“huh. Is it Heather?”
“Well, Heather is the only one who can play at random like this and still sound good to hear.”
“That guy is a monster if you just look at him…”
“If you look at it? You seem to have forgotten that he got the most attention when he first came here.”
“Ah, it was. However, considering that such a header has not been able to stand out so far…”
“It is a story that the world is wide. There are many monsters.”
Watching the students in the hallway talking, Rowoon was soaked in a strange thought. there are many monsters Are they really monsters? Or rather, are they really making music, and the rest are not even reaching the proper music?
It was a problem that Rowoon could not decide. He chose sentiment instead of judgment. I fell in love with Heather’s music. And that was when A low voice rang through the earphones in his ears.
[That child… What’s his name? ]
“······Heather.”
Rowoon muttered her name to avoid attracting attention. Brahms continued.
[ okay. Heather… Rowoon. Remember that kid playing. ]
[Performance originally starts from the state of being raw like that. ]
[ As the sheet music tells me, as I tell you, playing only according to the rules is a science, not an art. ]
[ And we are artists, not scientists. ]
[Music. ]
[Before performing a good performance, you must not forget what you want to express… ]
Rowoon didn’t answer. But that didn’t mean I didn’t agree with Brahms. His quivering eyes were fixed on Heather, who was engrossed in playing through the small window of the practice room.
‘Heather, what are you representing?’
When the performance is over, it wouldn’t be too difficult to go into the practice room and ask that question. But instead, Rowoon turned around and went back to his practice room. Heather didn’t want to do that for some reason. His performance was already based on the words of too many people. And there were already enough of Heather’s among them.
Now, slowly, I had to find the answer within him.
Look down at the keyboard. white and black. The body of the black piano and his long fingers.
His world was all placed on this keyboard. Brahms’ life. Brahms love. Clara Schumann. Robert Schumann. coalition. Guilt. Sorry. A selfish heart and a grace that cannot be turned away. Irami. her eyes. her neck. her flesh. her playing. her voice. Crush. east longitude. jealousy.
When I faced such a complicated mind, I suddenly felt scared. Can these many things be melted into a performance? Can you fully convey that to the audience? Can you be a good pianist? Can you reach Rami? Can you express this feeling to Rami? If you express it, will she welcome you? Will you still smile at him, or will you feel awkward? Will the distance increase or decrease?
I feel strange. The more thoughts he had, the more vague and vague his consciousness became, not staying in any thoughts. But that doesn’t mean that consciousness has become clouded. It’s just that the structure of the doctor doesn’t follow verbal form, and right now, he feels like he’s seeing everything more clearly than ever before.
‘······!’
Several voices fill my head. But, ironically, I felt that way. All of those voices are in the form of music. The sound of Brahms is filling his head.
And at that moment, the young pianist quietly realizes.
Ah, music.
I think this is music.
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‘good.’
good night. It was a performance that reminded me of why I came to love music. Rowoon hung on to playing again and again. I didn’t obsess over expressing Brahms’ love, but it clearly contained his love. He was not obsessed with capturing Brahms’ life, but Brahms was alive and breathing in it more than ever.
I think I know now. What was missing in his playing? What is it like to express the colors of composers, including Brahms, while capturing them?
What color is coral pink?
‘The more you know, the more difficult it is. What music is.’
Rowoon smiled. For some reason, at this moment, the difficulty didn’t feel so daunting. I wasn’t even stressed. It must be because I didn’t realize it. Overcoming those difficulties is the way to make music. That’s the way to enjoy music. Just like Brahms did. Just like Chopin, Beethoven, Liszt, Rachmaninoff…
It was when I played a few more times like that. Rowoon suddenly felt a gaze from somewhere and turned his head. And outside the window of the practice room, he felt someone staring at him with a blank expression. brown hair. Skin that seemed a bit light to say brown. brown eyes. Beige blouse. In many ways, one color was a certain woman.
‘······Who was it?’
It was time to think so. After making eye contact with Rowoon for a few seconds, she turned her head away with an embarrassed expression as if she was shocked. And I turned to a place Rowoon couldn’t see for no reason.
It was an attitude that aroused curiosity, but Rowoon did not bother to go out and ask. Well, it must be that his playing is good or something. It was when I was looking at the sheet music again while thinking that. A moment later, as she faded from his consciousness, a knock was heard.
And the door opened.
“excuse me······.”
“Ah oh. what’s the matter?”
“Am I not disturbing you right now?”
“What a hindrance. Ah, that name…”
“Jen. it’s jen From Curtis.”
“Oh sorry. I’m not good at remembering people’s names.”
“No, it’s okay. We’ve never had a conversation before. It’s no wonder you don’t remember.”
That’s what he said, but there was a look of sadness somewhere. Well, even so, we’ve only seen each other’s performances a few times, but not remembering her name simply meant that we weren’t very impressed not only with her but also with her performance.
“So… what’s going on?”
“No, uh, it’s nothing…”
She just wiggled her fingers. And said in a quiet voice.
“It’s just that all the other kids seem to have gotten along with you somehow… but I don’t think I’m still there.”
It was a bit odd. Aren’t you talking about it as if it’s necessary to get close to him?
“I wanted to get to know you. Ever since I first heard you play.”
“……Ah, thank you.”
Rowoon replied shyly. To be honest, he didn’t quite know how to react to something like this. And she didn’t really know how to deal with this atmosphere. There was an awkward silence for a while, and she casually pointed to his sheet music.
“Are you playing Brahms’ Schumann?”
“huh. It’s also a song I played at a competition once before.”
“Wow… that’s why it’s so good.”
She honestly admired it. I didn’t feel like praising on purpose because I wanted to make the atmosphere better. Rowoon replied in an embarrassed voice.
“Thank you for taking good care of me. But at the time, I wasn’t playing very well. It was difficult not only to win, but also to win a prize.”
“Ah, actually… I heard you interview on the air. Until recently, he was suffering from a severe slump.”
“It’s hard to even describe it as a slump. A slump is when you’re doing well, and hunting comes, and I’ve never been good at all.”
“is it······? Rather, I was able to do well as I am now, but I couldn’t show off my skills properly, so in a way, wouldn’t it be considered a slump that came early?”
“Uh… can you say that?”
“Anyway, I thought it was great.”
Jen’s eyes twinkled.
“I’ve seen a lot of friends give up in situations like that, and I was like that too. So, I was just curious. what kind of person you are.”
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“…”
Rowoon didn’t know what to answer for a moment. If it wasn’t for Walkman, maybe he would have given up on the piano like one of those ‘many friends’, should I answer that?
“I don’t know about the others…”
Rowoon opened his mouth.
“Just, I think not giving up was a good choice.”
Someone might say that giving up when you have to give up is a wise decision. Rowoon had no intention of denying that. Could he have come this far without the Walkman? It wouldn’t be impossible, but it would have been close to impossible.
Nevertheless, Rowoon wanted to tell him not to give up if he saw himself in those days. The world of music is so beautiful. Your fingers can play like this after all. I just don’t know how. you just have to know that
If that’s optimism, I’ll just be an optimist. Rowan thought so. And Jen seemed to like it quite a bit. she laughed bashfully.
“stylish. You can say that.”
“······It must be difficult because of the music. recently.”
“Are there days when you don’t have a hard time because of music?”
“Maybe it doesn’t exist.”
“Then… next time, would you like to have a meal together? I think we’ve gotten closer to that extent now.”
“Huh, well, yes, that’s right.”
Rowoon nodded his head neatly. I thought there was no reason to refuse to be close. However, it was only after she nodded her head with a bright expression and left that Rowoon was momentarily seized by a strange thought.
‘······Ah, this isn’t like that, right?
There is no need to rationally interpret pure musical goodwill. I thought so, but I couldn’t help but feel a strangely uncomfortable corner of my heart. When Heather came to visit him not long after, the thought intensified.
“What did you and Jen talk about so hard?”
“Why is that all of a sudden?”
“No, after talking with you, the child’s face suddenly bloomed.”
“We just talked a little about the piano…”
“Hmm…”
Heather narrowed her eyes. Rowoon scratched his head.
“What mistake did I make?”
“……That’s something to be seen. Let’s go watch the broadcast later. Episode 2 will be aired.”
“Episode 2…….”
Rowoon nodded. Due to the change in the format of the broadcast this time, the only ones to be aired in the second episode were the piano and the violin.
In fact, even before that, it was a moment when they said that the four categories were too broad to be included in one episode. In fact, there were a lot of edited performances and conversations, and even though the development might be speedy, it was a bit disappointing to immerse yourself somewhere.
So, this broadcast had a sense of anticipation in many ways. Their conversations seemed to come out more on the air, and there would be more time for the performance to be heard more properly.
and······.