Rowoon’s mind was clearly set. All that was left was what to prepare before appearing on the show.
‘Beethoven’s blessing is not something I can have just because I want it.’
Beethoven’s Blessing. Absolute pitch for the deaf. What Beethoven discussed as a condition for his unlock was to write a song that touched his heart.
‘Of course, I’m not asking you to write something comparable to the songs of the masters. No matter how much it is, even Beethoven, that picky person, wouldn’t know that that’s an unreasonable demand… then.’
You have to show potential. He must reveal his talent as a composer and move Beethoven’s heart. But how? How can I do it?
One thing’s for sure, it was that I couldn’t stop being conscious of composing in my daily life.
‘I honestly never seriously thought about becoming a composer…’
It was unavoidable because I couldn’t play at all right now. However, if you think about it, all musicians, including Beethoven, eventually left his name as a song. If Rowoon also really wants to see the end of this road, it could be seen that it was inevitable in a way that he also set his eyes on composing.
And excluding Beethoven’s blessing, strengthening basic skills through songs such as Hanon or Stravinsky. There was a level of enhancing a more intuitive understanding of music.
‘Maybe the level of pitch rises faster than the level of performance, right?’
The playing level is 7, and the pitch level is 6. Originally, the higher the level, the more difficult it was to advance one step further, and I thought it didn’t make sense to just play well when the sense of pitch didn’t support it.
First of all, Rowoon practiced listening for him. And he realized that the change that he had been thinking about until now had become clear.
‘······The sense of pitch has become two.’
There are two types of pitch. Absolute pitch and relative pitch. If absolute pitch is the sense of pitch that accurately reads the frequency of a sound and pinpoints its name, relative pitch is the sense of pitch that reads the interval between notes.
The important thing is that most people only have one of the two, absolute pitch and relative pitch, but it’s not that common to have both.
‘It’s probably because of the eye for music that Bach-nim gave me.’
Being able to understand music visually means that you can absolutely grasp the location of the notes.
‘I need to know how to use my sense of sound properly.’
It is said that people who have both absolute and relative pitch usually focus more on one of the two. It was similar to not being able to see both far and near things clearly at the same time.
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But Rowoon wanted to make both of them his own. And I knew it would be possible. In the world of Bach, which I peeped through the journal, Bach’s sense of pitch was clearly feeling and capturing every single note that flowed into his ears.
Ahead of the broadcast, Rowoon was developing his abilities step by step. But, of course, that didn’t mean he lived a life that knew nothing but music.
If you just live as a musician, if you don’t take care of your life as a human being, your ability as a musician will inevitably be limited. Rowoon made that decision, and so, as it is now…
“yes?”
I was facing Lina’s wide-eyed face.
“Oppa, then go to TV?”
“huh. I think so.”
“wow! me too! I want to go too!”
“Lina can’t. Didn’t I tell you not to bully Ron?”
Lina grabbed Rowoon’s crotch and stretched out. Lina’s mother, Sophia, smiled and touched Lina’s cheek. Lina lowered her head as if in pain and pursed her lips.
“······Lina can go to the show too······.”
“okay. okay. can go out But then you should practice the piano more, right?”
“I’m sick from practicing… but my fingers are short…. How are you?”
“It will get long soon. Do not worry?”
“yes······.”
No matter what expression Lina makes.
Whether she puffed out her cheeks, pursed her lips, or frowned and flushed her cheeks, Sophia’s gaze toward Lina was warm.
That would be the mother’s gaze. That would be the mother’s face and expression. There are so many mothers in the world that it’s hard to count, but Rowoon couldn’t help but realize that a longer time had passed than he thought, perhaps because he didn’t fully realize the existence of that ‘mother’.
So Rowoon couldn’t help but look at Sofia as if he were possessed by something, like someone who had discovered something he had been chasing all his life. And Sophia tilted her head and looked at Rowoon.
“What’s wrong? theory?”
“……Ah, I’m sorry. Sophia. I hope you are looking at Lina so lovingly.”
“Are you my beloved daughter? right?”
“Yeah, that’s right.”
Sophia looked down at Lina and smiled, and Lina looked at Sophia and smiled. There was complete trust in each other, love, will, and a perfect relationship without any impurities mixed in. And looking at those two, seeing that beautiful mother and daughter, Rowoon felt his heart warm and hurt at the same time.
‘······mom.’
Like this, there were times when I missed her deeply.
No, actually, I always missed her. But knowing that, it would be fair to say that he was deliberately not thinking about her any more. However, there were scattered elements in life that could stimulate the keyword ‘mother’, and when faced with such a moment, Rowoon had no answer other than to miss and be in pain.
The reason Rowoon was invited to Lina’s house and Sophia’s house was probably because Rowoon’s true intentions were evident. Whenever he saw Lina and Sophia being friendly, Rowoon looked sad even while smiling, and Sophia did not leave Rowoon alone.
“By the way, are you ready? Going on a broadcast… might be a lot harder than I thought. It’s pretty scary when people I don’t know know all about me that hundreds or even tens of millions of people might see them…”
“… you talk in great detail.”
“I worked in Hollywood for a while. as a model.”
“ah······.”
“Then, after marrying my husband, I must have just tired of the entertainment world, although I retired after opening a flower shop.”
“You must have been having a hard time.”
“Yes, very much.”
Sophia said that and smiled.
“Of course, I don’t mean to scare you. I just want you to think well and do it. It is an irreversible choice.”
“The choice was made a long time ago.”
Rowoon smiled quietly and raised his finger.
“Ever since I decided to play the piano, it was inevitable to stand in front of the public. If I have to stand in front of the public anyway, I have to stand in front of as many people as possible.”
“awesome. confidence. Oh, would you like a glass of wine? Oh, are you still under?”
“······As far as I know, living is illegal, but drinking is not illegal.”
“Whoops, good.”
Sophia smiled happily and poured wine into Rowoon’s glass. Lina looked back at the two with a blank expression, then looked at Sophia with a desperate expression. Sofia squeezed Lina’s nose and said.
“Does Lina like grape juice?”
“yes! Joey!”
It’s been a while. Attending such a family dinner. To feel the strange atmosphere of being a mother.
And just like that, when the meal was over. While Lina dozed off, she grabbed Rowoon’s trousers and dragged him in front of the piano.
“Lina, practice a lot…!”
And after saying that, it was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star that Lina started playing. That’s only the right hand part, using both hands.
However, Rowoon somehow did not feel that the performance was lacking at all or that it was regrettable. Lina’s performance was so good that I wondered how much more beautiful this performance could be made.
‘Why?’
Rowoon asked himself while listening. If I ask him to play the same performance as Rina did, will his performance have the same beauty as Rina’s? Does it have that magical power that makes the listener smile?
no. It can’t be. Why is that? Before the performance even started, the performance was already over. There is a performance that cannot be caught up with experience, or rather, that cannot be imitated because of experience.
It may sound like bullsh*t, but that bullsh*t really pulled Rowoon’s trigger. The other day, while listening to Hanong’s performance, Lina said, ‘It’s not fun, but it’s fun.’ As if what he said had left a deep impression on him in many ways, Lina’s innocence, the way she played the keys without any calculations on the piano, seemed to Rowoon greater and more difficult than any genius.
So, when Lina smiled and looked back at Rowoon.
“how is it? action? right?”
“…”
Rowoon was unable to speak for a long time, and then, with a smile filled with something in his mouth, he must have slowly stroked Lina’s hair.
“huh. good.”
“really?”
“huh. so so so good I hope you continue to play like this in the future. If you do, you will become a great pianist. no······.”
Maybe I’m already a better pianist than he is. Rowoon wanted to say that, but couldn’t. Aside from whether Lina could understand that, she still couldn’t fully understand the feelings he was feeling right now.
That day, back at home, Rowoon played Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It was such an easy song that even a first glance could play it without any problems. No, maybe I was able to imitate well to some extent just by playing memorable notes without looking at the sheet music.
‘Beethoven. Hanong. you know? What am I feeling right now?’
Twinkle twinkle little star.
twinkle Twinkle Little Star.
How I wonder what you are!
it shines beautifully
That young and pretty song that decorates memories from childhood, is now put in the fingers that are no longer young.
Simple and intuitive, familiar yet unfamiliar melody.
What do you put on top of that melody? what do you grope what to find Perhaps the value of a pianist or a musician shines in this process.
The sound surrounds him. It is the sound of Lina, the sound of Mozart, and the sound of his childhood. A sound that cannot be imitated, and which can only be remembered.
Rowoon constantly listened to the sound coming from the boundary between reality and memory. There is something. That little star wants to tell him something. want to give The thought occupied him.
And it was by no means an empty delusion.
It was after a fortnight. Rowoon’s pitch level reached 7.
There were two months left before filming the broadcast.
＜ Spring Breeze (3) ＞ End
＜ How to prepare for a broadcast (1) ＞
“······The Musicians?”
“Yes, how are you?”
“Isn’t that too simple? Still, I think it would be nice to have a title that can catch the public’s attention to some extent. A little more intuitive, but…”