God of Piano

But the important thing was that Rowoon hadn’t played the dog waltz yet. And, although this song is very important to Rowoon, even so, the position this song had on this stage was just the beginning, just a taste.

Rowoon instinctively felt that the hearts of the audience were starting to open towards him. I already knew that it was a performance that had no choice but to open the door of my heart wide.

he didn’t hesitate As the final notes of the puppy waltz faded into silence, he immediately played the next song.

Chopin, Ballade No. 2.

This song was written around the time when I met Sande while wandering after getting my marriage broken off because of my weak body.

The sadness of my miserable situation, the joy of meeting Sand, and the love for music are all so harmonious and beautiful in this song.

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It couldn’t have been a better song to capture Rowoon’s life.

press the key He sings the scent of Chopin that is in each note with his voice. I mix Chopin’s anger with his anger at my life, which doesn’t recognize me and which only makes life more difficult no matter how hard I live.

In short, Rowoon’s performance now is…

‘She’s very professional.’

Alice smiled. I don’t know if he was influenced by Heather or what, but compared to the last time I saw him, I could feel that Rowoon was playing a performance with his own color that was a bit stronger.

I want to be exemplary, but the sensibility and tone are never like that. Although more like Chopin than anyone else, sometimes at some point, she forgets Chopin altogether and thinks only of Rowoon.

It was a charming performance. I never get tired of listening to it over and over again. You can think that visiting this stage twice was something I had no regrets at all.

It was the same with Mazepa. Rowoon’s Mazepa was slightly different from before. Should I say that Mazepa is feeling a little more angry? Of course, those who saw this stage for the first time couldn’t help but notice the difference. They were just amazed. In its compositional power and delivery power, as if Mazepa’s narrative was transmitted as it is.

‘Is this the first year?’

‘Heh heh… Aside from the experience, it’s a depth that doesn’t suit his age.’

‘Looks like another star has rolled into the California Conservatory.’

Rowoon’s Chopin and Liszt gave everyone that idea.

However, Rowoon was not satisfied with that. could not be satisfied The core of today’s stage had to be Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2, no matter what. It was partly because the message I wanted to convey to Kim Jin-young was contained in it, but it was also because the concerto had a grandeur that a solo piece could not bear to follow.

In that huge wave of sound, Rowoon planned to wash away everything he had buried deep in his heart.

It was a letter about Kim Jin-young, but some letters are read and loved by more people than most novels. Rowoon had no doubt that this would be such a letter.

After the Mazepa, in the midst of silence, the members of the orchestra came up one by one and began to take their seats. Cozy uproar, coy silence. The sound of footsteps and breathing echoing in it, the sound of instruments clashing, the sound of sheet music unfolding, the sound of suppressing a cough, the sound of opening a door and coming in.

While all those sounds embrace Rowoon, Rowoon quietly took a breath. I know roughly where Jinyoung Kim is sitting. So Rowoon broke down and didn’t look that way any more.

‘I hope you understand… I do. My story.’

Before long, all the members were seated and seated. coordination is over. Jace stood still, and all that was left was Rowoon’s performance.

However, Rowoon did not start playing easily. Because it was a word that could not be easily brought out. Because it was something I didn’t want to say easily. Because I wanted to pick and choose, take out the most elaborately polished cogwheel, and spit out words that could fix his broken life at once.

Rowoon groped for the gears in his heart. found. and chose okay. If it’s this, if it’s this, now his watch can turn back. I believe it will.

Even if you don’t have to think of it, your body still remembers Rachmaninov’s posture. Kim Jin-young’s attitude is the same. Somewhere between Rachmaninoff and Kim Jin-young, Rowoon’s body settled down.

Then, leaning forward, assuming an uneasy posture as if it would collapse at any moment, the weight was pressed down on the keyboard in an instant.

“……!”

At that moment, everyone in the audience had no choice but to admit it. That Asian young man on stage right now has something indescribable. Something beautiful and powerful enough to stand against, or rather bury, the presence of hundreds of people on stage.

Talent. soul. skill. What should I express? Everyone faced the conundrum, but did not dare to solve it. Rowoon’s fingers were already tightly gripping their consciousness and mind. There was no time for serious thoughts.

And, it was the same for Jinyoung Kim.

— I heard you play.

Rowoon said so. I heard him play. To be honest, Kim Jin-young couldn’t help but be a little surprised when Rowoon heard the performance and asked about Lee Yeon-joo. It was definitely a time when Kim Jin-young was having a hard time with Lee Yeon-joo when he was playing that song.

‘That was it. It also made me quit playing the piano.’

I can’t say I hated playing. Actually, I still liked the performance. However, when I write a new song, when I send a song that contains only his voice into the world, I wonder if it will reach her someday. He said that he was sorry, that he wanted to see him again, and he wondered if she would listen.

Did his voice really reach Lee Yeon-joo?

Kim Jin-young did not have an answer to that question, but he did have an answer to another question.

Rowoon’s performance definitely reached Jinyoung Kim.

The depression and despair that Rachmaninoff had suppressed all burst out as explosive arpeggios when Rowoon touched them. When you listen to it, you get a sense of tension that makes you run out of breath. It felt as if Rowoon’s entire body had become a string pulled taut. To the point where I’m worried that it might break if I touch it wrongly.

From the point of view of the orchestra, it was a performance full of energy that was difficult to follow. But Jace smiled. Before getting on this stage, Jace had spoken to Rowoon. Now that you’ve already been on the raccoon stage, go rampage as much as you can. don’t worry about the back You have me, so I will match all your voices.

‘I can’t even say that I’m a member of Raccoon.’

You can’t be pushed out because of pride. Jace’s ears pricked up more than ever. I was conscious of each and every sound made by all the instruments in the orchestra, and when Rowoon’s sound came rushing in like a tidal wave, I somehow calmed it down and blended it into the sound of the orchestra.

Something, something was happening. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or what. However, their performance was flying far beyond what they could normally reach.

The audience felt it too. Hair-raising goosebumps plagued them. Rachmaninoff’s melancholy pulled them to the bottom, and Rachmaninov’s anger made them claw their way up the walls. And when he lifted up his torn nails and his battered body and escaped from that abyss…

Just like that, when Rowoon’s piano screamed in anger or joy at them.

‘Yeah, you’re so angry.’

Jinyoung Kim raised his hand and covered his eyes. In front of this confession of music without addition or subtraction, Kim Jin-young could not return any words. I didn’t deserve it, I didn’t have the courage to do it.

Wrong. It seems difficult to even say that now. In front of a child who has suffered so much, who still has to bear those scars, his desire to become a father again is so selfish… how ugly.

Kim Jin-young continued to sit like that with his face covered. Until Rowoon’s sound, voice, and scream reached him and then went away again.

Until Rachmaninov’s final proclamation, the voice that says I’ve overcome everything rings, followed by applause.

At that time when everyone stood up and cheered and clapped, Kim Jin-young couldn’t cheer in the end. I couldn’t clap.

Rowoon wrote him a letter.

The letter is too heavy,

I couldn’t get up.

＜ California Music Festival (25) ＞ End

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“Wow, after all, a raccoon stage is a raccoon stage.”

“Isn’t that guy as great as the rumors say?”

“huh. I can understand why 1st grade has become so famous.”

“What can I say about that Rachmaninov in particular… He had a corner that made people creepy.”

“that’s right! It’s not creepy, it’s even a little scary?”

“When you grow up later, you’ll be even more scared than now.”

“…… One more star will be born in our school.”

“Well, it may not be a definite answer yet… but I bet on becoming a star.”

“Ah, me too, me too!”

“By the way, it’s okay to pronounce his name Luo Yun, right?”

“They say it’s subtly different. So everyone just calls me Ron?”

“How exactly are you supposed to say it?”

“Huh, um, well…”

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‘He’s a guy who only goes forward.’

The night Rowoon’s performance ended, Jungwoo had such a thought. Rowoon is a strong friend in many ways. Of course, that might be because he didn’t know the story of Rowoon’s days when he didn’t have a Walkman.

‘Raphihyup No. 2… A song written by Rachmaninoff while overcoming depression.’

Jungwoo also liked the song quite a bit. So, he couldn’t help but be unaware of how strange Rowoon’s Lapihyup No. 2 was. It wasn’t a Rafi hyup that was simply depressed or looking for hope. Raffy Hyup seems to feel Rachmaninov’s anger.

‘Yeah, I guess I can contain my anger like that.’

I don’t know if it’s Rachmaninov’s painting or Rowoon’s painting. because I couldn’t ask But I didn’t want to ask. I wanted to keep Rowoon’s performance in his head as it was, without any explanation.

Tomorrow, Jungwoo has to perform a recital on the raccoon stage.

This is the first time Rowoon sees Jungwoo on stage.

‘……I can’t show my ugly side now, even though I’m talking like that.’

I was sitting blankly on a bench in front of the dormitory, in front of the unlit cafeteria, thinking so. In front of Jungwoo, a woman wearing a hoodie with the raccoon logo of the conservatory and superstar jogger pants was walking around holding a tumbler. It was a familiar silhouette.

“……ramie?”

“Ugh.”

Rami looked back at Jung-woo, startled, and soon put on a disgusted expression. Her appearance now was in many ways uncomfortable and shabby. It wasn’t the usual fancy and neat feeling.

“What are you doing here?”

“Tomorrow is the stage. so.”

Rami shook the tumbler.

“I had a drink.”

“……What?”

“beer. Guinness.”

“Just one sip.”

“Hey, do you know how hard it is to get alcohol on campus? Is that also under (a minor, in the US you can buy alcohol from the age of 21)?”

“I will shoot later. Give me some.”

“……Just one sip?”

Rami handed the tumbler to Jungwoo with a look of regret. Jungwoo gulped down the beer. At first glance, he drank a can of beer. Receiving the tumbler returned by Jungwoo, Rami sent a cold look.

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“……It was the day before the stage, so I watched it.”

“I also drank a lot so that you wouldn’t get too drunk.”

“Yes, you were very considerate. I didn’t know.”

Rami smiled and sipped her beer. Then he took a cigarette out of his pocket. Jungwoo frowned when he saw it.

“Didn’t you say you quit last time?”