God of Piano

For those who live with enemies in music, a performance that reminds them of why they started music.

For those who do not, the performance reminds them of the charm of music.

Rowoon’s playing was like that. It was a competition that came out to win first place, but the moment Rowoon went on stage, he forgot about the competition. And because Rowoon’s attitude was like that, his audience was able to appreciate him instead of evaluating him.

‘Yes, it was actually this.’

Rowoon recalled. When he was young, his mother introduced him to the world of piano.

It wasn’t just because the performance was great that Rowoon smiled whenever he thought of that performance.

The time I spent with her was good. It didn’t matter what song she played, whether she played the wrong key or not. They didn’t play to be perfect. Played to play. I played to be happy.

Since when did Rowoon’s piano become for scoring?

‘······Chopin. Is this right?’

Walkman is in the waiting room. But for some reason, Rowoon felt like he was facing Chopin’s stubborn face. Like he nodded as he looked at him. And with his characteristic sarcastic voice,

[You are always late in learning. ]

I felt like I was being shot at.

Rowoon smiled. It was fun. Fear of consequences no longer plagued him. The question of how many points this is worth has been put aside for now. And through his fingers he fumbled the sound of Chopin. 1836. Chopin’s life was in transition.

And, just like that, the performance was over.

The contest is over.

Rowoon exhaled slowly, feeling Chopin’s notes echo and fade. He heard the sound of his heart beating loudly.

And, on top of that beating sound, applause that made the whole body tremble poured out.

‘······ah.’

As if bewildered, or as if he expected it, Rowoon looked at the audience with an expression that was hard to fathom. Then, slowly, with sincerity, I bowed my back.

The thought of the competition had long left Rowoon’s mind. Rowoon got something more important than that.

why do you play the piano

answer that.

#

“The applause was crazy…”

“I don’t think it’s as bad as Heather Hong’s earlier, right?”

“It deserves it. I got goosebumps when I heard Chopin earlier. Wow, how can a kid like that still not be famous? I don’t understand.”

“Well, what’s certain is that it’s not long before he becomes famous. Everyone who came to the contest today must have stamped their eyes.”

“Wow, I’m envious… I made a lot of mistakes today.”

As soon as Rowoon’s performance was over, students who had already finished the competition as well as those who were still waiting for the stage started to chatter. Rowoon’s performance was stimulating in many ways. I couldn’t handle this thrill unless I vomited the stimulation out like this.

Heather understood them. Even Heather, who had poured all her energy into the stage, felt her fingers itch after hearing Rowoon’s performance. I wanted to face the piano. Like he did, I wanted to immerse myself in the world of music and fully enjoy him.

So when Rowoon entered the waiting room, the scene where everyone looked at him and kept silent was quite funny. Instead of maintaining that silence, Heather clapped softly. And he smiled.

“great job. Rowoon.”

“…was it good?”

“Um, I hate to admit it, but quite a lot?”

“thank god.”

Rowoon smiled whitely, and immediately sat down on the chair next to him like a person whose legs were loosened. Heather finally realized that Rowoon’s forehead was sweaty and handed her a handkerchief.

“Wipe it. It looks tough.”

“······thank you. I’m dying. really.”

When I was playing, I hadn’t noticed it because I only focused on the sound he emitted, but now that I look back, my whole body aches and my heart is pounding. He exerted that level of concentration for dozens of minutes, so it was no wonder that he was exhausted.

“I······.”

And that was when Anton, a white boy with an innocent look, approached Rowoon. He spoke with a look that reminded him of something.

“Hey, I heard you play well! One of the best performances I’ve heard lately!”

“Ah, uh, thank you…”

“Call me Anton. Hey, if it’s okay, could I get your Starbook ID? Let’s add friends!”

“Ah, of course. I’m Rowoon. If it’s hard to pronounce, Ron is fine. But I don’t post anything in particular on Starbook…”

“doesn’t care. That, you know… As I said before, the performance was so good. What should I say? I’ve been reminded what is the piano how much fun I think you… you seem to have a lot of fun playing. Oh, sorry, I’m talking gibberish too much.”

However, since the words were so indistinct, I felt more that what Anton was saying was sincere. I can’t speak, so I’m rather good at communicating.

Rowoon asked Anton while taking his Starbook ID on his phone.

“But can I stay like this? You’re going to a competition soon.”

“No!”

Anton said confidently. And it soon became dull.

“I can’t think of it. But, uh, even if I go on stage like this, I feel like I’m going to make a mistake instead of rushing around. i’ll do that somehow I am stronger on stage than I thought!”

“Good luck then. You are quite famous.”

“Not that famous…”

Anton touched his nose with an embarrassed expression. Rowoon smiled quietly, wiping the sweat with Heather’s handkerchief.

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“I wish you luck. do well.”

Was that support effective? Or was it true what Anton said about being strong on stage? After a while, Anton, who went on stage, performed a performance worthy of his name.

Haydn’s Piano Sonata No. 53.

Liszt’s Transcendental Skills Exercise No. 5, Demon’s Fire.

And Chopin’s Etude No. 4.

“There is a reason why the contest became famous.”

Heather nodded. Rowoon said.

“Certainly, I can see that you have a good understanding of the composer. Should I just say it’s a performance that the judges can’t help but like? It’s easy to give points.”

“Well, actually, you’re like that too… but it seems you’ve decided to focus on yourself a bit more than usual today?”

“······Is your lip coral pink today too?”

Rowoon asked a question instead of an answer. Heather was taken aback for a moment, then nodded.

“Oh, that’s right… the question is a bit strange?”

“No, it’s not like that… you know what we talked about the other day. What is the difference between pink and coral pink? I remembered that So I tried to become a coral pink, so it just happened that way.”

“If you just said that, what would you explain?”

“It’s a story that I can’t explain.”

Rowoon smiled whitely. Normally, he would have kept his mouth shut or grumbled at Heather’s criticism, but seeing him accept each one with a smile like this, he seemed quite happy.

“······Then if I win, do I have a share in the prize money?”

“No, I’m sorry, but not to that extent.”

“Wow, look how heartless.”

“Why, after listening to my performance, did you lose your confidence to win?”

“Isn’t it like that? just······. Big hum. You deserve to win, too?”

“Isn’t that the same story?”

“different! Totally different!”

Heather, in a firm tone, emphasized that I was not intimidated. And again, I listened to Anton’s playing.

“…But, well, you can definitely do second place.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Anton’s performance is like your performance before you changed.”

“ah······.”

Sorry Anton, but as soon as Rowoon heard Heather’s words, he immediately understood what she was talking about.

Anton is a performer specializing in competitions. In other words, it meant that he was the type of performer who wanted to keep the composer’s will, following all the instructions written by the composer as it was.

That in itself wasn’t bad. However, the problem was that Anton, unlike Rowoon, still gave the impression that he was staying in the realm of pink, not coral pink.

“Well, even taking that into consideration, the keystrokes and stuff like that are so neat, but… I don’t know. I think this should really be left to the taste of the judges.”

“It’s your taste… isn’t it already ground rice?”

“You keep provoking me from earlier? . . . Give me my handkerchief.”

“It’s dirty. I’ll suck it up and give it to you.”

“joy. it’s okay. Anyway, I gave you something to wipe my sweat with.”

“?”

“?”

“…?”

#

After Anton and the rest of the contestants finished playing, the judges informed them that the results would be announced at 5:00 PM.

Thanks to that, Rowoon had been waiting for the announcement with his friends for a long time. And, of course, the wait was tumultuous.

“theory. Wow, really great! It was dope!”

“Wow, could you beat Heather?”

“okay. Let’s break the header once in a while. It’s time for Heather to lose a bit.”

At first glance, it might look like Chris or Gregor were talking, but in reality they were all Heather’s high school friends. Heather glared at them with a blank expression.