To be precise, it was the music of Beethoven, Liszt, and Bach. Rowoon judged. He said that his small and young music could not stand up to Chopin’s music. If defeat was a natural battle, he had to call in reinforcements. And fortunately, Rowoon had quite a few reinforcements stronger than anyone else.
So Rowoon’s performance of tug-of-war with Chopin could be a bit changeable, but it didn’t look bad. No, rather, Heather had to bite her lip as she felt goosebumps run down her arm for some reason.
It is also understandable It feels instinctive. Rowoon is not drunk with himself, he is drunk with Chopin. What he wants to express is not himself, but Chopin.
I don’t know if that’s right or wrong. I don’t even want to ask about that now. But Rowoon’s love for Chopin, longing for it, made Heather clenched her fists. No, it wasn’t just Heather. Those who understood Rowoon’s performance, albeit subconsciously, felt it instinctively. At the end of the direction Rowoon’s performance points to, lies the utopia that those pianists must pursue.
The puppy waltz, as always, was over in an instant. And, like when Heather finished playing, the sound of applause returned. But compared to Heather’s time, the applause was not as loud. Those who truly understood Rowoon’s performance were lost in thought instead of clapping. Yes, like Heather, like Gregor, and like Jungwoo in that corner.
Rowoon got up from his seat. Even though it was a short performance, sweat was on his forehead. But no one thought of him as strange. Even those who didn’t play felt like they were about to sweat.
Rowoon didn’t look at anyone. He didn’t play for them. He played for himself. And maybe, for Chopin.
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I was proud. It felt real that he was moving forward. It was the moment he got up from his chair laughing like a child. Heather has arrived. and whispered
“Roun. Look at me for a second.”
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“…”
“…”
“······So what do you want to talk about?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then don’t you have anything you want to say?”
“No, that’s not it… I don’t know what to say.”
“Oh, then let me ask you one thing first.”
Heather, who was deep in thought with a frown on her face, raised her head slightly at Rowoon’s question and looked at him. Rowoon asked.
“korean?”
“······what?”
“You look like a Korean, but I can’t see you using Korean. that’s right?”
“Ah… that’s right. But I can’t speak Korean.”
“Ah, okay.”
It was a little surprising. Like the makeup method and the style of dressing, there was something Korean about it, even though it was completely 2 years old. Heather continued to think. Rowoon gave her time. In any case, his playing seemed to inspire her quite a bit, and Rowoon was grateful that Heather looked at his playing as well as he did.
So I waited
“Shall we become friends?”
At the end of the wait, Heather’s words were a little out of the blue. Seeing Rowoon’s face and realizing the nuance of what I said, Heather hurriedly waved her hand.
“Ah, don’t get me wrong. because that doesn’t mean Let’s get close, as friends.”
When he says the ‘as friends’ part, Heather raises her finger to make a quotation mark. And he sighed.
“hahahaha, I don’t know, but I can tell you that your performance was quite impressive. There’s something missing in my playing. I don’t know what it is, but if I’m next to you, I think I’ll know a little bit. So let’s be friends. no?”
“I don’t hate being close, but I kind of hate this conversation. Isn’t this conversation so strange?”
“I’m sorry, but I’m not that sane b*tch. no luck I understand.”
“Well, I don’t think I’ll lose to anything strange.”
What could be stranger than a music student who claims to hear the voices of Beethoven and Chopin in the first place? Well, I started playing in front of students I wasn’t even close with out of the blue, and if you watch it, you might say I’m weirder.
“Didn’t you say you were going to the LA Piano Competition?”
“Why is that all of a sudden?”
“I want to go too.”
“you?”
“why. no?”
“No, it’s not that it can’t be done… is there a need for that?”
If she has already been runner-up at the Chopin Competition Junior, the LA Piano Competition will not be a big plus for her even if she dares to win. But Heather shrugged.
“You know, my specialty is Chopin. But today I felt it. Maybe, as Professor Taylor said, I might not have expressed Chopin even though I was playing Chopin…”
“So you want to find your own Chopin while interrupting me?”
“why. Isn’t it fun?”
“······her.”
Rowoon let out a laugh. She was a truly spontaneous woman. Perhaps when she has something she wants to do, she won’t even come up with reasons to stop her. If the heart goes, do it. If you want to do it, do it. To be honest, I didn’t hate the attitude that planning and execution were not separated at all.
“okay. either way But will you be okay? Your senior title, will it fade a bit if you lose to me?”
“Wow, who said I would lose? Whoever he is, he is a very stupid friend.”
“I might be stupid. But everything he said was usually true.”
“Then tell me. I think you might be wrong this time. I caught fire very well this time too.”
For a while, the two of them seemed to be rivals in a youth movie, and they stood up for nothing, then laughed. Rowoon lowered his voice. It was a pretty serious voice, as if he was joking around.
“If you are going to prepare, you better do it right. Because I don’t have much time.”
“It’s not just one or two songs I’ve accumulated throughout my life. You can just take it out and trim it.”
“Well, then I have nothing to say.”
“Let’s ask one.”
“what?”
“Your performance, what did you want to express? Are you Chopin? Seeing that as such, something in the middle was a bit strange.”
Rowoon said that the performance was strange, but Heather felt more strange. Is the conflict that has been going on inside him so blatantly in his playing, or is Heather just that intuitive?
Rowoon replied. As always, no lies.
“Chopin vs Beethoven, Liszt, and Bach.”
“······what?”
“What I expressed, that’s it.”
“What bullsh*t?”
Rowoon giggled as Heather looked at him with a blank expression. And soon I thought I hope that one day he will be enough to confront Chopin. I hope that such a day will come
Even for him, Rowoon couldn’t loosen the whip on himself. He found the practice room again and grabbed the piano. He received and organized the correction notes he had already received several times, and did his best to transfer the Liszt and Beethoven performances he felt to his fingers.
‘I’m not worried about passing the preliminary round.’
The problem is then, the finals. In the finals, Rowoon was allowed to select one additional song at his discretion, in addition to the two songs by Beethoven and Liszt.
And Rowoon wanted the song to be Chopin’s.
‘To do that, I’ll have to get bigger.’
The pillars need to be erected more firmly. So that Chopin’s huge feet do not shake even when they rise, so that they do not collapse.
That day, Rowoon asked Beethoven through a private tutoring function. no, he said As promised, or as promised.
“Wait. No matter what the world says… I have to somehow get to where you are.”
And Beethoven asked.
[ ······Are you talking about graves? ]
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＜ Weird Freshman (4) ＞ End
＜ Why are you still unknown? (1) ＞
Rowoon: Where is my problem?
Beethoven: The question is wrong. I should have asked somewhere that wasn’t a problem.
Rowoon: Okay. I’ll ask again. Where is my problem?
Beethoven: The one with ten fingers.
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‘······Beethoven, this man is constantly angry.’
When the private tutoring function was unlocked, Rowoon personally had high expectations. This is because he believed that if he got stuck or had any questions in the future, he would be able to resolve them by seeking their opinions right away.
You could, of course, ask your professor if you could do the same thing. However, the professors had a feeling that it was difficult to ask such vague questions. Questions that are too bottomless and endless will not be easy to answer from their point of view.
But even if you’re like Beethoven, “How can I become the best pianist in the world?” Rowoon’s idea was that he would somehow return a good answer to the same question. Of course, that hope was soon to be shattered. Whether or not Beethoven had such ability was the second question. He had no intention of feeding everything to Rowoon in the first place.
If the opponents were gentlemen like Bach or Haydn, they might have answered more sincerely than Beethoven.
So these days, Rowoon has been spending more time on Mazepa on the list. In terms of sociability, he was one of the top pianists of all time, so he would wholeheartedly give advice to juniors who were looking for help.
Just looking at his correction notes right now, it was like that.
[Yes, this part is like that. right! Thank you for following my fingering properly. These days, my friends think it’s cool to ignore the original singer’s instructions at will? ]
[Well, yes. In this part, the movement of the index finger has no choice but to be firm. So you have to pay more attention to the movements of your wrists. You got my performance log, so you understand what I’m talking about? ]
[You’re doing well. It’s better than the last play. Don’t forget to express yourself. We must revive the fear of the horse-bound Mazepa. ]
Bach and Hanon were also quite amiable compared to people like Chopin and Beethoven, but Liszt was not as amiable as you can see. It was almost as if no one he had met in his entire life had treated him more cordially than Liszt.
As such, Rowoon’s feelings could not help but become more strange. He remembered Liszt’s attitude toward Countess Marie d’Agu. Of course, her aristocratic, or to put it a little intuitively, ostentatious attitude of life made Liszt weary, but even so, Liszt’s attitude of having an affair with her was difficult to defend in many ways. At least, it wasn’t a past suitable for a man with such characterful speech.
Rather, considering that Beethoven or Chopin showed very pure love, humans were very complex creatures. Rowoon thought that way again and played the piano. But the performance didn’t last very long.
“Try that part again.”
It was because Han had stopped playing Rowoon.
He made Rowoon play the part over and over again, and then he played it instead with his back bent at an angle. The horse to which Mazepa was hanging rode, using Han’s fingers as legs.
irregular rhythm. However, the irregularity contained the laws of Mother Nature and the physiology of all horses. For a very short time, it was to the extent that he performed a performance of about two bars, but Rowoon was overwhelmed by just those two bars.
‘As expected, Professor Han…’
It wasn’t even that I was properly positioned and played. However, Rowoon couldn’t help but shudder at the tone of his voice at that moment. It is not simply a matter of rhythm and dynamics. Even if a good pianist makes the same sound, there is a way to put more into it, and Han’s sound was like that.