Hanon was a staunch Catholic.
＜ Do you go to church? (1) ＞ end
＜ Do you go to church? (2) ＞
Rowoon was an atheist. No, the expression atheist may not be appropriate. It’s not that Rowoon believes there is no God, it’s because he’s more like not interested in God. In that respect, he was more definitely a non-religious person than an atheist.
As such, for him, to go to the cathedral was honestly a pretty flimsy request. He wasn’t used to that kind of religious air, and he didn’t know how much of a relationship there was between practicing the piano and going to church.
‘But I have no choice.’
To be honest, I wasn’t sure how much significance unlocking Hanong’s ‘Journal’ was. Hanon was a musician with a huge presence in the world of pianists, but even so, his songs were ultimately scale (scale) exercises.
No matter what Hanong’s journal tells him about Hanong or his songs, Rowoon honestly didn’t expect it to be of much help to him.
Nevertheless, Rowoon was in the cathedral now.
The reason was simple. Even if Hanong’s journals were of little help, through them he would know what a ‘journal’ was, and what he could plan and devise through it.
And above all, holding Mass in the cathedral itself was an ambiguous task that could even be called an investment. It’s over when you sit on the edge of the funeral chair among the crowd of people.
Here, Be exalted in the place I stand
The land I stand is the Lord’s land
‘The song is better than I thought… is it okay?’
At first, he was a little surprised, but Rowoon, who gave the choir a glance, soon understood why. A familiar face was sandwiched between the choir members.
Mila Swan.
Opera Department Ace at Hidden Valley High School. And Chris’s ex-girlfriend.
It was understandable that Chris fell in love with her song and pursued her for months. Compared to the other choir members, she didn’t necessarily draw more vocal volume, but when her clear vocalization resonated, everyone else’s voice lost its presence.
‘If all the hymns felt like this, it must have been quite fun to come to the cathedral often.’
Of course, that thought only continued until the end of the hymn. During the priest’s sermon and prayer time, Rowoon’s mind was filled with resentment toward Hanong, ‘why did he give such homework?’
“Don’t think you’re lost. Where you are standing now is the path you will eventually have to walk.”
The priest’s final comment signaled the end of the mass, and Rowoon, feeling exhausted, reached for the Walkman in his pocket. Unwrap the coiled earphones, insert them into your ears, press the play button…
[ You have completed Hanong’s homework! ]
[All conditions are met, and the 52nd journal for Hanong’s Scale is unlocked! ]
[ To play the journal, please move to a quiet place where you will not be disturbed! ]
‘·······.’
got it journal.
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As soon as he got the journal, it was only natural that Rowoon tried to get out of the cathedral. However, Rowoon’s attempt to sneak away from the cathedral was soon to be frustrated. During the mass, it was because of Mila, the ace of the opera club who caught Rowoon’s attention for a moment.
“Hey, Ron. What are you doing in our church?”
“Can’t you come?”
“No, it’s not like that.”
Mila grinned and shrugged. Wrinkling the bridge of her freckled nose, she looked straight at Rowoon.
“You are curious. Do you suddenly have the will to find God?”
“No, not that. I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in God. It’s not something to talk about in the cathedral.”
“Uh, no.”
“But I haven’t heard of you going here either.”
“You couldn’t hear it. I just started going.”
“······suddenly?”
“Because I have a wish. He said he needed someone to hear his prayers.”
In the part where she describes God as a ‘person’ who will listen to prayers, I could fully understand how snobbish her belief in blessings is. Rowoon scratched his head with a nervous expression.
“Make your wish come true. Then I’m a bit busy.”
“ouch. what. Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to poop?”
“Huh, of course. i always drink Didn’t you know?”
Rowoon was at a loss as he wanted to replay Hanong’s journal right away. If it was more urgent than poop, it was urgent, but not less urgent. Maybe it was because she felt that way, Mila let out a deep sigh and shook her head.
“Put your sh*t slowly, and if you happen to meet like this, do one favor of mine. I still have one favor to ask of you.”
“ask?”
“Don’t you want to play accompaniment? Our church is empty right now at the piano.”
“…isn’t it too sudden?”
“Fay will do it. I shoot the rice that comes out of the cathedral. how is it?”
Mila waved two fingers. Rowoon replied with a puzzled expression.
“Wasn’t lunch here $1?”
“Oh, I don’t know. So really no?”
“I don’t think Chris would really like hanging out with you.”
“Oh, f*ck! Why is that bastard’s name mentioned here?”
“Is he your ex, is he my best friend?”
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Rowoon replied without thinking and soon regretted it. If a face could kill a person, Rowoon would have just died. Mila had a really frightening expression on her face.
“······Are you being beaten by Chris? uh? Are you a coward? is he your boss? Why do I have to pay attention to him even playing the accompaniment?”
“Actually, I’m not looking at Chris, I’m just annoying. I’m busy. I don’t have time to hang out with you in the church accompaniment. I wasn’t even ready for that.”
“Why are you playing with that?”
“…”
That was the moment. Mila’s expression turned serious in an instant. Rowoon, who was trying to answer something roughly, had such a playful expression that he kept his mouth shut.
“You mean music with non-majors in church is meaningless? So, when can we really play? 5 years later? 10 years later? Or is it only possible after getting a Ph.D.?”
“It’s not that kind of story…”
“I like my songs that are still lacking. I’m not at all ashamed to show it off. So, don’t put it in terms of never playing again.”
“······Yes, that was my fault. I will apologize.”
“Apology is good because it is quick.”
“Still, I don’t play accompaniments.”
As soon as Mila’s expression softened a little, Rowoon confirmed his refusal. While Mila looked at Rowoon with an expression of being hit in the back of the head, Rowoon said calmly.
“I admit you like the songs you lack. Awesome. But I hate my lack of playing to the point of trembling. I’m ashamed to show it off. That’s why, I don’t like going to a performance recklessly without proper preparation.”
“…”
After being beaten by the same logic, Mila looked like she couldn’t find anything to say. Mila pursed her lips for a moment as if she wanted to say something, then asked quietly.
“But then, when the heck can I play?”
Normally, this would have been a question that could not be easily answered. However, Rowoon answered without hesitation.
“When I can not be ashamed.”
After saying that, Rowoon left.
Mila didn’t hold him anymore.
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‘······okay. I shouldn’t be ashamed.’
I had only been to the cathedral once, but my steps were heavy. As soon as Rowoon returned to the dormitory, he sat down on a chair and took out his Walkman. It was finally time to check Hanong’s journal.
I don’t know what kind of function the journal might have. However, just like the corrected notes, the journal would never be ordinary.
‘Why on earth are you telling me to move to a place where you won’t be disturbed?’
It was a bit of an odd instruction. But it won’t be long before we get that answer. Rowoon plugged in his earphones and operated the Walkman. A familiar voice spoke to me.
[ You have obtained the 52nd journal about Hanong’s musical scale. ]
[ If you want to play the journal, please tune in to the radio frequency. ]
[ Adjusting…. ]
[ Play the journal. ]
And just like that, it was after the earphones let out the last voice. Rowoon’s eyes, which were floating in the air, began to grow cloudy, and the hand holding the Walkman sagged. And that was after a long time had passed. Rowoon’s hand wriggled first, and his half-closed eyes slowly began to open.
With an expression as if waking up from a long dream, Rowoon looked down at the Walkman with a blank expression.
“······her.”
＜ Do you go to church? (2) ＞ end
＜ Not the best, but probably unique (1) ＞
When talking about American music schools, it’s impossible not to mention studio classes.
Here is a description of the studio class: Students from the same class gather in one studio. After each class, students and teachers talk to the performer about their impressions and problems.
An indispensable class to develop stage sense.
It was one of the few stage opportunities that Rowoon now has, and a class he always had to turn around with regret.
‘This time, I want to show a performance like a performance.’
Coincidentally, his turn also had only about 15 days left. It was also one of the reasons for rejecting Mila’s request for an accompaniment. Because he was thinking of preparing his best for this stage.
The song to be played was a puppy waltz. It was a song that Baum was coaching right now, and at the same time, it was also a song that he could play with the most ease at the moment.
‘For now, aim for 50 performance points.’
To be precise, the goal was Chopin’s ‘journal’ intertwined with the dog’s waltz. In order to receive homework for the journal, I had to pass 50 performance points.