“That’s a question I don’t want to answer right now. Alice. I’m not ready yet.”
“…then can you promise me you’ll be the first to give me that answer when you’re ready?”
“That is not a difficult story. But for now, I want Alice’s pen to point to something else.”
“great. I do. There was something else I wanted to ask the professor about.”
“What is?”
Alice grinned.
“Roun Lee. I have a lot of interest in your student.”
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“······Our stage is less than a week away.”
“omg. oh my god.”
“Why are you pretending not to know?”
“know. Understand. But… when you said it like that, I suddenly felt it.”
Heather murmured in a dull voice. She was now lying on the sofa in the school library with Rowoon. At first, the name was to do liberal arts homework, but when I saw the sunlight pouring through the large windows in the warm library, she looked like she was going to sleep any minute.
Rowoon stared blankly at Heather and asked insinuatingly.
“So, is my performance okay?”
“It was fine. mine?”
“Your is fine too.”
“······But why are you still scared?”
“It’s worth being scared. The California Music Festival, you must have been a romance too.”
“You did too?”
“I grew up playing music in California, too. When I was little, I came here holding my mother’s hand. I thought that. Oh, I also want to play here someday. think like that.”
Heather didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, he turned to Rowoon and asked.
“I want to see your mother.”
“I miss you. Isn’t that obvious?”
“Hmm well. I really don’t want to see it that way.”
“why?”
“My mother, now we are reconciled with each other and we get along well, but in the past I really hated it. It should be said that she treated me as a pianist rather than a daughter, but no matter what I said, all I could say was the piano. ‘How long do you think you’ll be able to hear the sound of a child prodigy?’ ‘Even while you’re doing this, the other kids are practicing!’ Well, things like this.”
It is a story about being a typical Spartan mother. Rowoon laughed bitterly.
“It must have been difficult.”
“Then we had a big fight once. I’m fed up with things like the piano, and I screamed out loud that I hate you too. Then… can you see this?”
Suddenly, Heather lifted her bob. Then, she turned her white nape to Rowoon’s side. Rowoon looked at him with eyes doing something for a moment, then slowly blinked. A fairly long wound, about two fingers long, was hidden behind her hair.
“My mother pushed me. But then I took it on the corner of my desk. Blood spurts out, I cry, my mother cries, 911 is called, the ambulance beeps, the firefighters ask if I’m okay with scary faces, and I ride the ambulance…”
“…and you haven’t touched you since then?”
“huh. But when my mom told me not to play, I wanted to play the piano again. When I was told to hit it, I didn’t want to hit it. Isn’t it funny?”
“It’s embarrassing. Rather than being funny.”
“Oh, don’t be upset. I don’t want to be a sad person. I want to become a person who is full of happy energy. smile. know? smile.”
Heather said and pushed the corners of her lips up with her index fingers. Then he sighed as he looked down at his liberal arts subject assignments.
“But in the midst of all this, I don’t know why we should be learning history.”
“I think history is necessary to some extent.”
“Ah, it might be meaningful for Beethoven to directly look into Mozart’s life! But why study something like a pebble in the shape of a face that existed tens of thousands of years ago! Do you really think this will help? To our performance?”
“I don’t know about that either.”
“Ouch, suddenly I want to succeed!”
“Is it really so sudden?”
“I hope I succeed and don’t have to study pebbles!”
“Oh, that’s me too.”
Rowoon shrugged. He recently passed an audition for a solo song. In other words, there were two stages to prepare for. However, in the midst of that, I couldn’t help but feel meaningless in many ways that I had to take this class.
Heather raised her hand. Then I looked at the sunlight breaking through my fingers and said.
“Again, will people say that my playing is not like Rachmaninoff?”
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“well. I think Rachmaninoff will like your performance.”
“Huh, you talk like you know Rachmaninov. Then, how is your performance?”
“You will like it. My playing too.”
Rowoon’s expression as he answered that seemed somewhat aloof. It was a bit odd. If Heather knew Rowoon, he should have shown himself to be more strict with him by now.
However, it was natural for Rowoon to answer like that. Recently, Rowoon finally recorded a performance score of 70 with Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2. Then, through the private tutoring function, Rachmaninoff was asked questions directly.
— Rachmaninoff, would it be all right for me to go on stage as I am now?
And Rachmaninoff replied.
[ I’m already enjoying your playing. ]
[If it is lacking, as it is lacking, if it is filled, as it is filled, do your best. ]
[I will also be seated in the audience on that stage. ]
It was a word that washed away all the worries he had at once.
‘Rachmaninoff said he was fine, but what should I be worried about?’
In the end, Rowoon does his best. And, dare I say it, Rowoon could be proud that he had put in all the effort he could put into this concerto.
Heather asked.
“How can you be sure? I think he will like it.”
“Because I did my best.”
“……Is that enough?”
“What else can we do?”
If you have wings, then you can fly. But until then, you have to crawl. have to run And Rowoon came running until his lungs exploded.
therefore,
“I am ready.”
Rowoon isn’t worried.
“You will enjoy it. this stage.”
Compared to Rachmaninoff, compared to Mozart, compared to Beethoven, if there is anything he can’t lose…
Having fun, that’s the only thing.
＜ California Music Festival (12) ＞ End
＜ California Music Festival (13) ＞
Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2 has two musicians.
Most people didn’t pay much attention to it. Usually it’s just, ‘Oh, then I’ll play Rachmaninoff’s two piano concertos, so you can go see them on a more convenient day.’ It was natural to get only a small impression.
However, those who thought a little deeper, or those who had some knowledge about the structure of the music festival, soon noticed. This is not a common case, and it must be because of the uniqueness of the performers that this case has arisen.
Therefore, these performances should never be missed.
“… that’s what people say at Starbook.”
“It was no coincidence that both of our shows were sold out. I just thought this song was popular.”
“Well, there is none of that. Heather is also a celebrity, and Ron is also… You won Heather in the competition this time and became quite famous.”
“Oh, Jace! Why don’t you say that you won?”
“…then what about Heather?”
“It’s not even out!”
Jace giggled. For a conductor ahead of his first stage tonight, he seemed quite unconcerned. Rowoon asked curiously.
“Jace. You don’t seem to be nervous at all?”
“What are you nervous about? plaguy.”
“You are quite strong-hearted.”
“I only have a few years left to hold the baton, and I don’t want to waste it on being nervous. this stage.”
“…”
At those words, everyone, including Rowoon, fell silent for a moment. Melvin was the first to speak up. said Melvin, giggling as if he had heard a joke.
“Hey, are you thinking of graduating and becoming unemployed?”
“Well, it’s not that I’m going to be unemployed, hey, what are the chances that I can continue to hold the baton as a human being? How many places are there to find a conductor? Aside from missing documents, there is no place to receive documents in the first place. It was easier to think that I could continue to lead.”
“……Well, I don’t know. The story might change if I go to a conducting competition and win a few dramatic victories.”
“I don’t know. You don’t know what to do and make a living while preparing for the competition after graduation, and you know that there are almost no places to give lessons in the conducting department, right? No, talking about it makes me a little gloomy, but I didn’t say this for the sake of this, I think this stage is f*cking important. It’s so damn good to be here with you guys. You know what I’m talking about?”
“okay. I know, why don’t you know?”
For Melvin, the violinist, things were bound to get better. Still, I could understand how Jace felt. Rowoon shrugged.
“Well, in the end, it’s about doing well on this stage.”
“Yeah, that’s the story.”
“don’t worry. Because I am confident that I will do well.”