God of Piano

At some point, all of the professors, except for one, smiled warmly. These young pianists were so admirable. I was proud. Even on the judging scale, the attitude of trying to be a pianist rather than a student to get points is so cute.

I love that heart that tries to find the best music in every moment.

Professors realized.

‘okay. For you guys, the California Music Festival is not a thing of the future.’

That their music festival has already started.

＜ California Music Festival (7) ＞ End

＜ California Music Festival (8) ＞

It’s okay if the audience is only professors. It’s okay if this performance doesn’t flow out of the world. A stage is a stage after all, and a performance is a performance after all. Heather gave her all in every moment she pressed the keys. so that no regrets remain. so that no regrets remain.

— I want to play.

When Heather asked what he was playing for, Rowoon replied that way. Rowoon couldn’t find a better answer than that, so he answered appropriately, but it was the key that fit Heather’s lock. The box was opened, and Heather was generously pulling out the treasures hidden inside.

‘Yeah, that’s fine. it will be header.’

‘I don’t have anything more greedy.’

‘Don’t worry about rankings.’

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‘Don’t even pay attention to the results.’

‘In the end, performance should be performance.’

‘I have to play because I want to play.’

Rachmaninov’s voice seems to whisper like that. No, it’s not just Rachmaninov’s voice. the music whispers The vast and mysterious world that embraced her even before she babbles speaks to her.

I want to answer. But Heather doesn’t know their language. Her voice doesn’t reach them. So she played. In the stifling feeling of being mute, she desperately let out her voice.

‘······good night.’

And, Rowoon felt a strange sense of kinship with Heather’s performance. The direction of the performance and the feeling were completely different, but for some reason I felt that way. The frustration he felt, the joy he felt, the excitement he felt, all those emotions would not be very different from what Heather is feeling now.

I had a sudden thought. What would Rachmaninov say if he heard that performance now? Critics sometimes say, ‘This is not like Rachmaninoff!’ You might lose points while doing this, but Rowoon knew. Rachmaninoff, who suffered so much because of his evaluation, couldn’t criticize Heather just because his performance was different from his direction.

Perhaps Rachmaninoff will laugh. ‘You’re hitting this song like this. After all, music is fun.’ while saying

‘Go as it is. header.’

Rowoon clenched his fists. The better Heather played, the less likely he was to pass the audition, but I didn’t care. After all, he was a person who loved music, and if there was even one more line of beautiful music in the world, it would be a welcome thing.

Even more so if the music blooms in the hands of a friend.

“… it’s getting difficult.”

And Mario let out a laugh. I was surprised when I heard Rowoon’s performance, but Heather always played to surprise people.

At this rate, I didn’t know that the two freshmen would form a fight for the soloist position of Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2. I never thought I’d be a freshman’s bridesmaid. It wasn’t impossible, but it wasn’t common either.

“Ha, I want to go home.”

“······Be patient. Unless you want to be photographed by the professor.”

“I wonder what the meaning of staying is.”

“Isn’t it a waste to practice so far? Show it and go.”

“······Who really wants to go? That’s just what they say.”

“Well, it’s fair to say that. Why are freshmen so scared these days? I’m getting goosebumps…”

In the corner of the waiting room, two 3rd years were talking like that. They said they were talking very lightly, but nonetheless, the hardened complexion showed that they were accepting the current situation quite hard.

‘Is that right?’

Even if Rowoon was in their position, he wouldn’t have felt so comfortable. If you see the new students who have just entered and perform more attractive performances than themselves, you will regret what you have done for the past time, and you will have no choice but to lose your motivation.

However, Rowoon did not pay attention to them for long. Heather’s performance was too charming for that. It seemed like a message thrown at him. this is my music I am a person who can sing happily like this. you? How about you?

‘······I already gave you the answer. header.’

I thought it was fortunate that I was ahead of Heather. If his turn had been behind her, Rowoon’s hands would’ve itchy as he listened to Heather’s performance, and he couldn’t stand it. Heather probably felt that way when it was Rowoon’s turn.

relaxed. Not because he played well, but because he played a performance he could enjoy, so Rowoon could be proud of Heather. It was sad. Among the many pianists in this waiting room, only Rowoon can comfortably enjoy Heather’s performance.

If you think about it that way, Rowoon received a much more valuable gift from Heather than he thought. Heather’s influence was quite large for being able to see the performance so clearly.

Rowoon looked at Heather. I watched her play. Let her playing touch the darkest corners of Rachmaninoff. And find the light in the darkness, and bring salvation to Rachmaninoff’s grief. The sound that filled the stage and the speakers finally reached the end and left only silence…

When the performance was over, applause erupted from the audience that would never be outdone even when compared to a row. And, just as the applause had stopped, a low voice rang out.

“Heather.”

It was Taylor. Heather looked at her with a slightly nervous expression.

“yes. professor.”

“Do you remember what I said at the entrance audition the other day?”

“······yes.”

“I asked if your Chopin had Chopin.”

“You did.”

“How do you feel about your performance today?”

Is there a Rachmaninoff in your Rachmaninoff?

Heather hesitated for a moment. Also, she had just listened to Rowoon’s performance. The objection of playing Rachmaninoff more like Rachmaninov than anyone else.

So, from her point of view, it was natural that it would be difficult to say that her playing was Rachmaninoff-like.

but.

Heather tried. I didn’t mean to pursue Rowoon. But just as Rowoon learned how to treat performance as performance from Heather, Heather also learned a lot from Rowoon.

Studied Rachmaninov. I traced his life and guessed what he must have been feeling when he made this song. And when adapting this song in her own way, she did not forget that at least the skeleton had to be Rachmaninoff’s.

So, Heather could now answer.

“yes. there is.”

Very little, but definitely there. It wasn’t Rachmaninoff without Rachmaninoff. But still, that part was repulsive to Heather, so she ended up adding it with some hesitation.

“But, if the professor says it’s not enough yet, I’ll accept it. Even to me, my Rachmaninov is heretical. so······.”

“Heather.”

Taylor cut Heather off. Heather stared into the darkness where Taylor was staying with a slightly nervous expression. And, seeing Heather like that, Taylor smiled a smile that Heather’s eyes wouldn’t contain.

“I believe that Rachmaninoff was present in your performance today.”

“······yes?”

“It was a good performance. Heather.”

Taylor added.

“Good work.”

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“hey.”

“why.”

“Was I cool?”

“······little?”

“Just a little bit?”

“A lot, actually.”

“Huh, right?”

Upon returning to the waiting room, Heather collapsed in her chair exhausted. And then he laughed out loud.

“There was Rachmaninoff.”

“huh.”

“Professor Taylor did. They say there is! Even in my playing!”

“You did.”

“Do you see it? did you have Rachmaninoff?”

“well.”

“What is that stupid answer? didn’t you?”

“It looks like there was.”

It’s because Rachmaninoff was too badly remodeled. To the point of doubting whether he was really Rachmaninoff.

Not adding an afterword was a good choice. Heather smiled and closed her eyes.

“thank god. thank god······.”

“······Sweat is terrifying. Wipe it off.”

Saying so, what Rowoon held out was not the handkerchief Heather lent him. Heather casually accepted the handkerchief and asked.

“You didn’t wipe your sweat, did you?”

“no way. You cleaned it with yours earlier.”

“……No, wait. But did you have a handkerchief? Then why did you take mine?”

Rowoon answered naturally.

“Be careful not to refuse the handkerchief that comes to you.”

“······What are you doing, this.”

“What are you doing? He’s the handkerchief giver. Aren’t you going to use it?”

“I will write.”

Heather took the handkerchief and laid it loosely over her face, as if she didn’t have the strength to wipe it. And he mumbled and said.

“I did my best.”