God of Piano

“Thank you anyway. You nasty son of a b*tch.”

“…….”

Was it like that? That’s what I thought for a while.

Somehow, that smile seems a bit like my mother’s.

#

It wouldn’t be necessary to talk at length about what kind of performance Heather performed ahead of the raccoon stage and the end of the festival.

Irami was Irami, and Han Jeong-woo was Han Jeong-woo. And by the same logic, Heather Hong was Heather Hong. It was a castle she had built too solidly to collapse, and many audience members who had walked all the way to the California Conservatory could only admire its majesty.

and,

“……I got it, but I got it.”

Inside Rowoon’s Walkman, there was a tape of Heather’s performance.

To be honest, the desire to play that tape was like a chimney. Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto is a song that has already been obtained from his performance journal. At the moment of replay, Rowoon was only judging the header, and was even able to reach agreement.

However, because of that, Rowoon had a feeling that he could not reproduce it more easily. Rather, Heather’s other performances, songs for which he could not obtain a performance log, have already been played. And because of that, it was also known that Heather’s playing level was 7. But, this…

‘Isn’t that a bit harsh?’

The feeling of guilt, as if committing a crime, did not go away. Looking into a woman’s life from his own point of view… It was because he felt something eerie about it.

‘It’s rather a performance log, but it would be nice if it could be reproduced.’

If I could, I wouldn’t have hesitated. If I could get a glimpse of her as a performer without touching Heather’s daily life, to be honest, I wouldn’t feel sorry for her.

When in doubt, it is best to withhold judgment for now. So Rowoon had no choice but to put the tape of Heather’s Lapihyup No. 2 in the corner of the drawer. In the first place, he already had a lot of things to worry about aside from this.

Seokhoon Han said:

— Rowona. There are two paths you can choose now.

— to build up internal stability;

— or go up.

— Of course, after hearing this, it will sound like you need to work on your inner self. But that’s not really the case.

— When you need to grow taller, it’s better to focus on growing taller rather than controlling your diet and building muscle.

— Of course, on the contrary, if you have already grown taller, it would be right to build up your muscles now.

— In the end, it’s a matter of timing.

Having said that, Rowoon had no choice but to ask. Then what time am I now?

Han Seok-hoon answered with a rare embarrassed expression.

– I don’t know.

It wasn’t something a professor would say, but in a way, it was something he had to say because he was a professor. Han Seok-hoon honestly admitted that he couldn’t easily judge Rowoon.

— To be honest, you’re a pretty difficult disciple. Even the sections that would normally go slowly would quickly jump over. But that’s not to say there aren’t any regrets.

— Especially when you are just starting to practice. Compared to what you show on stage, no matter how new you are, you show a performance that is quite lacking in basic skills, but after time passes and you become proficient in playing, you show a level of perfection that you don’t even think about basic skills.

— That’s why I can’t make decisions for you.

— You judge.

— What do you really need right now?

Since he did not know about the Walkman’s journal function, it was natural for Han Seok-hoon to make such a judgment. Rowoon agreed. Han Seok-hoon’s words accurately pointed out the point.

However, Rowoon did not follow Han Seok-hoon’s words as they were. As Han Seok-hoon said, he wasn’t able to properly evaluate Rowoon.

Rowoon grabbed the Walkman. Recorded and questioned. And, as always, the saints of music told Rowoon what he needed to hear.

Chopin said:

[You already know, don’t you? Your skill is the bubble we created. Quickly refill the glass before the foam runs out. ]

It was about the importance of basic skills.

And surely Rowoon knew that was right. Six fingers of the list. Rachmaninoff’s Swamp of Sounds. Bach’s Musical Eye, Chopin’s Mirage Rubato. All of those blessings strengthened Rowoon’s senses in many ways, but it didn’t give him the experience and skill he didn’t have.

No matter how good a sense of rhythm is, it is meaningless if you don’t know how to use it. In order not to disappoint those who blessed him, Rowoon needed to improve his skills.

What’s next?

‘It’s not too late to think about it then.’

It is pointless to start thinking about where to go on a trip when there is no fuel in the car right now. Rowoon decided to fill up the gas first.

And, what he found for him was, of course, the representative of Etude, ‘Hanong’.

Rowoon played Hanong after a long time. The fingers of both hands moved regularly along the monotonous melody.

And Hanong commented on his playing.

[ ……Hey, you haven’t been looking for the Lord for a while, have you? ]

#

“Did you see the raccoon stage at the California Music Festival this time?”

“Oh, has it already been that season?”

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“It’s not over, it’s already over. The last stage already ended a few days ago.”

“You know? I’m not the only one who’s busy these days. Also, the fact that the California Music Festival was a hot potato is a thing of the past, and these days it seems pretty languid. Of course, it was Rami Lee. He’s looking forward to it, but…”

“Cluck, the information is so slow…”

“……Am I missing something?”

“Yes. A lot of that too.”

“Is it worth the money?”

The old man’s eyes flashed sternly at the other’s words. At that momentum, the opponent flinched for a moment, then grumbled.

“Ah, please understand. Don’t you know how hard it has been since the last show failed? If you go further, you will starve to death in the 21st century America!”

“know. So, didn’t I personally give you a present like this?”

“A gift…?”

“Exactly, it is a win-win. You get the material for the broadcast, and I…”

The old man shrugged.

“Reviving this music world.”

＜ California Music Festival (29) ＞ End

＜ Spring Breeze (1) ＞

save the music world Whatever the identity of the old man was, it was not something that an individual could easily put into his mouth. But that didn’t mean it couldn’t be said at all. Man, said Harry with a sigh.

“boss. “What kind of a boss is a boss? ever story. Just say Mr. Kane.” ……Mr. Kane. Why are you doing this to me?”

“Why is this? Isn’t that a possibility?”

“What are the odds? Are you talking about the possibility that I will be completely photographed and disappear?”

“You’re making weak noises again.”

Kane clicked his tongue and shook his head. And he slowly raised his finger.

“Now, tell me about all the programs you’ve had success with.”

“……There was nothing but a short outback trip show.”

“What about the ruined program?”

“McCrystal’s Talk Show, The Quiz Show, and…”

“It was just what everyone else was doing.”

“So you mean doing something no one else does, like a classic show?”

“I can’t say it works.”

Kane answered naturally. And somewhere, he looked at Harry quietly with deep eyes.

“But until now, every time you started a new program, I remember giving you enough advice. Do your program. If you follow other people’s programs, in the end, you just want to see the light for a while, and then you have no choice but to be turned away.”

“…….”

“If you don’t like your program, who will?”

It was a phrase I had heard many times. And at the same time, it was also a word that was ignored many times. You have to follow the flow of the public. He said he did not have the ability to overcome the public’s demands and create his own flow.

“The choice is yours. As always.”

Kane patted Harry on the shoulder and left his cramped studio. Harry sighed for a while and looked down at the ground, then slowly raised his head to look at his tablet.

‘……California Music Festival.’

#

Studying Hanong meant going to church.

Hanon tirelessly told Rowoon to go to the church. It was the same in the composition journal, but also in the performance journal, most of his homework was related to religion. Praying, meditating, reading the bible, going to church, etc…

However, Rowoon did not hate that time so much. Because I know that this is not a pointless homework. Hanon was more sincere than anyone else, and analyzing his songs without understanding religion was no different than trying to appreciate a painting with sunglasses on.

Rowoon couldn’t go to church. The reason was simple. There was no proper church around his school. It was only on the street where I had to drive for a long time, and there was no friend who dared to go to the church with him on that street.

Thanks to this, Rowoon had no choice but to go to church as a last resort. At first glance, it was a church that looked like a private house. The number of church members was small, and the voices filling the main hall during praise were not loud enough. but…….

“……I didn’t know everyone went to church.”

Rowoon spoke to Gregor who was next to him. It was just after the service was over. Gregor answered as if muttering, keeping his eyes on the pulpit where the pastor had alighted.

“You’re bored. In this town, nothing to do. It’s annoying to go all the way to L.A.”

“In the past, Mila said she was coming because she had something to wish for, but you said she was coming because she was bored again.”

“Wouldn’t fewer people go to church just to go to church?”

“but.”

Originally, ancestral rites are always interested in the food placed next to them rather than the incense.