Rowoon nodded. Queen Elizabeth Competition. It was one of the most prestigious competitions a violinist could enter. In many ways, it could be seen as a competition that Irami could ‘target’.
“Then you can go to England.”
“Even if we go, it will happen after a while.”
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“I’m sure he’ll be wandering here and there again after he goes to England.”
“It will depend on the results of the contest, but…? But why?”
“No, well, just.”
Rowoon scratched his head.
“I thought everyone would fall apart.”
“You can contact me. You didn’t mean to stop contacting me after you graduated from school, did you?”
“… uh, wasn’t it?”
“Wow, that is really sad. it’s okay. Eat it quickly and go.”
“I have nowhere to go. Unfortunately.”
Rowoon replied with a shy smile. Rami sighed.
“So why did you call me? You really want some chocolate?”
“…isn’t eating chocolate enough? Should I order some pizza?”
“You are really dumb.”
Rami let out a laugh. And looking at Rami like that, Rowoon thought about that for a while. If there were other matters besides chocolate, would Rami be ready to respond to them no matter what?
‘Don’t rush, Rowoon.’
Rowoon soothed himself. Now was not the time to move forward, but the time to see where he stood above. That’s why Rowoon answered with a calmer voice and shamelessly.
“I’m speechless, I am.”
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[What do you think has changed? ]
“Um, well… I don’t think it’s changed that drastically.”
To Liszt’s question, Rowoon answered with a slightly ambiguous answer. Not only is it not possible to give a definite answer to the question of whether he likes Rami, but the mental change Rowoon has now is, at most, to the question “Is anyone interested?” “Um, Irami?” It was only at the level at which I was able to answer.
Of course, someone might answer that the change is also meaningful. Because that alone had already changed the direction of his thoughts. However, it could not be helped that the change in direction was still insufficient to capture Brahms’ sensibility.
[Brahms That friend lived a pretty difficult life. Because I had to live with a love that no one could see, for a long time enough to make me feel sick of it. And that love doesn’t just contain helplessness. There is also a sense of guilt. A person who can fully understand his love will be rare, regardless of his age. ]
“Are you saying you’ve been gambling with no odds from the start?”
[ well. Whether there is a chance of winning or not… remains to be seen. Now, close your eyes and think. ]
Rowoon followed Liszt’s words and closed his eyes. And to Rowoon, Liszt slowly began to draw a picture.
[Think of that woman. What do you think? ]
“You are pretty. cool.”
[ good. Very good from the start. Alright, then come over and hold my hand. ]
“…a hand?”
[Don’t talk nonsense, hold your hand first! ]
At this point, I wondered if there was any meaning in following Liszt’s words. But there was no way a person of that level would be so eager to say meaningless words. Rowoon obediently approached the imaginary Rami and held her hand.
[ How do you feel? ]
“I feel very embarrassed.”
[No, not like that. If you hold hands like that, do you think it would be good or not? ]
“Of course I don’t hate it. who doesn’t like Holding hands with someone you care about.”
[Then, imagine that a man other than you is holding that friend’s hand. ]
The situation took a sudden turn. Rowoon continued to work on that imagination even in a shaky mood. Rami now held another man’s hand. Liszt asked in a sullen voice.
[Now, what about now? Do you have a fever? ]
“It’s a very strange feeling.”
[That sense of loss is love. It’s a dream, it’s life. ]
“I don’t know if I can describe it as a sense of loss. Well, I know what you’re talking about.”
Should I say I’m sorry, or should I say I’m sorry. It was true that I felt a little bit lacking. List added to Rowoon.
[Brahms has lived with a sense of loss many times greater than that throughout his life. A deficiency that can never be filled. Can you put that into your music? ]
“I wouldn’t be able to fully contain it.”
[ yes. It’s not a matter of skill, it’s a matter of life. Your life cannot capture the weight of Brahms. Brahms would be rather unhappy if it was a weight that anyone could contain. ]
“… that’s right.”
[Don’t rush. ]
Although he couldn’t see Liszt’s face, Rowoon got the impression that he was smiling for a moment. It was such a warm and friendly voice that I couldn’t help but think so.
[You’re already moving forward fast enough. By the time that life comes to an end, you may have walked a longer and greater road than any of us have ever walked. So there’s nothing to fret about. Just do the best you can at that time. And then… ]
“······is it so. That’s right. Thank you always. Mr. List. I am grateful.”
[Of course I should be grateful. The kindness I’ve shown you will be difficult to repay even if I gave up all of America’s land. ]
“Oh, that’s a bit excessive.”
Liszt chuckled and disappeared.
Rowoon remembered Liszt’s words. He cannot fully capture Brahms. It wasn’t a matter of whether he was lacking or not, it was just a matter of course. He is not Brahms, and he does not have a love that is as sorrowful and pitiful as Brahms. So it goes without saying that he has something to say about it.
‘I am a teller. The story of Brahms.’
You can imitate Brahms’ voice and mind, but you cannot be exactly the same. Rowoon accepted it meekly. And instead of being the same player as him, he decided to focus on expressing his own performance clearly.
‘What would Rami noona think if she found out I was doing this?’
When I asked such a question, I laughed for no reason. You would want to be a completely stupid person. How can you use yourself as a material for your performance?
Rowoon practiced repeatedly. He expressed the unavoidable youngness or youth that was buried in his voice. And on top of that young sensibility, he played the sorrow and anguish that Brahms should have gone through.
It is unknown to what extent Rami’s existence gave Rowoon deep feelings. However, if you ask how much Brahms has become more understandable through her, it was true as it is.
And so, Rowoon’s playing had no choice but to become more and more Brahms-like, more and more Rowan-like, and more and more perfect.
It was towards the end of the first week. As the airing date of episode 2 approached just around the corner, more and more people snooped in front of Rowoon’s practice room. It was an inevitable performance. His growth was fast and his playing was beautiful to the extent that it was incomparable to anything he had done before.
So, it was only natural that Walkman gave that performance a good score.
[ You played Schumann Variations by Johannes Brahms. ]
[ The average playing score is 70 points. ]
[ congratulations. By fulfilling the conditions, Brahms’ ‘Personal Tutoring’ function has been unlocked. ]
[ The composer asks to speak with you. Tune in and join his channel! ]
When he heard those notifications, Rowoon had a dazed look on his face for a while. I finally broke through the private tutoring of a person I thought would be so hard to reach in a week. What would Brahms say to Rowoon? Will you encourage me or…
Rowoon adjusted the frequency amidst such pounding. I heard a notification that I had access to Brahms’s frequency, and…
[ ······What the hell are you doing? ]
I heard Brahms’ very trembling voice.
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If you ask me if I haven’t had any conversations with Brahms, I didn’t.
First of all, through his correction notes, Brahms told me without hesitation what parts of Rowoon’s performance he liked or didn’t like. Even in the words he left after each performance, Brahms left something like this.
[ Cultivate the strength of your fingers. However, there is no need to use all of that power. ]
[I’m over-emotional. You have to be able to distinguish between emotional performance and emotional performance. It is the most basic virtue of a performer. ]
But having a musical conversation and actually having a conversation were completely different stories. No matter how great a musician is, there are bound to be more things outside of music that make up that person. Just as Sand is indispensable when discussing Chopin’s life, it is impossible to say that we understood Brahms only with Brahms’ music.
And that’s why this time now had no choice but to be more valuable.
“I always wanted to say hello.”
[For things like that, I think the order of my songs has been pushed back quite a bit. ]
“Can’t you say that I wanted to meet you when I could hit even a little better?”
[You speak well. okay. do it like that I’m not the kind of person who would argue with you about something like this. ]
“It doesn’t fall. You are the representative of contemporary music.”
Rowoon was naturally flattered. But it was flattery, not at all embarrassing. It’s not that he doesn’t say anything, it’s because Rowoon wants to buy Brahms’ heart because he likes Brahms.
[ By the way, I never imagined that this Walkman would be used in this way. ]
“Which part?”
[You started dating out of the blue to understand me. ]
Brahms sighed.
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[ Hey, are you a normal person? ]
“······As you say so, it seems to me that I am not spiritually normal. Still, I don’t do anything weird.”
[ well. I think I’ve done enough weird things already. But, well, it’s okay. Weird is never wrong. Rather, for a pianist, sin is commonplace. I like you just fine for not wanting to be like everyone else. For now, I’m looking forward to it. ]
‘for now.’ Brahms said so. It was an attitude that made no attempt to hide the fact that my favor was conditional. However, Rowoon was rather pleased with Brahms’ attitude. Unconditional favor is rather unbelievable in its true intentions. ‘Because you work hard, it seems worth it, so I’ll try it once.’ This attitude is ‘I’ll push you no matter what you do.’ It was better to hear than to say the same thing.
“But then how are you? Do you think it was worth the military in such an erratic way?”
[You’re a hot-tempered friend. ]
Brahms clicked his tongue, but it didn’t sound too bad. It was as if there was something wrong with pianists not developing.
[But I asked how the fruit was, so you haven’t harvested the fruit yet? ]