“And the conducting is neat. I don’t think the things that kid conducted before were so neat. Looking at it today, I can see that I have grown quite a bit.”
“It must mean that the time has finally come for the harvest.”
“If it goes like that, it won’t be that difficult to hold the baton after graduation.”
“What was your name?”
“Jace. I don’t remember the last name.”
It was such a story. And Jace, the conductor who has been attracting attention for such a long time, was not tired despite conducting one after another, but rather had a lively expression on his face.
“Everyone is doing well. Let’s just go like this.”
“Whoa… it’s like I’m auditioning.”
The concert master, Melvin, shook his head with a slightly weary expression. I was more mentally exhausted than physically exhausted. It was not so easy for them to play in this place where a lot of professors gathered and watched. Jace said with a smile.
“Are the piano kids going to be awful? You must feel like collapsing as soon as you get on stage.”
“Is that so? I don’t think I’ve ever had a kid who wanted to be all right. It would be nice if it wasn’t just the kids from the front.”
“Well, that’s the same. But there are probably better kids out there. As far as I know, Mario, that greasy guy is also coming out today… and it was very noisy. freshman kids.”
“Here they come. That freshman.”
Jace winked as he said that. Indeed, it was the well-known freshman who opened the door and entered.
“Are you going to be as good as the rumors?”
“You will find out soon.”
Jace lowered his voice after saying that. Rowoon was already close to them. After briefly shaking hands with Jace and Melvin, Rowoon looked at the stage. Unlike usual, I didn’t turn off the lights that far, so I could see roughly how many people were there.
‘It seems that almost all the professors have gathered…’
In other words, if you show a lacking side here today, the price will never be cheap.
But I wasn’t worried. Rowoon sat down in front of the piano. I exchanged glances with Jace for a moment, then settled down.
‘Rachmaninoff. I’ll make it worth the time you spent on me.’
There are so many things that come to mind when facing his songs.
Even though he was a devout Orthodox believer, Rachmaninov had to be treated as an apostate because he tried to marry his cousin.
Even though he missed his motherland Russia more than anyone else, Rachmaninoff had to continue his wandering life because of the Soviet Union.
Rachmaninoff wanted love from the public, but always had to hide in front of the critics.
You don’t have to be obsessed with expressing him. During the practice process, Rachmaninoff was always with Rowoon, and as such, Rowoon’s performance reached the stage where Rachmaninoff’s voice was already flowing without being conscious of Rachmaninoff.
So just because he focuses on his own voice in this situation, it will not cover up Rachmaninoff’s voice.
Just, pink becomes coral pink.
catch your breath It’s still. focus on the silence So that the breathing of the members cannot be heard, the loud heartbeat does not ring, and the voices of fear and fear do not reach.
And, almost inaudible, only vaguely we heard the first note.
‘oh······?’
Jace, who was right beside me, unknowingly pulled the corners of his mouth at that moment. sound was pretty I could tell without even listening for a few seconds. This young pianist by his side is clearly in love with the piano and music.
But I couldn’t help but admire it. Now, slowly, the sound of the orchestra had to follow him. Jace raised the baton and exchanged glances with everyone, including Melvin.
and,
‘······!’
Rowoon muffled his voice and shuddered in joy.
I feel sorry for Rami, but mixing sounds with Rami and mixing sounds with an orchestra was a completely different matter. He could feel various kinds of sounds vibrating not only in his ears, but also in his skin and collar. The feeling of being immersed in a lake of music.
thoughts go away No, it’s not that I don’t have an idea. However, the thoughts that had apparently had the form of language to some extent until just now had only the form of sound at this moment.
talk with sound Jace brought out the sound of the orchestra as much as possible to Rowoon. And smiled at the same time. A feeling of satisfaction that did not need to be expressed in words lifted him. At this moment, he felt as if he was on stage, not just helping the students who participated in the audition.
‘Yes, this much is possible! It’s natural to be confident, auditioning like this…’
As if they were going to swallow the sound of their orchestra, as if they could swallow it, and playing with great vigor.
It was something that would never be expected of a normal freshman. In front of the sound of the orchestra, ordinary performers are intimidated and are bound to sit down. The sound changes passively, or rather exaggeratedly, as if desperate.
However, there was a sense of stability in Rowoon’s performance. As if he was sure that his voice would resonate beyond all of them.
While playing Rachmaninoff’s performance log, Rowoon felt how Rachmaninov matched the sound of the orchestra and the piano. And how much force his fingers and wrists are moving.
That’s enough.
Above that power, put his heart.
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For young students whose hometown is neither Korea nor the United States,
Of a son who lost his will as if he had lost his mother and lost the world,
And, because of that, the mind of a pianist had no choice but to rely more on the one remaining piano.
And, with that heart in mind, Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2 finally revealed the value and beauty hidden in the score.
‘ah. okay. We were playing a song like this.’
Rowoon’s piano completed their ensemble where the last puzzle had not been put together. And they knew what they had been working on for months was for this sound right now. And if you continue to follow Rowoon, you will be able to walk towards a more beautiful sound than this.
The members of the orchestra thought so without even realizing it. Some of them continued to pull the corners of their mouths and laughed. Laughter continued. It’s a sad song, of course, but nonetheless… they couldn’t stand it because they were so happy that they were directly in the forest of this music.
And, it wasn’t just them who felt that way.
“…wow, I can’t believe it.”
waiting room. Mario looked at Rowoon with moist eyes. I heard that it was okay, but I didn’t know it would be like this. No, actually, that was Heather too. She swallowed and gripped the arm of the chair.
‘Want to cry.’
disconsolate? No, it’s not that simple of a feeling.
what should i say It’s a very strange feeling. Overwhelming, happy, happy, yet somewhat sad. The performance is so beautiful, I want to simply enjoy it, but the pianist’s mindset arouses jealousy. I want to sit in that seat. I want to let go of that sound now. I want to make Rowoon feel the same way she felt right now.
“Ugh it’s frustrating.”
So, Heather’s face as she uttered those words must have been smiling even in the midst of a frown. A friend who wants to do music together. He is a friend who reminds me why I do music.
It is not that the professors have a very different opinion from Heather. Even until the previous participants played, they were not able to assume the posture of a complete audience, such as turning their pens or scribbling scores on their notebooks… Now all of them had their backs off their chairs and their eyes were shining.
‘······Anyway, it’s insidious, Professor Han said.’
The professors continued to look at Rowoon with smiles and awkward faces that seemed to have hardened. They enjoyed the fun, but the surprise was greater.
Right now, Rowoon’s performance simply couldn’t be described as outstanding. There was something in his performance that could not be expressed with skill. Even Donati and Taylor, who had heard Rowoon play during the admissions audition, couldn’t hide their surprised expressions now.
‘Have you grown up like that?’
At that time, I thought I was a good student. He is a student with infinite potential who can become any pianist with just a little touch.
But I felt it while watching Rowoon today. Something that even most graduates cannot achieve.
It is not the music you have learned, but the stage where you express your own music. Steps of a professional pianist.
Every time he presses a key, the world Rowoon wants to express is drawn. But the problem is, the world isn’t that sloppy, and it’s even charming… Just listening to it warms my heart somewhere and makes me happy, and without knowing it, a smile forms on my lips… and makes me happy.
“······ A goal-striking friend came in.”
One of the professors muttered that and smiled. In fact, that was the idea in everyone’s head. A pianist who already has a voice of his own. I don’t know what song he will sing later…
One thing was certain.
That young pianist in front of them now has the qualities of a star, I unequivocally.
I was told that the piano was chosen.
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‘······This is amazing.’
Taylor’s eyes were considerably larger than usual. And that pupil was watching each and every movement of Rowoon’s fingers with strange excitement. A talented pianist can show some degree of maturity just by looking at his posture.
And Rowoon was a born pianist. The length of the chair and piano. The appearance of an extended leg. Angle of curvature at the waist. All of that just didn’t happen by chance. The posture of studying and researching to extract the best sound for each bar.
‘A professor’s accreditation? No, it’s not something that someone can teach you.’
It’s a song that lasts for dozens of minutes. It’s hard to teach the posture for every single part of all those songs. I can only teach you how to find the best posture. But in the end, it’s up to you to complete it.
Rowoon’s current performance was entirely born of his efforts.
‘Besides, the senses are good.’
It was the same just by looking at the fact that he was playing without any particular deviation from the orchestra, who was trying to match for the first time right away. It was proof that his innate musical intuition was not normal.
Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2 consists of three movements. The gloomy 1st movement, the 2nd movement that goes back and forth between melancholy and innocence, and finally, the 3rd movement that seems to rise out of all the melancholy into the sky.
Considering that Rachmaninov’s process of composing this song was the same as the process of escaping from depression and defeatism, the change inevitably feels more meaningful in many ways.
Even though Rowoon showed a decent performance in the first movement, the professors as well as the orchestra members looked at Rowoon with eyes that had not completely abandoned their suspicions yet.
okay. Only one movement can express it. But what about the second movement? What will the 3rd movement be like? It goes without saying many times which is more difficult to express: a person who is only sad, or an imperfect person who oscillates between sorrow and joy.
Rowoon couldn’t see their eyes like that. I didn’t even listen to the question they couldn’t bring up. His consciousness was entirely occupied now with this concerto. The voices of violins, tubas, bassoons and timpani spoke to him, and he answered.
‘it’s hard?’ ‘no.’
‘Then is it comfortable?’ ‘no.’
‘happy?’ ‘maybe.’
‘Unhappy?’ ‘Probably not.’
‘Is there anything you want to say?’
‘Will you listen?’ ‘huh. I’ll listen.’
‘It’s been a long way. So far.’
‘Still, you managed to arrive. great job.’ ‘thank you.’
‘Then, shall we toast to your past footprints?’ ‘okay.’
‘let’s go.’
‘from now on.’