People who knew that Jungwoo collapsed on stage last year looked at him with concern.
Maybe he will collapse again on this spot. You may not be able to handle the weight of the stage again.
Jungwoo knew the meaning of the gaze reaching me. It pressed down on his shoulder again.
but,
‘I’m used to it.’
Jungwoo raised his finger. The gaze always contains suspicion. I’d rather be happy with that. At least it doesn’t contain any malice.
A pianist has to live with this weight for the rest of his life. I shouldn’t have seen him prostrate himself on the floor saying he couldn’t handle it.
So, play.
On a stage where nothing like the sky can be seen, looking up at the spotlight,
Debussy, Moonlight.
‘Han Jeong-woo…’
In the waiting room, Rami accidentally brought her finger to her lips without a cigarette. As much as he remembered Han Jeong-woo in the past, he knew how unlike Han Jeong-woo this challenge was now.
Han Jeong-woo was a typical virtuoso pianist. A pianist who plays difficult songs quickly, accurately, and avant-garde. To be honest, he was a pianist who could not escape the reputation of being famous thanks to his performance even if things went well if he went on as it is.
But he plays Debussy. That too Clair de Lune, Moonlight.
Moonlight was never something to be said for being a technically crafty song. Of course, it was difficult to properly pinpoint that sensibility, but it was not a matter of technique. Rather, intuitive control and emotion on the piano were more important.
It is what everyone said that Han Jeong-woo is relatively lacking.
‘Yes, tell me. to people Han Jeong-woo is no longer the old hair quality.’
Rami pulled the corners of her mouth.
‘Now I can capture you guys.’
There is no way that Rami’s inner feelings were conveyed to Jungwoo.
However, even so, Jungwoo responded to Rami’s wishes.
The way to sweetly play the moonlight is simple. All I had to do was to finely tune the difference between piano and forte, dynamics, pushing and pulling the beat, and using rubato soon. At the moment of doing so, the melody of moonlight curls around the body of the audience, bending and straightening like a snake.
‘It’s a performance like moonlight pouring down…’
‘I didn’t feel like this when I visited this person’s stage before.’
‘Young pianists like this. That I grow every time I see it.’
‘Has the incident of last year been a turning point in many ways?’
Everyone in the audience, without exception, had a languid smile on their lips. It was a performance that made people emotional and made them happy.
It was the same with Rowoon.
‘different.’
Moonlight is a song that even amateurs can play without difficulty. A song at a level that anyone with good visual acuity can play without making a big mistake even if they just read the sheet music and play it for the first time.
However, if they listen to Jungwoo’s performance now, they will all think. It’s possible to play moonlight, but it seems like it would be really difficult to beat it like this no matter how much time you put into it. The sound of the performance itself seems to glow softly like moonlight, expressing such a beautiful tone… From the beginning, people who can and can’t be decided.
Some of the audience, who had been smiling, were now wiping away tears. Some of them were crying and a little puzzled inside. why are you crying Moonlight is a lyrical song, but not to the point of being sad. But why are their eyes shedding tears of their own accord?
There were those who were not familiar with the small gift of pure musical pleasure.
“…….”
Some people are enjoying the sweetness of this moment more than anyone else.
Rowoon was like that. Rowoon’s eyes were wet, as if he would cry at any moment. You could say that I’m glad Jungwoo is standing tall again, but honestly, that’s only part of the reason.
I felt the adrenaline welling up. Every cell in his body came to life and howled. yes, this is it Do you hear it? You were born to give this kind of sound to the world. enter that world get to that stage Sit on stage, not in the audience.
‘Good job playing the piano.’
Rowoon gritted his teeth and smiled. His eyes wide open and he followed Jeong-woo, his fingers. If I hadn’t been a pianist, would I have felt this way after listening to this? Could I have known that having someone to chase is such a thrill, so exciting yet thrilling?
When Debussy’s Moonlight ended, it seemed that dawn had come to Raccoon Hall. Like at dawn when everyone is asleep, people were looking at Jungwoo with their eyes wide open. Feeling the atmosphere of such an audience, Rowoon clenched his fists again.
‘Certainly, I’m behind.’
He’s a year older than him and has more experience, so it’s no wonder he’s a few steps ahead of Rowoon. In fact, Jungwoo has recently been in a slump, isn’t he someone who had been called a genius before that?
But still angry. It’s a pleasant fire. Anger that makes life feel real, that seems to tell us what to burn this life toward.
The song that followed Debussy’s moonlight was Schumann. Piano Sonata No. 1. A piece composed of four movements, released anonymously by Schumann.
Schumann thought of himself as a novelist as much as he thought of himself as a musician. A musician who can be described as a true bard who cannot discuss the superiority of any other romantic musician, including Liszt, when it comes to incorporating narrativity into his songs.
Through Schumann’s song, Jung-woo seemed to appeal. His voice rang every time he moved from movement to movement. Please don’t see me as the old Han Jeong-woo anymore.
I can sing now to have a voice He could be a full-fledged pianist.
I don’t know. Jungwoo and Rowoon were not in exactly the same situation. Jungwoo was in a slump, and Rowoon was just walking downhill without ever shining.
Nevertheless, Rowoon thought that he could understand Jungwoo. No, it was like that from the beginning. A brother with stage fright. A pianist who faints on stage and cannot easily practice in front of others. Rowoon’s heart went to such an ugly person.
‘It must have been projected on me. Maybe.’
So now, when Jungwoo’s voice fills the raccoon hall with more beautiful sounds than ever before, Rowoon would be excited without even realizing it. You will be thrilled, delighted, and at the same time feeling a deeper thirst and hunger than ever before.
I can be that way too.
It should be away.
What followed Schumann’s sonata was Liszt’s La Campanella. A song from Paganini’s Transcendental Technique Etude. It is an indispensable masterpiece when discussing Liszt’s transcendent technique, and in a way, it is a song that perfectly suits the image of a pianist named Han Jung-woo.
In fact, it was an encore song that Jungwoo liked to play on stage from the past. However, Jungwoo is not playing this song with the same mindset he had then. It’s not just that he stood on stage with such a young heart, boasting that he can easily play such complex and difficult songs.
Rather the opposite.
I’m not the same anymore
Even when playing virtuoso pieces, do not rely on virtuosity.
There is no need for that.
— If you want to surprise people, go to the circus, not the stage. Become a clown, not a pianist. is that what you want
Han Seok-hun once said that to Han Jeong-woo. What did Jungwoo say back then? I don’t know. Maybe that wasn’t a very logical answer. I think he just said something defiant and aggressive. To defend himself, to somehow leave even a visible wound in Han Seok-hoon’s heart.
‘I’m going to be a pianist. father.’
Han Jeong-woo had an expression that looked like he was about to burst into tears at any moment. No, actually he was crying. It was sad. Why did I come to this performance only now? Why did you just start playing like this?
I wish it was a little faster.
If only I had looked at music as music a little earlier.
If only I could have come to the stage, not the circus.
The deeper the regret, the more delicately his fingers pointed out the keys. Shout out to the world through the voice of the list. Oh, I’m a pianist. It is no longer Pierrot. The mask is off. look at my face how is it. Have you become a very pianist?
Numerous questions are pouring in. The answer doesn’t come back, but it doesn’t matter. He was asking a question that had already been answered.
And, when the last sound of La Campanella sounded like that,
When the people who had been still for a long time belatedly handed applause and cheers to Jungwoo, perhaps regretting the silence,
Rowoon slowly pressed and released the Walkman’s record button.
definitely saved.
Jeongwoo Han. his playing.
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Rowoon stood up. stood up and applauded. A quiet excitement took over his body. My body was itching to do something right now.
I want to make Jungwoo’s performance his own. I want to steal all of this expressiveness and plant it in his performance.
‘I won’t be able to use the sync function right now, but…’
However, in the case of Debussy’s moonlight, it didn’t seem like it would take that long to reach 60 performance points. Especially since the length of the song itself is not that long.
In many ways, it was a little regretful that I would inevitably have a little look into Jungwoo’s life. Once Jung-woo knew it, it wouldn’t be a welcome story. However, what Rowoon had to protect was not the duty of a friend, but the duty of a musician. And to keep that duty, Rowoon could not be negligent in front of all opportunities to grow.
“…… Whoa.”
As the crowd slipped away, Heather slumped back in her seat. She must have seen Jung-woo’s performance once before, but that doesn’t seem to have softened her impression of this stage.
“That person is definitely above me. I have to admit it.”
“……Looks like Jungwoo hyung is handsome. Are you saying all that?”
Rowoon nodded as if he was a little surprised. When Heather talked about how Rowoon was better than her, Heather described Rowoon as a ‘different’ pianist. Nonetheless, when expressing Jungwoo, it’s all the same. It was an unconventional choice of words in many ways.
“I’m good too, and you’re good too.”
Heather said, rubbing her nose.
“I won’t say that Jungwoo oppa is better than us. But it is true that it has gone further.”
Perhaps, in Heather’s head, it was a matter of deciding whether to be good or not, not just the present, but also the potential of the future. Rowoon suddenly became curious and asked.
“Then, who is Rami?”
“……Is that a question?”
Heather laughed as if it were absurd. But he quickly erased his smile and muttered in a quiet voice.
“The same way I feel for Jungwoo oppa, shouldn’t Jungwoo oppa feel for Rami unnie?”
Rami is such a monster. Heather declared in such a quiet voice. In a way, it was a natural story. Because now Rami was the most famous person in the conservatory. Among the seniors about to graduate, there was no one as famous as Rami.
Rowoon and Heather left the audience. And he was thinking of going to the waiting room to say hello to Jung-woo, but he stopped and said “Ugh” when he saw Jung-woo already suffering from a crowd of dozens of people. Heather and Rowoon looked at each other.
“……Shall we go back?”
“OK.”
The two didn’t think long. On the way back, Heather grunted.
“I think there are several times more people than we did…”
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An hour after Jungwoo’s performance, another performance was held at the Raccoon Hall. It was Rami’s performance.