“Maybe he wasn’t a good boyfriend.”
Chris said with a smile. Gregor, who had only heard a little about Chris’ love story, couldn’t help but put on an awkward expression.
“But actually, Rowoon’s competition didn’t go that often.”
“why? ah······.”
He reflexively asked a question, but soon Gregor blurted out, as if he would know the answer. Chris nodded.
“okay. The slump came right. No, rather than a slump, should I say I hit a wall? Because Rowoon is greedy. Probably the most greedy of all the guys I know. Rather than going to an awkward contest, he probably wanted to not go out. I would have thought it was meaningless.”
“If it’s Rowoon… well, that’s worth it.”
“But anyway, that greed, now that I can take care of it, so what?”
Chris laughed softly. It was a calm and soft smile that did not match the image of a macho who only knew muscles. It was shown that he was sincerely thinking about Rowoon.
‘It must be difficult to intervene.’
I felt that way again. I don’t know what kind of time they’ve been through, but there was a deep bond between Rowoon and Chris that others couldn’t easily intervene.
It was then. Julie, who was looking at the front of the audience, opened her mouth in a whisper.
“Hey, hey. Is that person over there, Jennifer Watson?”
“······Hmm, I can’t tell just by looking at the back of the head.”
“I am a huge fan of that guy! Oh, Ron and Heather would be nice. I’m not playing in front of Mr. Watson.”
“Then why didn’t you participate too?”
“Because the preparation period is ambiguous. And… To be honest, I didn’t even want to compete because I heard that he was going out. Your opponent is too strong.”
“Well, if it’s Heather… you won’t even think about it.”
Gregor nodded. It was Gregor who never let go of his position as an ace at Hidden Valley High School until Rowoon rose to prominence. And, even considering that Gregor’s playing characteristics and the direction of the California Conservatory did not match, Gregor was in a position to pass additionally and Heather was the one who entered as the top.
The difference was greater than expected. To the point where Gregor had the thought of working harder every day. added Julie.
“And Ron is a monster too.”
“…Ron has been famous since high school.”
“Oh right. Are you from the same school as you? Were you like that in high school?”
Gregor laughed for a moment before that question. Rowoon’s venom was already a hot topic at the California Conservatory.
“Well, no different.”
“He really seemed like someone born for the piano. Aside from skills and things like that, most of the time when we talk, we only talk about the piano, and it seems that most of the time is spent either swimming or playing the piano.”
“When I look at it, I think so. Actually, should I be like that too? Aren’t you buying too little?”
“Oh, right! What should I say? Should I say I’m sorry? Well, in the end, even if you do it one day, the next day will be the same.”
Gregor nodded. In high school, even when his skills were relatively lacking compared to now, Rowoon was the type to stimulate the friends around him. Not to mention, he now has the ability to compete with Heather. The stimulation he gave now would be qualitatively different from before.
“Who will win? It’s funny to talk about winning and losing at the piano, but…”
“It’s a contest where people gather to rank. There’s nothing to be funny about.”
“Will Heather or Rowoon win?”
“That’s something I don’t know. You never know what monsters might be where.”
“Looking at the pamphlet earlier, I could recognize one by name…”
“who?”
“Anton Kozlov.”
“Ah, that contest fanatic…”
Gregor immediately nodded as soon as he heard the name. If you played the piano in the United States, it was a name you could not help but know. Since I was young, I have appeared in all contests that I want to have a name at home and abroad, and if I applied, I won first place.
He was a pianist who performed optimally for the competition. Chris pretended to know.
“Ah, I know that friend because I heard his name. come out here? Then you might not be able to finish second in the header?”
“No, you talk like it was only natural that Rowoon would win first place?”
Julie opened her double wick and said. I opened my eyes wide to become Chris. I guess I was really surprised.
“Wasn’t it?”
“Wow… let’s see. How is it?”
“Hey, be quiet. It seems to be starting soon.”
The lights slowly dimmed and then went out. And the moderator’s quiet voice announced the start of the contest. It was the sound that I couldn’t talk anymore. The audience in the audience seats reduced the volume of conversation one by one. And he coughed on purpose. It was to clear the throat beforehand so that there would be no interruption by coughing during the performance.
And, soon after, the first applicant appeared.
It was a white female student whose youthfulness had not yet disappeared from her face. With a slightly nervous expression, she grabbed my red dress, lifted it, said hello, and sat down at the piano.
And soon after Beethoven’s moonlight flowed from her hand, Gregor swallowed a sigh and grabbed his face.
‘It’s twisted.’
It was a strange difference that would not be noticed unless you were a musician. The rhythm of the left and right hands began to twist subtly. If I could catch it properly even belatedly, it would still end up with a slight deduction, but it wasn’t.
Embarrassment caused embarrassment, and the beats of the two hands were getting more and more strangely out of sync, breaking the chords. That performer probably won’t have any thoughts in his head by now. At best, it’s probably all about the frustration of being ruined.
Thanks to this, the judges raised their hands and stopped the performance. And I asked for the next song, but there was no way it could get better if I played it when my heart was already broken.
‘It’s a competition trap.’
No, it was the trap of every stage. The moment you make a mistake even once in the midst of compulsion and tension, only the mistake remains in your head.
But that’s why, maybe those on the next stage couldn’t help but shine more.
＜＜ No. 2. This is Heather Hong. ＞＞
The moderator introduced Heather in a gentle voice. It was a neat introduction, but that was enough. I could feel the atmosphere in the audience changing. Of course, Heather Hong was bound to stand out the most among the contestants today.
‘Anyway, it’s like Heather. He’s assertive.’
audience seats. Alice, who had an interview with Heather, smiled as she watched her go on stage. It was because of the clothes Heather was wearing. Unlike most pianists who usually wear long dresses in primary colors, Heather was wearing a relatively short plaid dress with a skirt that fell only to her calves.
In addition, in many ways, the yellow bleached hair even gave the impression of confronting the solemn atmosphere of the competition hall. And Heather seemed to think so. Unlike the participant who just ruined the performance, she greeted the audience with a smile that showed no sign of nervousness.
Then, sitting down at the piano, I heard her voice.
‘okay. this is it header.’
Alice gripped the arm of the chair tightly. Brahms’ Paganini Variations, Volume 1. The moment Heather started playing, the competition hall seemed to become a stage in an instant. Everyone focused on her performance.
Brahms is considered a classical romanticist. He wasn’t the right type of musician for Heather. The more emotional the song is, the better Heather expresses her voice.
But this time was different. Alice, a longtime fan of Heather, could tell.
‘······ Has the style changed a bit?’
Alice didn’t know. How Rowoon’s words, emphasizing his understanding of the composer, changed the header. what efforts she made. All she could tell was that Heather’s playing had changed compared to before. There was an atmosphere in her playing that seemed to be trying to tell the story of Brahms as well as her own.
In a way, it’s matured, and in a way, it’s becoming an adult. Alice was proud of it, but also somewhat disappointed.
Beethoven followed suit as well. Beethoven’s Sonata No. 3. Beethoven, a representative of classicism and considered to have laid the foundation for romanticism. If it was Heather in the past, he would have said that it was classic and boring, so he wouldn’t have been close to it.
However, Heather’s attitude towards Beethoven now was different from before. Heather was not neglected in expressing Beethoven’s sound. Of course, her performance was still unique and deviated from the feel of the original song to the extent that it felt heretical, but it still had a charm that continued to captivate the audience’s ears.
Alice smiled. Change is good. After all, it means that you are wriggling to somehow rise up.
‘You’re going up. header. up there To the world of stars.’
Then, when Heather’s fingers played Chopin’s Nocturne No. 2 for the last time, Alice was amazed again.
“ah······.”
It wasn’t just Alice. Julie and Gregor both forgot to be quiet for a moment and sighed involuntarily. I usually listened to Heather’s performances often, but Heather on stage was a completely different person. She understands how the hell she can get second place in the Chopin Competition Junior.
It was beautiful, it was awe-inspiring. A performance that seems to grasp the listener’s heart tightly.
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‘······Roun bastard, your head hurts, right?’
Chris listened to the performance and involuntarily raised the corner of his mouth. When Heather finished playing, Chris applauded, inappropriately for the amount of restraint he had had so far. It was a performance that deserved applause.
And as if that wasn’t enough, many audience members even stood up and cheered for Heather. It was a response quite comparable to that of the first female student who came out.
“Crazy, Heather…”
“This is how it feels to be proud of being friends…”
“What should I do with the kids behind me? If it were me, I would just go home.
It was such a stupendous Chopin that Julie said so.
Of course, even after seeing Heather’s overwhelming performance, the other contestants did their best anyway. I struggled to shine. However, their performance was obscured by the light of Heather, so it was inevitable to look like a shadow. Concours were such a place. Who is the light and who is the shadow.
Chris clenched his fists.
‘show me. Rowoon.’
The time of the shadows is over. Now he is no longer below.
And just like that, it was after three more performers took the stage behind Heather.
＜＜ Number 6. This is Luoyun Li. ＞＞
Amidst the host’s call, Rowoon appeared on stage in a tuxedo. That face without a single smile seemed nervous, or it looked like it was determined. Even Julie, who kept whispering that Heather would win, at this moment clenched her fists and looked at Rowoon.
Rowoon sat down at the piano. He looked down at the keyboard for a moment, then opened and closed his fists.
I could hear Heather’s performance even in the waiting room, and I knew it wouldn’t be easy to captivate this stage, but I wasn’t nervous. Heather should do Heather’s stage, and he should do your stage.
Rowoon raised his hand.
My heart races.
I want to make their hearts beat.
＜ LA International Piano Competition (4) ＞ End
＜ LA International Piano Competition (5) ＞
The first piece is Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No. 2.
In Rowoon’s mind, the song Beethoven made to show off his growth to Haydn, in other words, was written and imprinted to express his ambition and confidence.