It would be difficult to express that I felt comfortable. The mind was always uncomfortable. But Beethoven accepted that discomfort. I accepted the more difficult composition.
Giulietta’s letters, which are often handed down, seemed to comfort Beethoven, but made him restless. Each time he read her letters, Beethoven couldn’t help but reflect on what he had to lose.
And when he drew notes on the music sheet, the moonlight always became his friend.
It’s not a song I wrote while thinking about the moonlight. However, the moonlight expressed the emotion of this song better than anything else.
So, when he drew the last note on the moonlit paper, when Beethoven’s beast-like cry mixed with sadness broke out after that, and when he returned to reality from Beethoven’s world, Rowoon was in my eyes. I realized that the stream of tears was flowing thickly.
‘······Mr. Beethoven.’
Beethoven said.
─ Moonlight can reveal its light only when it is played in my hands.
Rowoon seemed to understand why Beethoven said that.
It’s not just his confidence in his skills and talents. Rather, when playing this song, Beethoven was in a state of self-esteem more than anyone else. Beethoven playing the moonlight, Beethoven losing his voice, is bound to be inferior to Beethoven before him. At least that’s what Beethoven thought.
But that’s why, in such melancholy, I somehow found the beauty of the moonlight. I was abandoned by music and in a situation where I was frustrated enough, instead of sitting down, I was determined to move forward somehow.
Because it is such Beethoven, this moonlight is special.
“I can’t play this piece either.”
As Beethoven wanted,
As Beethoven wished,
Because he plays the real moonlight, Rowoon cannot fully understand Beethoven’s life contained in the moonlight. I can’t accept all of them, and I can’t express all of them.
However, that impossibility did not discourage Rowoon. Beethoven found his own sound in the face of an even greater impossibility. I wrote Moonlight, and I wrote a song that will be remembered forever.
As a junior who looked into such Beethoven’s life, as a disciple, Rowoon could not sit down. Like Beethoven, who received a gift from God and faced a life full of suffering, Rowoon had to pay the price for seeing the essence of the saints of this music through the Walkman.
sat in front of the piano Just in time, the moonlight came through the window of the practice room. The moonlight that would have come down to Beethoven the same way, but it will never be the same.
Rowoon practiced. No, it’s not right to describe this as practice. It would be more correct to raise a prayer and express it. To Beethoven, to moonlight, to music.
I hope he can represent their voice well.
May the moonlight spread brightly on his stage.
Like a monk, Rowoon constantly prayed. Like Beethoven, the moonlight did not return any answer to him. Beethoven’s desire to hear in two weeks the answer he had been wanting to obtain for several months was, in the first place, overzealous.
However, that prayer was not without meaning. While Rowoon was in the practice room, passersby stopped and looked into his practice room. And I thought.
Somehow, it seems that moonlight is staying by his side.
＜ Moonlight (5) ＞ End
＜ Moonlight (6) ＞
“I think I already have a feeling.”
“I know. It’s only been one day since we started practicing.”
“What about a day or two? Ron has pretty good superpowers. Well, Moonlight must already have experience.”
“Anyway, practice right on the day. Aren’t you tired?”
“······Your expression is on the verge of death?”
Everyone who passed Rowoon’s practice room muttered a word. Well, it was possible to practice right after the contest was over. The people who came here right away were also here for practice.
However, despite the fact that he showed off his skills to reach first place in the contest, what was he lacking that led him to come to the practice room again like this? When they asked such questions, they could not find an answer. Not only had I never won first place, but I wasn’t even in Rowoon’s situation.
“That guy’s Schumann Variations isn’t normal.”
“therefore. With that much exaggeration, I think it would be good to call it the Schumann Variations of my life.”
“It feels like the same three weeks go by differently.”
I wasn’t even jealous. Rowoon was already not an opponent they could compete with. I was able to see it after entering the realm of incomprehensibility.
“Irami and Rowoon… why do monsters like that only gather at the California Conservatory?”
“It’s famous for picking only individualists. So, isn’t the probability of selecting really special kids sometimes better than other schools? This time, I was especially lucky.”
What would Rowoon think if he knew that others were thinking of him almost on the same level as Irami?
But it was not unreasonable for them to have such thoughts. Even though they said that Eric took the ‘Player of the Day’ in this contest, they all knew very well that that did not mean that Eric performed better than Rowoon. The reason Eric was able to win the award beating Rowoon was entirely because of the situation he was in, not just because of his performance.
Rowoon is already out of the student realm. professional pianist. soloist. The qualities of a star player, no, the aspects were already showing in him. When everyone clung to practice to get evaluated, he practiced for expression.
Even when he was practicing right now, Rowoon wasn’t particularly nervous about the contest two weeks later. He didn’t always feel nervous. From their perspective, Rowoon always seemed to be convinced that there was music within him that could shock the world.
how? Is it an innate difference? But they knew what Rowoon’s high school days were like. Rowoon said with his own mouth. He had no talent, no future. Nonetheless, he was shining with more brilliant potential than anyone else. What could have changed him? Will there ever be a day for them to come?
“Admit it.”
Eric took it lightly.
“You are definitely doing well these days.”
“Have you been doing well lately?”
“Don’t stretch out too much. Because I don’t know when or how this will go down. What I acknowledge is the you of the past, not the you of the future. Because I haven’t seen it yet.”
“Ah, yes, thank you.”
Rowoon replied shyly. Eric let out a slow breath and buried his back in the sofa.
“Oh, I honestly don’t know why I still won the Player of the Day award.”
“So you don’t like it?”
“No, good.”
Eric grinned.
“Anyway, that doesn’t mean I was the main character.”
“Ha, Harry told me to try to be the main character because everything else is done. lost.”
“What do you do with the main character? He is the protagonist of the tragedy.”
“Hmm…”
Rowoon quietly chewed on Eric’s words. To be honest, it was because I had the thought that he might one day become the main character of that tragedy. Unlike Eric, Rowoon didn’t have the confidence to win Rami’s heart.
‘I can understand why Eric has dragged on until now.’
I can’t imagine Rami and him holding hands or walking side by side. Irami was a perfect person, and Lee Rowun was a person with many flaws compared to her. At least from Rowoon’s point of view, that was the case.
But I also wondered if I had to confess and win her heart. Rowoon wasn’t too bad as it is now. Isn’t that itself a blessing to have someone who can make your heart flutter while thinking about it?
“So, what are you going to do now?”
So, Rowoon secretly opened up Eric’s heart. The feelings he feels now are the feelings he will feel someday. I thought there would be nothing wrong with knowing in advance. And Eric innocently bit Rowoon’s bait.
“I need to clear my mind.”
“Is it okay if I say I’m trying to organize it?”
“It didn’t work, so I suffered for over two years. But I have no intention of doing this for a few more years. I’m so sorry for my life It’s a waste, young man.”
That was right. However, it was also a bit stinging to hear from a position that has the mind to waste that youth to some extent in the future. Rowoon became less talkative. Eric asked, glancing at Rowoon.
“Who are you?”
“uh? no? Why all of a sudden?”
“No, I think the atmosphere has changed a bit lately. There are things that make me feel better than usual.”
“You’re doing well these days. Maybe that’s why?”
“Hmm, well, if that’s the case. But is it a bit suspicious?”
“I got the wrong address. Go find the thief elsewhere.”
Rowoon brazenly took it off. There was nothing good about Eric finding out that Rami had feelings for her. Oh sure, I was curious. What would Eric think if he knew that? will it make you uncomfortable? Or would he laugh and rejoice that he had another man in the same situation as himself?
For Rowoon, the fact that he was contemplating such a problem in itself was very strange. Mila was the only person he had really liked lately, and even then, for various reasons, he couldn’t be honest about his feelings. In Kate’s case, she couldn’t give her heart properly until the end.
‘I guess it’s about time for dating.’
It’s already been over a year since I’ve been single. It was a time when I needed someone. Even so, I didn’t want to give my heart to the person next to me like Kate.
So Rowoon was at a loss as to what to do with his relationship with Heather. So I didn’t even bother to talk about it with Heather.
But Heather was different. When Rowoon was alone, Heather would sneak up on him and talk to him.
“hey.”
“······huh?”
“You seem to be avoiding me all the time?”
“I’m not avoiding it.”
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“Either avoiding it or something else is right. What’s the right one?”
“……Isn’t it awkward? Isn’t that normal?”
“Don’t overact.”
Heather had the attitude that I was the best.
“Just because I like you doesn’t mean you have a choice. It’s my right to continue to like you or not to bother you. So take care of yourself.”
“…you’re really not normal.”
“If an artist has a normal mentality, isn’t that rather a flaw? I hate being called ordinary.”
“Oh, I hate that too.”
“So, when are you planning to meet Rami?”
“I didn’t plan on doing that. And don’t let it be the default to keep getting ripped off?”
“No, this isn’t particularly twisted, honestly, is it? I can’t even imagine the picture of you walking with Rami unnie?”
“That’s… admittedly. But then can you imagine a picture of you and me walking side by side?”
“Oh, won’t you make me sick of that kind of imagination?”
“Are you the one who said you liked me?”
Rowoon looked at Heather with a puzzled expression. There will be no one other than an elementary school student who treats the person he likes so badly. Heather smirked and slipped her butt into the seat next to Rowoon.