“yes. Wouldn’t you like to dissolve the relationship between Brahms and Schumann again?”
“It’s a very ambiguous expression, but when I listen to him play, somehow I feel like he’s really doing it.”
“Honestly, there is no need to say anything about expressiveness.”
“What a monster.”
Some students shook their heads while talking like that. ‘Something like a monster.’ If they knew what process Rowoon went through to hear that, they probably wouldn’t have bothered to use the term monster. Rowoon was a human who was determined to become a monster and not to become ordinary.
And Rowoon liked that. admired the monster The culprit envied those who had incomprehensible talents. However, there is music that only those who admire them can do. Unlike those who climbed to the top in an instant, there is a scenery that only those who walk steadily step by step can see.
Rowoon plays that scenery today.
Grabbing my numb legs on the mountain ridge, I crouched down for a while, looking at the scenery.
Even if everything in this world doesn’t seem futilely small, the greenness of the leaves that can only be seen from his seat. Another blue of the sky peeping through the blue.
The piano gets closer. Sit in a chair. It is a chair where the body temperature of the person who just played is still light. The piano might be a little tired by now. He may be complaining to you to stop playing. Rowoon caresses the piano carefully. Sorry. But I’ll make it fun. I will play a performance worth more effort.
So please help
the pianist says
“…”
“…”
And, the audience is silent.
It’s not just polite silence. If that was the case, it would have been normal for their breathing to be a little harsher. However, the audience was silent as if they were holding their breath. Even Harry found himself holding his breath for a moment.
‘Yes… It seems that the advice I gave you is being properly followed.’
Harry smiled. No matter how much Harry knows music, he is bound to fall short compared to Rowoon. So Harry didn’t give Rowoon any advice about music from the beginning. But, I just said it. to be the main character Make the world yours. To be someone people can’t help but love, to be a pianist.
In fact, this isn’t advice anyone can follow. Who in the world would not want to be the main character in the first place? Everyone wants to be the main character. However, Harry only reminded Rowoon. Be the main character. you can be A person who can grab people’s attention. like that.
‘It’s more than what I did. That’s enough.’
As soon as Rowoon sits down, people get caught up in him. Just as people become more immersed in a movie when an important scene appears, Rowoon’s presence alone draws people’s attention. It’s because everyone knows. In this contest, Rowoon’s stage is a scene that must be paid attention to. that he is the protagonist. that you are the main character
why? Because you’re good at playing? No, it’s not that kind of problem. There are quite a few people who are not inferior to Rowoon when it comes to playing well. But none of them create the same vibe as Rowoon.
And they point to those who have the power to direct these scenes, and call them ‘stars’.
Yes, Rowoon was a star. In this contest, where most of the students crave recognition, Rowoon was shining more than anyone else.
‘show me. Rowoon.’
Harry clenched his fists.
‘How you shine, tell them.’
to viewers. to the world
Did the heated voice in Harry’s heart reach Rowoon?
But the important thing was not whether or not to reach. It was whether or not Rowoon responded to his wish, the order to shine.
And, when Rowoon started playing…
Harry couldn’t help but show the ecstasy on his face.
The quiet Seoju creeps up over the silence. Even the silence that preceded it was a sound expressed as part of the performance. I feel like I’ve already been enjoying Rowoon’s performance for a long time. And just as much as that feeling, the spirit and soul that immerses themselves deeply in his playing.
‘······ah.’
Heather quietly looked at Rowoon. she knew Now, who is this performance resounding towards? As someone who wrote the same letter just before, I had no choice but to know.
It was a pretty play. This kind of sound is going around inside Rowoon. Thinking that way, she couldn’t help but feel that her friend was unfamiliar in many ways. The only thing he knows is a pun. He’s not funny. However, inside the person, there is a strong wave of music that the criminal cannot bear to face.
Whenever there was blue, Heather swayed. it was good. Brahms’ anguish, humanity, dreams, ambitions, love, all of them were clearly visible. And on top of all that, Rowoon was added. Brahms’ voice, as it is, showed what kind of emotions Rowoon’s soul was dominated by.
That music, that soul, that feeling… so pitiful. It touched my heart so much. I want to hold it in my hand
So, Heather couldn’t help but cry.
Because I know. All these emotions she feels are actually not for her. It is not prepared or played for her. There is a separate owner of all these messages Rowoon conveys.
Heather turned to Rami. Rami was not particularly agitated. It was an atmosphere of quietly appreciating Rowoon’s performance. Did she understand what Rowoon wanted to convey? If you understood, you shouldn’t have been so indifferent to this performance. And if she didn’t understand, she didn’t deserve Rowoon’s performance.
This performance shouldn’t have been for Rami. Should have been ready for Heather. If so, I think she could cry for joy over all those messages. Good job, thank you, maybe I could hold his hand.
Why does he play while looking at Rami instead of Heather?
Why is this performance so beautiful, giving me more regret?
While causing such resentment to Heather, Rowoon slowly…but gradually fell into his music. Even he couldn’t get a sense of which direction the performance was going to go. The more he focused on the sound of Brahms, on his sound, the more Rowoon found music that was so beautiful that he couldn’t believe it was flowing inside him. In that respect, Rowoon was another audience of himself. It was his hands that were playing, and his ears and mind were focused on just appreciating the music. The stage, which was already dark, felt gloomy as if it had been submerged in an abyss, and the only thing his consciousness could trace was the Schumann Variations… its melody.
Irami. Brahms. Robert Schumann. Clara Schumann. jealousy. east longitude. thanks. wanting to get closer. A reality that cannot be approached. fear. for what? I’m afraid I’ll get away afraid of being abandoned afraid of ruining the relationship. I’m afraid to go further and destroy myself.
love. love. love······. is this love When love is put into music, does it sound like this? It’s too heavy for something like that. It’s too dark. Ah, is that what love is originally? good. let me hear let me know more what kind of heart is inside me That’s how it sounds. more······.
Performance was both a question and an answer. At least on this stage it was. Rowoon constantly asked questions and listened to the answers. The audience was no longer immersed in his consciousness. Only questions… Only questions moved him.
And before the question was even finished, the performance reached its end.
already? No, I still have many more questions to ask. I want to know more. While those thoughts echoed, Rowoon slowly opened his eyes. The light from the white keys dazzled his eyes. Rowoon frowned for a moment, thinking that he didn’t know how long he had closed his eyes, and then…
The sound of applause reaching my ears felt exceptionally loud.
＜ Two Hearts (15) ＞ End
＜ Two Hearts (16) ＞
‘······is it.’
Rowoon doesn’t question. just understand Oh, that was a good performance. What I wanted to convey, what I wanted to express, what I wanted to play, in some form or another, reached them.
Being satisfied is natural. Their applause was telling me that Rowoon’s performance was worthwhile. However, as much as Rowoon wanted to perform with value, he also wanted to be faithful in delivering the message.
So, his eyes had no choice but to follow and move only one person out of so many spectators. ramie. Irami. What face is she making? Did you find and listen to his voice? Did you know what he was trying to say?
Rami comes into view. However, before seeing her expression, seeing the thin, hazy smile on her lips and interpreting its meaning, the judges’ voices turned to Rowoon.
[ ······Roun. ]
It was Jayden. Rowoon slowly looked back at Jayden. Jaden was looking at Rowoon without a smile on his face. Just by looking at his expression, I can’t help but think that he didn’t like Rowoon’s performance.
[What do you think of your performance? ]
Normally, it wouldn’t be such a difficult question to answer. But today was different. Today, Rowoon performed for a single audience. That was Rowoon’s honest answer, and it was the real answer. But the moment he said that, it was clear that Rowoon’s situation would be embarrassing, just like Eric’s.
“Maybe I played a little more emotionally than usual.”
[Why is that? ]
“In many ways, I sympathized with Brahms’ feelings and situation. The message I wanted to convey must have been clearer than usual.”
[ Can you tell me what the message was? ]
“······I don’t want to do that. At least for this performance, I hope that people who just listened to it will judge and interpret it for themselves.”
Having said that, it was impossible to keep asking for detailed explanations. Jayden watched Rowoon for a moment, then slowly parted his lips.
[ There are many criteria for sharing music. But there is one standard that I particularly like. Music you want to answer and music you just want to listen to. While listening to Rowoon’s performance today, I kept wanting to answer something. I wanted to respond to your performance. So I thought I’d like to know more about what you were trying to say, but yes. It’s your freedom not to explain, and perhaps the fact that a corner of your heart remains tickled like this could be the end point that completes your performance. ]
[It’s been a long time, but it’s not easy to express all the feelings I’ve received. ]
[I’ve known your rubato skill well since before, but today it seems that the ark was uniquely different. It was a performance that seemed to hold the audience’s heart in their hands, not the beat. ]
[It would be a lie if I said I had no regrets. My calculations were a bit off. It’s good to express your emotions to your heart’s content, but I want to give the audience a little more time to follow them. ]
[But even considering that, it was a good performance. ]
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[ great job. Rowoon. ]
It was a long review. It’s definitely not going to be included in the broadcast.
It must mean that Jaden wanted to say a lot to Rowoon, apart from the broadcast. Well, he had already said it. He said it was a performance that wanted to give an answer rather than just listen.
“thank you.”
But that was all Rowoon could give back. What I had to say was after I had already finished the performance. And above all, his consciousness was all focused on Irami’s reaction. her thoughts, her heart, her mood.
So, to be honest, what the judges said wasn’t that important to Rowoon right now. No, rather than saying it wasn’t important, it would be more accurate to say that it didn’t give him much inspiration.
‘that’s interesting.’
Until recently, it was Rowoon who was happy with every word they said. In this place, where he came only thinking of music, his nerves are focused elsewhere.
‘Are you saying you can’t live only as a musician?’
Beto Benzoza did not devote his whole life to music. No, in order to dedicate everything to music in the first place, they may have no choice but to love and treasure things other than music more.
Nonetheless, Jeff’s words had to leave a deep impression on Rowoon.
[I learned how to use music. ]
The corners of Jeff’s mouth were pulled tight. The young pianist, who is new to the music world, seems at a loss for joy.
[I learned to regard it as part of you, not everything. ]
There is such a thing. music is everything to me
In other words, the music is bigger than the person himself. But can you handle something bigger than yourself? You cannot carry a burden greater than yourself. I will collapse under the weight of that burden.
Therefore, in order to truly conquer music, the life of a musician must not be conquered by music. You have to conquer the music. It has to be bigger than the music. You have to learn to regard music as part of it.
In the past, it would have been impossible to understand. However, when Rowoon heard Jeff’s words, his eyebrows trembled as if he realized something very unexpected. And Jeff laughed again while watching Rowoon like that. It was just a random remark, but it seemed that he felt something from it… It was something he always felt, but this young friend was worth expecting.
As such, Rowoon’s performance elicited more than just praise from the judges. At first glance, ‘Wasn’t it that good?’ It could be done, but in fact, it was even more meaningful because of that. It was because they were saying that they were recognizing Rowoon as a full-fledged musician.
Jen muttered.
“It is different. surely.”
“…”
And next to Zen, Emile didn’t say anything with his arms crossed. It’s not because I didn’t agree with Jen’s words. It was embarrassing, but it was because he felt it too. That when they’re fighting the music, when they’re engrossed in push-and-pull, he’s already passed that stage.
‘skill? Talent? How should I express it?’
There was something about it that couldn’t be expressed in words. In a way, it could be described as an attitude toward music. But that wasn’t an attitude you could have with just a change in mindset. ‘I will not regard music as my everything.’ In fact, quite a lot of people have that mind itself. Exactly, everyone who is not a musician would have that attitude. Nevertheless, they are different from Rowoon.
why?
Emil doesn’t know the answer.
Emil knows the answer.