It may sound right, or it may sound like nonsense.
In any case, Rowoon’s conclusion from his conversation with Liszt was that seeking advice from him was not a very wise decision. Rowoon needed someone to give him advice that fit his position.
[ ······Are you doing this to me too? ]
And Chopin let out a sigh as if it were absurd. Rowoon hesitated and continued. Chopin was still a difficult opponent for Rowoon in many ways. He was the one Rowoon liked more than any other musician, and he was the one he wanted to be loved as much.
“To understand Brahms-sama’s love… I think Chopin’s color would suit him the most.”
[I’m not a dating counselor. I found the wrong address. ]
“It’s not a consultation, but you can just give me a vicious remark.”
Rowoon clung desperately.
“This part of my attitude is wrong. I don’t understand why you are doing this. There won’t be such a frustrating part. Can you point out something like that?”
Maybe I’m doing something stupid. It might be possible to produce better results if you just focus on playing instead of focusing on love feelings.
But my intuition as a performer told me. No, maybe it’s just a human intuition. After looking into Brahms’ life, and after pointing out all the desperate emotions he had, Rowoon felt that if he couldn’t put those feelings into his performance… no matter how good he got, it would be half the price. I thought I wouldn’t be able to get out of it.
‘Of course, some might say that surviving the contest right now is the priority.’
Whatever the situation, Rowoon didn’t want to forget that he was a musician.
If he had to give up the music he was obsessed with because he had to focus on the contest, Rowoon would give up his obstinacy whenever an excuse or reason arises. He will become a decent performer, and it will be natural that the music he wants is always laid on the ground.
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So Rowoon thought it would be better to cling to this meaningless stubbornness at times like this.
And, it was only after understanding Brahms’s mind that he knew whether this would really be meaningful.
[ ······I hated sand. ]
And Chopin spoke up.
[When I first saw her, I wondered how a woman could be so frivolous. I didn’t like the fact that he was dressed as a man, but when I saw him smile when he talked to me, I was even more dumbfounded. That confidence that I could have any man at my fingertips… it was annoying. ]
“I did feel it to some extent. Because I also looked into Mr. Chopin’s memories myself.”
[Don’t bother saying that. It’s not that pleasant to see everything inside. But, yes. To be honest, to be honest… I was annoyed, but that didn’t mean I hated it. ]
Annoyance is proof that you are conscious of the other person.
Rather than not liking or disliking someone, I was able to see that disliking someone was rather a big deal.
[If there’s someone who comes to mind often in some way… even if it’s not love, it might be something close to love. ]
“…”
Chopin may have loved Sande more passionately than anyone else, but he did not praise love.
That’s why his words may have even more weight. Rowoon obediently listened to Chopin’s words. And he remembered the people in his heart.
“Could it be multiple people at the same time, then?”
[It might be more natural to have multiple people. Isn’t it rather ridiculous to have special feelings for someone already when the relationship hasn’t even started? No, no. You were still at an age where there was nothing strange about you. yes, yes… ]
Chopin stopped talking to Rowoon and began to organize his thoughts by muttering to himself what was on his mind.
[But it’s difficult. Girls always approached me first before I did anything. ]
“······ Huh, that’s really envious.”
Rowoon sneered. It’s like a legendary pianist bragging just about being popular with women. I couldn’t help but feel more heartache because I knew that it was a story I brought up to make fun of Rowoon, not to brag about it.
Chopin chuckled when he heard Rowoon’s voice. And, unlike him, he spoke in a rather gentle voice.
[So come closer. first. What I couldn’t do, you might be able to do. ]
“…don’t you have a big heart?”
[I think I’ve said enough. And, in the first place… ]
Chopin asked.
[Are you sure? not big? ]
Rowoon couldn’t answer right away.
To be honest, he had someone on his mind. I just drew a picture once. If he was going to accompany someone later, who would it be better to stand by him?
It would be a lie if there was no one who wanted to take a step closer when I put down all these useless worries about whether it could be done or not, how to handle the aftermath if it doesn’t come true.
“But isn’t it funny how he approaches so suddenly?”
[I think I’ve done enough. Now why don’t you bully other friends. ]
“······all right. Thank you, Chopin.”
Chopin sighed and left. While thinking about when he would become friendly, Rowoon tinkered with the Walkman.
‘Actually, if I can have a direct conversation with Brahms, that’s the best.’
However, Rowoon has yet to score more than 70 points on a Brahms song. Unless the private tutoring function was activated, it was still a long way from having a conversation with Brahms.
What would Brahms say if he saw Rowoon like this now? Do you feel proud of him for going so far to preserve the feeling of his song properly, or should you regard him as an eccentric and hate him?
‘Isn’t it time to worry about this?’
Rowoon picked up the phone. When people talk to Rowoon about women, there are always two that Rowoon mentions as his partner. Heather or Rami. Of course, the person Rowoon actually had the most was Mila, but she has already become a thing of the past.
And Rowoon was already ready to answer the question of who was bigger in him, Heather or Rami.
‘······I don’t need to do anything right now.’
What he needed now was emotion, not a relationship. Although it was a bit ridiculous for himself to argue about love like this out of necessity, rushing in the first place doesn’t mean that relationship will happen, and for now it’s better to be content with just drawing a more certain sketch of his own heart. seemed
Rowoon fumbled with his phone for no reason. I couldn’t figure out what to do with the keyboard floating on the screen. Normally, we texted each other without thinking, but suddenly just thinking that something special could be added between them made everything more difficult in an instant.
Sentences were written and erased over and over again. As the stress grew more and more in his head, Rowoon felt a strange obsession wrap around him. The more difficult it is, the more challenging it is, the more special the other person feels. That vague and young… instinct that seemed like his life would be complete only when he got that partner.
‘Don’t think. Rowoon.’
Originally, I heard that the more you think about this, the more it becomes neither this nor that.
But the problem was that even though Rowoon had heard so much, he was a newbie with very little experience. Even if he knew the answer, he was not skilled enough to act on it. he is.
And in the end, not long after, Rowoon sent a text message.
[what are you doing.]
No reply came back. No, the other person didn’t even read it right away in the first place. I was honestly not surprised. Originally, I wasn’t the type to respond so quickly. However, I couldn’t help but feel annoyed by the time I was waiting for that reply. Should I say it’s more like tension than excitement?
Fortunately, the wait wasn’t long. When about 20 minutes passed, she answered.
[Broken.]
Even after seeing the answer, Rowoon was at a loss for what to say. But it was also strange that he didn’t reply after reading it. In the end, he somehow managed to write an answer,
[You’re going to get bruised, eat chocolate a?]
It was like this.
However, to that sloppy text, she responded like this.
[go]
＜ Two Hearts (4) ＞ End
＜ Two Hearts (5) ＞
“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen someone ask me to come out to eat chocolate.”
Rami said while giggling. Rowoon glanced at Rami. He was a pretty person no matter where you looked at him.
Skin as if the sun had worked hard to burn it. Thin and elongated lips. Clear and clear eyebrows without blurry anywhere. Brown eyes shining under double eyelids, bobbed hair that looks glamorous even though it is neatly cut, and a neckline that looks like it was drawn by a famous artist after much thought.
‘Even the fingers are pretty.’
If thinking that someone is pretty is the first condition for love, Rami may have been loved by Rowoon from the moment they first met. The moment he first saw Rami, the impression Rowoon received was ‘pretty’.
Rowoon bit off the chocolate bar. He said, feeling the taste of peanut butter and chocolate thick enough to choke his throat.
“You came out again.”
“I was craving sweets. i’m dying I practice every day.”
“…Well, that’s what a musician’s life is like.”
“Wouldn’t there come a point where I’ve practiced almost all of the songs someday, so no matter what I play, I won’t have anything to play?”
“Among the masters, it’s good that I don’t have to practice more, I’ve never met anyone who says the same thing.”
“Ah… aren’t you talking too much about the facts?”
Rami grumbled. Rowoon glanced at Rami’s face and asked.
“What are you going to do after you win this time?”
“Geuk, are you talking about winning as a natural premise?”
“Well… I have an older sister, so there’s no way I can’t win.”
“Ugh, I learned how to say the right words before I knew it. Have you grown up?”
“…Anyway, Lee Ju-joo is also an older sister.”
Rowoon shook his head as if it was absurd. It was Rami who pretended to be an older sister like that, but when she went to other places, she calmly introduced herself as being born in 1995.
“Why do you want to call me Ya?”
“Honestly, I don’t really care about that title, it’s just because it’s funny. Do you think my older sister will feel strange when she sees me talking with respect?”
“No, it’s not strange at all, is it? Is it too good?”
“······all right. okay. So what are you going to do, sister?”
“Oh, winning?”
“Yes, winning.”
Perhaps the word winning had touched something in her, and Rami burst into laughter again and giggled for a while. Then, he barely managed to stop laughing and slowly opened his mouth.
“I need to prepare for the contest.”
“Where is the contest?”
“Elizabeth.”
“······ah.”