Even so
“huh. let’s go. mom.”
That’s what he answered.
Life in the U.S., where he arrived, was difficult if difficult, but not easy. Bullying, which was subtle in Korea, has become overt in the United States. There were days when the locker was full of trash, and when he passed by, “Hey, isn’t this fried rice (a slang term for Asians) delicious?” White people shouting the same thing with their voices were not new to me.
However, Rowoon never talked about such difficulties to Yeonjoo. I didn’t want to see her sobbing in front of the piano again. I didn’t want to make them think there was still no place for them, even though they had fled as far away as America.
endured persevered and persevered.
That way, one day they will all be happy. The idea was not wrong. they were happy It was warm happiness, happiness with the sound of piano playing,
And it was a short bliss.
About 2 years ago from now. Rowoon’s phone calls his mother’s number, until an unknown voice whispers to him,
— Are you Yeon Joo Lee’s child? sorry. I did my best, but…
It was such a life. A pitiful, pitiful, pitiful life.
And Workman seemed to have decided that his gloomy life would give him strength not to be weighed down by Rachmaninoff’s life.
[ A mental barrier has been formed. ]
[ Play the composition journal for the first movement of Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2. ]
And the next moment. Rowoon became Rachmaninoff.
“······Sergei. Are you feeling better?”
“Natalia…”
Rachmaninoff raised his head. Natalia was carrying a tray full of breakfast for him. His gaze towards such a lover was warm for a moment, but soon the gaze lost its power and became that of an invalid.
“What is wrong with your body? It’s just that I don’t see you.”
— Marrying a cousin! It’s impossible!
— His symphony is poor. It seems to show how corrupt the music world has become, that it only pursues compositional splendor while ignoring the essence of music.
It seemed that Rachmaninov’s ears were still ringing with scolding voices. After the First Symphony ended in failure, numerous critics began to chew him like jerky, and the Russian Orthodox Church regarded him as an apostate for wanting to marry his cousin Natalia.
It felt like everything that had supported his life was starting to crumble in an instant. The melancholy that Rachmaninoff felt from him was enormous. Looking at everything in the world, all he could find was grief and lamentation.
It was difficult for Rowoon to endure Rachmaninoff’s feelings. Had it not been for the courteous adaptation protocol, I would have been swallowed up by this sudden sense of helplessness.
However, the tragedy that Rowoon was already holding in his hands was by no means inferior to Rachmaninoff’s. Rachmaninov wasn’t the only one who felt that his life was falling apart. So, Rowoon was able to avoid being swept away by the waves of emotion like a raging wave.
With Rachmaninoff’s eyes, nose, mouth, hands, and tongue, I felt his life right before the creation of his Piano Concerto No. 2.
And I realized
If you dare to put weight on what is called life,
The weight placed on his life will never be lighter than Rachmaninoff’s weight.
Just as Rachmaninoff cried out in his Piano Concerto No. 2,
That even inside Rowoon, the lump that had been there for a long time was only preparing to explode.
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“What are you?”
Rami removed her chin from the violin. Her copper brow was furrowed. Rowoon naturally asked back as if he didn’t know why.
“What?”
“How did the performance suddenly go this far? Aren’t you doing some secret special training behind my back?”
“I’m doing special training, but I don’t know if it’s a secret.”
“Your sensibility suddenly changed over the weekend? I feel like the sound has gotten heavier. It seems to be sticky and clinging to the body.”
“You talk like you have synesthesia or something.”
“A performance that evokes synesthesia? I mean, I had good expressiveness. brother.”
“thank you.”
“To be honest, I was wondering if it would be okay because my face looked very weak when I saw it today… Oh, is that so? Did you even possess Rachmaninoff?”
Rami’s question was strangely poking at the core. Rowoon shrugged.
“If it’s something possessed, it’s possessed.”
Rami wasn’t the only one who pointed out Rowoon’s change. Han also did not point out once in a long time in a lesson with him, focusing only on the appreciation of his performance until it reached the last bar of the first movement. And nodded.
“Looks like you got the hang of it.”
No, in fact, it was more than I caught my senses. To be honest, Han was surprised every day by his new pupil. Sincerity, of course, nothing to say. It was like the basic condition of a successful pianist.
What really surprised me was that Rowoon never fell into a big slump and always showed his growth. His teaching experience was not long, but he knew for sure that it was rare for anyone to accept and absorb all of the teachings he taught.
‘Maybe he’s better than me.’
time as a pianist. Han was always accompanied by grandiose modifiers like Korean lanterns. However, if Han dares to recall his youth, his skills may have been better than Rowoon now, but his growth was not this great.
‘As long as the flowering period is late, I wonder if they are fretful because they can’t bloom that much sooner.’
If so, you should do your best to help. Han began to examine Rowoon’s performance one by one in more detail. To be honest, there wasn’t much to point out. The movement of the fingers itself was already well-directed, and if there was a problem, it was about reviving the feeling, but that part was actually a map, but it was a problem that only hard practice could solve.
And, at least Rowoon quickly jumped over it.
[ The playing score is 60 points. ]
[ Homework for the first movement of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2, the performance log is unlocked. ]
[‘Come read a poem that sings of sadness. Ten episodes.’ ]
Of course, solving the homework was an instant. Rowoon got the performance log, played it back, and felt how flexible Rachmaninoff’s long fingers moved across the keyboard.
And that was when Rowoon appeared in the lesson room again. It was definitely a performance that had a bit of a stiff feeling until a while ago. However, Rowoon’s long fingers, swaying like a squid, picked up Rachmaninoff’s voice very precisely.
And that wasn’t all. Beyond Rachmaninov’s melancholy, the scars of life that Rowoon had to overcome were also subtly buried. It wasn’t intentional. Repeatedly reminding Rachmaninoff of pouring out his emotions through his fingers, Rowoon came to understand more fundamentally how to communicate sadness through the piano.
And when he sees Rowoon like that, Han gets to think again.
‘······Korea should look at this child, not me.’
There is a light here.
＜ California Music Festival (2) ＞ End
＜ California Music Festival (3) ＞
Thinking about that, Han couldn’t help but feel a heavy burden in his heart. Growing up as a disciple is a joy, but as such, he had no choice but to think of his other disciple, no, his son.
‘Jungwoo also said he was going to audition for a soloist this time. Is it really possible?’
According to Taylor, the professor in charge, he is now at a level where he can play directly in front of her without difficulty. However, stage fright is inherently a very terrible thing, and when you go on stage, you might become stiff like a sheep in front of a wolf again.
“professor?”
“……Ah, yes. sorry. I was thinking about something else for a while. How far have you been?”
“The Arpeggio part.”
“okay. You should think about playing the arpeggio part with more force than you are playing now. If you actually perform in concert with an orchestra, the resonance will be much softer than when there is only you playing.”
“Ah, the sound could definitely be drowned out.”
“okay. But not with the strength of the fingers, but with the feeling of slowly putting the weight of the whole body on the keyboard. Shouldn’t the upper body lean forward a little more?”
“yes. Would it be possible to feel like this…?”
Rowoon immediately moved his center of gravity forward and extracted the sound Han directed. Han nodded, barely restraining himself from trying to get rid of the absurdity. Just hearing a word of this makes me feel it right away. It was a subtle, different issue to call it a matter of talent. Should I have a good head?
“okay. Keep hitting it just like that.”
Rowoon’s performance continued. Han thought that Rowoon’s excellent understanding was able to digest his instructions right away, but that thought was not correct. The senses I felt through Rachmaninoff’s performance diary and Han’s instructions awakened those senses that I hadn’t been aware of before. And every time Rowoon had to adjust his posture, remembering how Rachmaninoff distributed the center of gravity.
‘I never thought teaching would be this easy.’
If you teach one thing, you may not know ten things, but if Han taught you something, Rowoon definitely realized it and made it his own. It was easy. too.
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“difficult.”
But Donati’s situation was different. It was a drinking party with piano professors. In front of Taylor and Han, Donatti burped while lying half-prostrate on the table.
“I don’t know where or how to get my hands on it. This is the first time in my life to have such a difficult child.”
“······Well, I have to endure it, what can I do? He’s a kid who deserves that hardship, Heather.”
“Ann. you don’t know The tension that I could rather destroy a young talent with my own hands. I don’t want to make that mistake.”
“That’s the weight all educators have to bear. Just like my husband, who taught you.”
“Professor Taylor was a wonderful person. I am always grateful. Even if everything in the world changes, the fact that he was the pianist I love the most will not change.”
Donatti was a student A who, in college, was treated like an airman rather than expected. However, Ann Taylor’s husband, Robert Taylor, did not give up on Donatti until the end. Rather, he did not hesitate to call him a genius.
Thanks to this, Donatti eventually came out of a long slump and became a recognized pianist, holding a teaching position with his wife. The story of the two was pretty much like that. Han asked as he tilted his glass.
“Does Heather seem happy now?”
“well. I always say thank you for the lesson in front of me, but I don’t know what to think in my heart. No, actually, it might be me who is really feeling insecure. Because I’m not sure I’m teaching right. ······How are you? Rowoon, that kid.”
“To be honest, I don’t have much to do with Rowoon. He’s already on track. And most of all, it’s great to study on your own. So, if I mention a problem, I always fix it until the next lesson, and I often find and fix problems that I didn’t even mention before.”
“Hya… I’m sure it’ll be fun to teach.”
“It’s like that. I honestly don’t know if I can say this, but it’s comfortable. It has never been so comfortable.”
Saying that, Han raised the corner of his mouth with a strangely arrogant face. Seeing such resentment, Donatti clutched her head again.
“I don’t know if I can say this now, but I guess Heather should have gone to you and Rowoon should have come to me.”
“You must have drunk a lot. You make a lot of particularly weak voices today.”
“Isn’t that the place you’re coming from?”
“…Well, that’s the right story.”
Han nodded. Then he poured the brandy in his glass into his mouth at once. Then, compared to usual, he looked back at Taylor with a face that was definitely a little redder.
“So what about my son?”
“How are you?”