Many people paid attention to Rowoon. No, I focused on his performance. Those who know the classics know that this is a pretty classic Rachmaninoff. It is gloomy, heavy, serious, and hopeful at the same time.
However, Rowoon’s performance did not end with a simple standard.
‘·······.’
Han looked at Rowoon. While preparing for this concerto, Rowoon, as always, asked him various things. Maybe it was because I had never done a proper concerto like this. Compared to usual, Rowoon had quite a few questions.
– professor. What should I do if the sound I want to express and the sound the orchestra wants to express are different?
— There is one thing I learned this time. Sometimes we need to bump into each other. I found out too late that if they don’t collide, they don’t mix. Wouldn’t that be right?
Of course, Rowoon’s questions were not limited to symphonies.
— Sometimes, I don’t know what to put in a performance. professor.
— When I try to understand Rachmaninov’s life and capture his life… I think that alone will not be enough.
— And when I put my life into it, if I keep looking at the traces of my life like that, at some point it becomes dull.
— In the end, the more I practice, the more I feel that emotion fades away…
— What should I do?
— Is it unavoidable?
‘You’ll be gone for a long time. Rowoon.’
Listening to Rowoon’s performance, reflecting on the questions he asked, Han thought.
I don’t know if Rowoon would ever know, but the fact that he could ask such a question already meant that he had talent. No, there is an ambiguous feeling to express it with vague words like talent. Possibility. genius. special. Well, wouldn’t it be possible to express something that Rowoon has by mixing all of them?
— Hoonah Seok. All of my friends here play music.
Han recalled something his friend had once said to him.
— But how many of these kids do you think would really think about what music is?
— I’ll do it for a while. what is music What am I doing? But that worry doesn’t last long.
— It’s sad. Spending their youth every day in that small practice room, among them, those who know music and those who do it are counted among the hands.
— I don’t even try to know music, so it’s only natural that I can’t survive in the end.
‘Jinyoung. This kid here plays music.’
I am a child who wants to know music. is a musician Yes, Rowoon had the attitude of a musician. Sometimes like a scholar, sometimes like a lover, I tried to learn everything about music one by one.
And that’s why the audience here right now can’t take their eyes off that young student’s fingers.
‘I was worried that my emotions would be blurred and that I wouldn’t be able to contain them… but that was such a useless worry.’
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Han smiled bitterly. Rowoon’s performance was overflowing with emotions that could only be expressed as dense.
Of course, for a single person, Rowoon could and wanted to capture more than one or two things in this performance.
First of all, there was Rachmaninoff’s life. The despair that this giant, who now did not hesitate to praise anyone as a master, tried to lay down everything in front of the critics’ pointing fingers. Fighting against that despair, ‘I can do it.’ That life that I repeated to myself over and over again.
Rowoon’s life was connected to that life. The person of the past days who tried to put down the music he loved so much because he was not recognized by the world.
No, he had only erased it through the Walkman, but that ugly weakness that might still be in him. shabby burns.
‘know. That it’s too much.’
These beautiful music flowing from his fingers and from the orchestra, he would not have been able to achieve if he was the original. A long time ago, before reaching this point, I must have quit because I was scared and said it wasn’t realistic.
Could he have come to this position without the Walkman? I do not know. However, what Rowoon couldn’t bear was that he was ready to give up. It was that I was slowly building up the courage to give up.
Everyone keeps their own music in their seats, but Rowoon tried to let it go. Because his greed is not like that. Because his dreams don’t go to him.
I’m embarrassed. Even with the praise directed at him, Rowoon sometimes felt just embarrassed. Of course, it was true that he worked hard, but there was also a certain amount of luck in all of the music he achieved.
So when it came to music, Rowoon had no choice but to work even a little more desperately. Knowing that Walkman’s protection was too much for him, he did his best not to be a nuisance to the adults who taught him even a little bit.
Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2. It was that kind of heart that was put into this song.
‘I know what’s missing. Not having qualifications, just being lucky, but…’
So I am working harder. Putting qualifications and evaluations aside, please listen to his music for now. And, I want you to enjoy it.
Jace’s comment about the baton helped Rowoon to rethink that feeling. It made me realize how grateful he was for this opportunity he had now, and how happy he was.
Rowoon sang the despair and hope that Rachmaninoff had captured in his own voice.
No, not with their own voice, but with their own voice.
it’s a young song Young and shabby, ugly and pitiful, yet I have no choice but to keep listening somewhere. And if you continue to listen like that, your heart will pound, you will clench your fists, you will open your eyes and take a look at each and every player holding the instrument, and then you will start to tremble again.
When the song is over, everyone in the audience, without exception, lifts their butts, jumps up, cheers, claps, and shouts.
Bravo!
that your song is very good
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It’s not just a formal cheer and applause that announces the end of the stage. Their sincerity was reflected in their voices and palms, and they rang the stage. As if they wanted to somehow return the impression these young musicians gave them.
“······flaw.”
As Melvin looked at the audience, he laughed without realizing it. I’ve been on many stages so far, but the reaction this time was so enthusiastic that I thought it was the best ever. But I was not puzzled. Even before they stood up, even before the performance was over, Melvin had anticipated this outcome to some extent.
‘They both ran very nicely.’
Both Rowoon and Jace showed off their explosive energy today to the point where I wondered if they had really been hiding their skills.
I’m the type who gets stronger on stage. Thanks to that, Melvin had a very interesting experience today. Should I say that it was a stage where I properly understood what it means to put my soul into music and to put my energy into it?
Melvin looked down at his violin. It seemed that his strings were still vibrating and weeping. No, in fact, the resonance remained with him and all of them, not the violin. As musicians, they all had to realize it. Just now, the stage they showed off was a stage where they pulled out the maximum capacity they can do now, maybe even more.
Rowoon and Jace bowed toward the audience and slowly looked back at them. The smile on his face was so satisfying that it made the watching members laugh for no reason.
Heading from the stage to the backstage, the members started talking one by one.
“Hey, what is it? Why are you all doing so well today?”
“Looks like we just killed the stage. Right?”
“Didn’t you hear the cheers earlier? It’s the loudest thing I’ve ever heard during a music festival.”
“It’s so rewarding to go through such hardships.”
“I was really worried when I first said that I was going to join Rafi.”
“I was worrying for nothing, really.”
Everyone had a look of excitement on their faces. It was worth it. Not only was the performance itself enjoyable, but the reaction from the audience was also satisfactory. Everyone who came to see them today will start talking here and there about this special stage, and if they’re lucky, they might even get good results in the raccoon vote. No, it was obvious.
“great job. everyone!”
As we entered the waiting room, Heather waved and ran. She hugged each and every one of them with a worried look on her face.
“You guys really seem to be dragging out all your souls! Maybe that’s why you’re all burned out when you’re with me tomorrow!”
“Ha ha… maybe it really is. I have no strength in my body right now.”
“Oh, that can’t be. Today, before going to bed, eat a lot of pizza or whatever you make before going to sleep. so I can do my best tomorrow. No, that’s okay, everyone did a good job. I thought I was dying because I wanted to leave the stage too.”
When he said his final words, Heather wiped her smile and said with a very serious expression. Looking at such Heather, Rowoon could see that her insides were bubbling by now. It is not boiling over an open fire. Your hands will itch. I want to pour her music right now to that audience. I want her to feel the thrill and joy that they are feeling right now.
Rowoon sat down in his chair and looked at Heather.
“How was it? my playing.”
“Do you really need me to answer?”
“No, I already know the answer, but I want to hear it from a third person.”
“It was good.”
Heather shrugged and said. At least in this part, Heather had a style that didn’t bother to say empty words or hide her inner thoughts.
“Why would I want to go out on stage like this?”
“hehehe…”
As if that was enough, Rowoon leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes. okay. would have been nice Rowoon already knew that that would be all Heather could say.
It’s a song that I’ve had in my heart since I was young. A song that I thought that if I go out on stage someday and play it once, I would have no wish. Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2. The king of piano concertos, the most melancholy and at the same time the most hopeful piece in the world.
An item on his bucket list had just been accomplished. The item that I thought might remain on my bucket list forever, as an unsolvable homework.
“At this point in the raccoon voting, you can expect a ranking.”
“If this is not a ranking, what is a ranking?”
“······ Well, that’s true, but it’s a bit sarcastic to say that directly with your own mouth?”
“I think you will be saying the same thing tomorrow.”
“of course. It’s about a raccoon vote.”
Heather smirked and cut her throat with her thumb. Jace came over to them and leaned against the wall. He smiled dejectedly with a tired expression on his face.
“I have to do this again tomorrow.”
“······What. Jace. Why do you have such a tired attitude?”
“No, I am tired now. But don’t worry. I’ll be completely refreshed tomorrow.”
“You did well today, but tomorrow you have to do better than today. I’ll buy you donuts. okay?”
“hahahaha… I’ll try.”
“Well, it seems that hard work alone is not enough!”
It was when Heather and Jace were bickering like that. Rowoon looked at Heather as if he had just remembered.
“Oh right. What did you ask for?”
“……Ah, that. here. I recorded it properly.”
Heather handed Rowoon his Walkman. Rowoon looked down at the Walkman for a moment, then put it in his pocket. Although I wanted to hear Rachmaninov’s evaluation right now, I still wanted more to enjoy this modest victory with his friends.
It was a song that I had cherished for the rest of my life.
Fortunately, Rowoon seemed to be able to like this song in the future.
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