To put it more intuitively, it was more like a feeling that he was making better use of all the blessings he had been given.
Gregor muttered quietly as he looked at Rowoon.
“······Something suddenly becomes embarrassing. After entering the conservatory, I don’t think I’ve progressed any further. Right now, you didn’t even go to the music festival, let alone the raccoon stage.”
Sometimes when Gregor or other friends would say something like that, Rowoon didn’t know what to say in return. ‘Are you doing well enough?’ I know you’re already not doing well, but is that comforting to say that?
In the first place, did Rowoon think Gregor was doing well enough? To be honest, it wasn’t like that. I didn’t think he wasn’t living right, but even so, I thought Gregor could have gone far enough.
So Rowoon had no choice but to say this.
“Then we must go further.”
“okay. know. But that’s just it. After all, it was where it was.”
“You saw me sitting still for years.”
So, there is nothing wrong with standing still for a moment, Rowoon said of a wish he himself was not sure about yet. I hope that will be of some consolation.
Fortunately, Gregor was not depressed for long. He smiled and put his hand on the piano. He spoke in an attitude and voice as if he were entrusting the lover he loved.
“You eat this year.”
“Can I eat it?”
“That performance, as long as it makes me feel what I felt, is enough.”
It may not be a better performance than anyone else, but I think I will be able to perform on a stage that is more memorable than anyone else. Gregor said so.
He was a good friend in many ways. Regardless of his own sluggishness, when he told Rowoon he liked your performance, there was no pretense or lies in his voice. He was a friend who sincerely admired and supported his music.
Of course, there were friends like that, but there were also friends who had a completely different color from him.
Who is it? first······.
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Heather is a no-nonsense person.
When you meet a person, when you see her smiling as if she has no ill will toward the other person, people will easily fall in love with her, regardless of gender or age.
So, maybe people who see the header of Time Alone will be surprised in many ways. It’s only natural that she doesn’t bother to smile when no one’s around, but her smile disappears and her face looks tired in many ways.
“······under.”
Heather sighed. She was also on the stage of the music festival, and her performances were also on the raccoon stage. But she still felt that something was missing. growth did. I did but…
‘I can’t satisfy my hunger.’
It’s hard to pinpoint what to say. But I think it could be prettier. The music she wants is not like this, it has a prettier, more delicate resonance, a more appealing voice, and she picks it up and puts it down with a violent grip on the souls of the audience, but the music that blooms from her fingertips is not. .
I went up the raccoon stage. People give it a thumbs up. It’s amazing that a freshman went up there. okay. know. That there is no place to go higher than here in the music festival.
but so?
Have I been holding onto the piano to go on the raccoon stage?
no. There is something else. Heather was happier than ever when she learned how to incorporate the composer’s life into her performance from Rowoon.
practice room. Heather had already been quiet for about thirty minutes without touching the keyboard. This is the moment I hate the most when playing the piano. When you feel that there is no room for anything to change even if you practice more.
It is unavoidable. The music in her head is exactly this level, so if she plays more here, will the performance exceed what is in her head?
Of course, someone will say that you’re amazing enough just to be able to transfer the performance in your head to your fingers. And Heather enjoyed the praise for a while. However, if you listen to even that for a few years, you will become calm at some point. What is praiseworthy to others is just the basics to her.
It was then. A knock rang out. I saw a familiar face at the door of the lesson room.
“······Rami sister?”
Rami opened the door and came in. She glanced around the classroom and smiled strangely.
“I came in for a while because it seemed like I was taking a break from practice, is it okay?”
“Ah, yes. are you okay. How did you get to the piano practice building?”
“Ah, there is a tape that Rowoon decided to lend him. I came here because I wanted to be here, but I’m not there.”
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“······Do you listen to songs on tape too?”
“Sometimes there are performances that are only recorded on tape. It’s like that too.”
“What are you playing?”
“Oh, you might as well know. Do you know Jinyoung Kim?”
“…Who are you?”
“Maybe I don’t know. I’m a pianist from Korea, and after wanting to make a name for myself for a while, I immediately turned to composing. Since I rarely do recitals anymore, it’s hard to call myself a pianist. Well, anyway, that person’s.”
I’m not quite sure why I’d be borrowing his tapes out of the blue, but it wasn’t Heather’s business for now. Heather asked with a smile.
“Your sister has a recital on the same day as Jungwoo oppa, right?”
“huh. This time, we’re doing them one after the other, so both can attend. You know what I mean?”
“yes. Should I go…?”
“Of course you should come! I’m going to yours too.”
“Hee hee, I’ll practice hard.”
Heather smiled. Rami looked down at Heather with a confused face, then reached out and pinched Heather’s cheek lightly.
“Don’t push yourself too hard. Don’t be greedy. Even if it’s not enough as it is right now, it’s not enough. know?”
“······yes?”
“It’s about understanding your heart. Anyway, my sister is leaving. Do you know where Rowoon went?”
“Ah, isn’t that……isn’t it eating?”
“Okay, then get some rest! See you later.”
Rami coolly left the lesson room. Heather murmured, absentmindedly caressing the cheek Rami pinched.
“… there’s only a year difference between them.”
How can that person be like a sister like that?
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“Now, here.”
“Ah, thank you. sister.”
“what. But why are you asking for this all of a sudden?”
“I will tell you later.”
Rowoon replied with a quiet smile. Rami watched Rowoon like that and then grinned.
“But yes, Rachmaninov, I will finally hear it tomorrow.”
“Iknow, right. I also want to hear Mendelssohn soon.”
“It would be good to hear. It will be a performance I will remember for the rest of my life.”
“hahahaha, I like her arrogance.”
“Because it’s not arrogance, it’s confidence?”
“Let’s do something like that.”
Rowoon naturally shrugged his shoulders. Then I taped the tape. On the top of the tape, this was written in marker. Jinyoung Kim, Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 2.
It was a story that happened to me while talking with Rami. In Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2, one of her favorite players is Jinyoung Kim.
There was no way Rowoon could just let those words go. He immediately asked her if she had the song, and she said that she also had it as a ‘tape’. It was a really good condition for Rowoon.
“Take good care of your condition. Don’t get a headache for nothing. Let me hear you play properly tomorrow. To the point where I’m dying.”
“I don’t think it would be really easy to kill my sister.”
“Wouldn’t it be harder than I thought? Anyway, I’m going do well.”
“yes.”
I don’t know what to do well, but for now, Rowoon nodded.
After Rami left, Rowoon looked down at Kim Jin-young’s Raffihyup #2 tape for a long time. He didn’t ask Rami for it simply because he was curious about how his father played a song like that.
The moment I reached playing level 7, among the things Walkman told me was this.
[ The blessing of great music is strengthened. ]
[ Now you can use the Judgment and Synchronize functions when playing back other people’s tapes. ]
It wasn’t such a kind explanation, but Rowoon seemed to already understand what it meant. So it was. He wanted more of Kim Jin-young’s tapes than the ones of Horowitz and Zimmerman. I wanted to play his tape.
Judgment and agreement.
The hesitation did not last long. Rowoon put the tape in. I put earphones in my ears. I pressed the play button and listened to the performance in suspense.
Rachmaninov Piano Concerto No. 2.
The sound of the song that had almost dominated his life recently poured out like a raging wave. I felt the thick suit enveloping my body, and the sweet smell lingered in my mouth. My head was heavy, throbbing, and painful at the same time. I felt sweaty all over my body, and I felt sick to my stomach.
And a voice was heard.
“Mr. Kim Jinyoung. Let’s break up.”
Kim Jin-young and Rowoon raised their heads. His mother was looking at him. With a face I had never shown him, with my eyes.
The time is August of 1993.
It was Seoul on a hot summer day.
＜ California Music Festival (22) ＞ End
＜ California Music Festival (23) ＞
she was pretty
I don’t know if it’s Rowoon’s impression or Kim Jin-young’s. Maybe it was both.
90’s. The old-fashioned make-up never looked tacky on that face. The eye shadow that covered her eyes, the overly curled hair, the wide-leg pants, and the T-shirt that barely showed her navel—everything suited her.
Perhaps it was because of the confidence in those eyes. The unfounded confidence that she could achieve anything she wanted overflowed from her eyes.
“……What are you talking about? Let’s break up.”