. And Rowoon lived with that same anxiety all his life except for the last year.

It was an anxiety that was already too familiar to be unfamiliar. Instead of trembling in fear, Rowoon calmed down. and asked

“What is my color? however.”

“well. Even if you ask me what color you are, I don’t know. I don’t even know you that much.”

“Then what is your color?”

“Hmm…”

At that, Heather thought seriously for a moment. Then, he folded his fingers and seemed to be organizing something, then nodded and said:

“He is neither Korean nor American. A child who has loved Chopin since childhood. A person who is happiest when people clap their hands, and who feels good when he expresses a song in his own way. I like white or black clothes, and pants are better than skirts… that color.”

“······Some things seem to have nothing to do with music?”

“What has nothing to do with music? After all, that’s all I play.”

Heather said it was natural.

“I am the music, and you are the music. Remember.”

That impudent face seemed to insist that it was a natural line with nothing to be embarrassed about, so Rowoon honestly had to admit that he was overwhelmed by such a header, even for a moment.

That day, Rowoon entered the practice room and looked down at his Walkman for a long time. To find the color, Rowoon had to stop relying on the Walkman. I had to make sure that he could be a good enough pianist even without a Walkman.

‘······Yes, it is possible.’

I think of Heather’s words, and I think of Rami’s performance. Looking at the backs of those who climbed up there without any help from the Walkman, Rowoon couldn’t possibly do it. I couldn’t say the same thing. Of course, someone might say that the starting line is different from the beginning, and what are you going to do with the difference in innate talent? But Rowoon, more than anyone else, was a person who did not want to acknowledge his innate limitations.

“I am music…”

Rowoon laughed. And soon, facing the piano, he corrected his posture and sat down.

He didn’t pull out his Walkman.

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Not dependent on the Walkman.

It was natural for a normal pianist, but it couldn’t be so unfamiliar to Rowoon. After Rowoon finished playing, he couldn’t receive feedback that gave him the absolute correct answer, and he couldn’t afford to read the log that showed the ideal performance and imitate it.

Originally, if teaching through correction notes, private tutoring, and journals had become a path for Rowoon, Rowoon no longer had a path. Of course, a wise man would use this situation well and use it as an opportunity to go somewhere, but Rowoon was still too young to walk so boldly.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t pick up the Walkman again. If you do, you will only regain the performance that is only a shell that has lost its backbone, which is being dragged around by old musicians. Right now, people are applauding even after seeing such performances, but fakes will eventually be revealed someday. Rowoon needed to become real one day soon before the bubble attached to his body burst.

And the first thing to do for him was to know himself. And fortunately, Rowoon knew someone who knew him as well as he did… or perhaps even more.

“What kind of person are you?”

Chris pondered, shaking his protein shake. He was all sweaty because he had just finished working out. After entering the California Conservatory, he entered the football club and even the powerlifting club. Nowadays, anyone can see that he is living a life closer to a physical education student than a music student.

“Well, the only exercise I do is swimming, so my basic muscles and cardiorespiratory endurance aren’t bad, but my strength itself isn’t that great, and I’m told to eat caffeine before exercise and some protein after. . . .”

“No, who told you to speak from the perspective of a personal trainer?”

“No, actually, is that what I think of most often when I see you?”

If it was Chris, it was Chris.

Rowoon held his head. I’ve already started getting headaches.

“······ Then, excluding sports, tell me what kind of person you are from a more objective point of view.”

“But why are you suddenly asking this? Are you hungry for praise?”

“I think knowing who I am will be of some help when I play.”

“hmm······. I don’t know what you mean.”

“Can’t you just shut up and talk?”

In the end, Rowoon got tired of being stuffy and wrinkled his face. Chris giggled at Rowoon and opened his mouth. I was about to finally tell him, but instead he raised his index finger at Rowoon and started gugging his protein shake. The shake, which was a mixture of two tablespoons of protein and 500ml of water, disappeared in an instant after a few times on his neck.

“Wow, this is delicious. sorry. You should eat it within 30 minutes of exercising. Otherwise, it won’t work.”

“……Are you done talking about exercise?”

“What was the question?”

“What kind of person am I?”

“Ah oh. okay. That was it. Well, he’s a soft guy. He’s a bad guy.”