God of Piano

＜＜ In the last performance, Mozart said that he put fear into the Turkish March. How do you like this song? ＞＞

“I wish I could have said that after the performance was over. I want to ask too.”

Rowoon glanced back at Eric and said.

“What did you feel?”

Even without words or explanations, whether what they want to put in the music is fully conveyed.

Even though I showed a bold response to the judges’ question by saying that I would ask a question, no one felt uncomfortable seeing Rowoon like that.

‘You look like a very pianist.’

Jeff thought while looking at Rowoon. Even though they say that music speaks through music, which is quite cheeky for an amateur, no one holds back their words, probably because they all instinctively think that the young man in front of them is deserving of it.

It’s not a matter of skill. It’s a matter of attitude. A pure attitude towards music as music. That attitude is what makes people listen to Rowoon’s performance.

＜＜ OK. ＞＞

So Jayden said.

＜＜ Play it. your Schubert. ＞＞

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Eric and Rowoon did not turn down the offer. They went to the piano and sat next to each other.

The sight of two stout men sitting on a chair that isn’t very wide made it look very cramped, but that wasn’t the case. As if the piano is originally a musical instrument played by two people, they seemed natural.

A spotlight is shining. The shadows of the two men are cast over the yellow wooden floor of the stage. The spectators are silent. Maybe some of them forgot to breathe. Someone clenches their fists. He swallows saliva and moistens his dry lips. Before the performance even started, the atmosphere surrounding Rowoon and Eric magically took over the crowd.

Rowoon starts playing the last part of the first movement first. The right hand, which goes back and forth from par to par over an octave, slowly raises the tension, and Eric’s increasingly strong staccato slowly and passionately overwhelms the hall.

‘under.’

And Rowoon smiled involuntarily. Largo. Ben marcato. very slowly. Accents are added, and each one is clear. This is Schubert’s instruction that decorates the first word of the second movement.

However, what Schubert intended to indicate through this is not a simple tempo. Through chords that seem to be chewed out one by one, Schubert tried to express the love entangled in his heart.

And Eric, at least now, was the most suitable person to express Schubert’s seething heart. More than Rowoon who looked into Schubert’s life. That would also be the case, if Rowoon understood Schubert, Eric had the same feelings as Schubert.

Every time Eric’s finger moved, his old thoughts about Rami fell like a waterfall. In a way, the performance was uncharacteristic of Eric, even wild.

‘Go as it is. Eric.’

Rowoon matched Eric’s breathing with Eric’s playing. Unrefined emotions ran rampant on the keyboard as if they would explode at any moment, but Rowoon held onto Eric’s reins as loosely as possible.

and,

‘······Look at these guys?’

Jennifer couldn’t help but smile. It was a smile that even looked ferocious, but what was contained in it was pure joy and joy.

‘You’re still only a college student, but you’re directing these emotions? No, no. Is it possible because I’m a college student?’

It was a performance that was alive and wriggling with passion that was not yet fully stained. A performance that only youth can give birth to.

Rowoon said. Let them listen and think about what the song will contain. And Jennifer seemed to understand why Rowoon spoke the way he did.

‘love.’

A love that is less mature enough to make you feel like you are young. The anxiety, confusion, nervousness, and excitement that such love brings were all contained in their performance. The uneasiness hidden in the passionately driven melody as if angry made the listener’s hand grab the armrest, and…

‘·······.’

It made Rami obsessed with various thoughts.

– sorry. ramie.

Before the stage, Eric came to her out of the blue and apologized. Of course, Rami asked why he apologized, and Eric replied that way.

— I confessed. to you.

It was an absurd confession. A confession that the person who received the confession does not know.

Eric explained the situation in a haphazard manner with a slightly agitated expression.

I stopped talking about her feelings in front of the camera. Maybe that will come out on TV. No matter how much it was, I decided that Rami wasn’t confirming it through the broadcast, so I had no choice but to pour out his heart by crying and eating mustard. Sorry for embarrassing you. like that.

— You don’t have to give me an answer. No, to be honest… I don’t want you to give it to me.

– why?

— Because you know the answer.

— ······.

— So, don’t just give an answer. that’s good that would be nice

— Haa, you really have no idea. you.

You know the answer, so don’t give it. It’s not that I don’t understand that feeling, but does that have any meaning?

In fact, Rami had always thought that this moment might come someday. To be honest, Eric wasn’t good at hiding his feelings in many ways. How many people didn’t know that Eric liked Rami at the California Conservatory in the first place?

Nevertheless, from the moment Rami didn’t respond to Eric, their ending would have been pre-determined.

‘it’s annoying. really.’

Rami rested her chin. And with an expression I had never seen before, I watched Eric engrossed in the piano. Considering that he was rejected by a woman he had liked for years, he was overly calm… and even looked happy.

‘It seems like I’ve been harassing you all this time.’

But again, this performance is too sweet to make me angry.

I am grateful to him as much as it is burdensome for him to express his feelings by borrowing Schubert’s voice.

Rami, not knowing what expression to make, just listened to the performance in silence.

‘······amazing.’

And, of course, Rami was not the only one whose heart rang. Even if the owner of the letter Eric wrote was Rami, what was written in it was something anyone could read and feel.

Emile nodded quietly. Eric’s performance last time wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great either. To be honest, it was Emil’s prediction that Rowoon would be the protagonist of this briquette.

But no. Instead of insisting on the lead role, Rowoon chose to enhance the perfection of his music. He moderately controls Eric’s unorganized performance and leads his passionate performance to sound in the best way to hear.

“They’re a better duo than I thought, the two of them…?”

“I know.”

At Heather’s words, Jungwoo calmly nodded.

“It’s a good briquette. No doubt.”

It is a performance that Schubert would be delighted to hear.

‘Don’t hesitate, Eric.’

And Rowoon knew that too. So at this moment, Rowoon had no choice but to pay more attention and put all his energy into each note.

If Rowoon is in charge of comprehension of the song, Eric is in charge of expression. Symbiosis, sympathy, use, or expression is irrelevant. Eric was a paint artist, and Rowoon was an artist. And Rowoon was ready to bring out all the colors Eric had.

‘Schubert. Here’s someone who looks like you.’

Schubert may deny it. Even if it wasn’t for the sickness, his love would have come true. This young man who is unrequitedly in love with him may get horns saying that the situation itself is different in the first place.

But even so, it was clear that Eric’s performance now expresses Schubert’s Fantasia better than anyone else.

And, Rowoon’s role was to keep the balance so that the performance would not run out of control.

Normally, it was not something that a student who was only about Rowoon’s age could accomplish. It is only when a lot of experience and years of experience are accumulated that you can understand how to set the tempo and accent at some point.

However, Rowoon’s strengths were revealed right here. Through numerous performance diaries, Rowoon was able to understand the differences between various pianists, and blessings such as the Eye of Music and the Swamp of Sound raised his senses to a level comparable to that of geniuses who left their names in history.

‘Huh, true.’

So, Jeff couldn’t help but click his tongue and admire. Before starting today’s contest, he told the contestants that. It is clear that a week is not enough time, but nevertheless, someone will come up with unbelievably good results based on that lack of time.

I thought it was irresponsible even as I spoke. It’s a story that’s possible because I’m not making music myself, but speaking from the point of view of a critic.

However, Rowoon and Eric’s performances made Jeff’s self-reproach fade.

‘You set an example for yourself. theory.’

Schubert’s voice faded away, and a question came to Jeff’s mind.

Rowoon. How can his performance shine this much in a week?

＜ On the screen (3) ＞ End

＜ On the screen (4) ＞

It was a question Jeff couldn’t answer. He was just a critic. I could talk about whether it was good music or not, but I had neither the ability nor the qualifications to say how it could have been improved.

But I didn’t even need to know. All he had to do was to face, accept, and evaluate Rowoon’s performance as it is. It was his role to applaud and praise the songs that deserved it, and to tell the chilling reality of the songs that did not.

And in front of Rowoon, his role was the former.

‘Maybe a star could really be born in this program.’

Originally, Jeff did not give such a generous score to the possibility of ‘The Musicians’. What he walked on was not hope, but expectation. Maybe, maybe something will be a broadcast that will help the music world. Maybe it can get people’s attention again.

Even those expectations faded a little after hearing the format of the broadcast.

— There will be a contest every week? A week when a month is not enough? Do you think a proper performance will come out?

— I know what you mean. Mr. Bilson. But I can’t help it. Even because of the format of the broadcast, it is difficult to give more time than that. It’s something that has to be compromised to some degree. Please understand. Please.

It wasn’t that he didn’t know what Harry was talking about. But it was something that Jeff couldn’t help but worry about. At best, I thought I had a chance to familiarize myself with music in front of the public.

‘······Worrying for nothing, this is it.’

Jeff raised an eyebrow. It was a pleasant mistake. I want to wake up again and again.

It’s not that Rowoon and Eric’s performances are perfect. If you are a long-time fan of classical music, you will have no choice but to notice in an instant how immature their performance is. But that didn’t mean I didn’t like their playing either.

‘It has the power to make you listen.’

I feel sincerity.

It doesn’t feel like you’re letting go of a chunk of melody you’ve become accustomed to through practice. It is not a sound built up as if studying for a score, but a performance that was devoted to expressing it.

‘It’s the first quality of a professional. To play with all your heart.’

How many people have turned their backs on the piano after devoting their whole lives to the piano, but eventually become obscure pianists or even those who fail to have these basics?

Rowoon and Eric’s performance contained sincerity. Perhaps the color of that sincerity may be a little different. Eric was engrossed in expressing his feelings for Rami. Borrowing from Schubert’s experience, I was complaining about the pain of one-sided love.

And Rowoon was helping Eric’s heart to resonate most fully musically. Each other made up for each other’s deficiencies, and that’s why when the two’s lacking parts meshed, ironically, the joint was surprisingly smooth. As if this performance was born to sound like this from the beginning.

“It looks like a briquette.”