Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.
A sound that even a stranger to classical music could never know, and in a way that he had never known… filled the concert hall with the seasons of California.
And, when it’s Rami’s turn…
“······ramie.”
Eric groaned. It was a beautiful performance. It makes his heart tingle just by hearing it, and it completely shakes his soul, to the extent that he wonders if he is the same student.
I was angry. I couldn’t help but be angry. I dared to wonder what he liked about that woman. At least at this moment, Eric and Rami couldn’t be said to be the same student. They were not on the same line. To the point where I’m ashamed to say I like her.
It was because of that.
When the California Conservatory of Music was over,
When all sides are filled with applause,
Eric couldn’t help but bite his lip instead of clapping along with them.
“Roun.”
And he said it with his lips closed.
“huh. say.”
“Practice, I want to do it properly.”
Rather than a man in love, he wore the face of a pianist filled with resentment.
“I want to show you something too.”
The irony is that Rowoon liked Eric’s expression now more than ever.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
So Rowoon smiled.
“I have to show you. who we are.”
The contest isn’t over yet.
There is a chance.
＜ Two Pianists (1) ＞ End
＜ Two pianists (2) ＞
Of course, it was not only Rami who performed well that day.
Rami was clearly a violinist who had already surpassed the student level, but the music world was, as always, a place where non-standard monsters competed with each other.
In other words, it was not only Eric who had a sore butt.
“It was definitely wide. USA.”
Under the lighting board, in front of the camera, Rowoon said. It was a night when all the violin performances were over. It was also interview time. Even though he wasn’t even playing, Rowoon’s cheeks were somehow flushed.
“America is vast… I think it’s clear that this contest impressed Ron. Whose performance did you like so much?”
Harry asked, eyes twinkling. Rowoon shrugged.
“Um… I guess, when it comes to impact, I have no choice but to pick Rami noona.”
“Is it because of friendship?”
“no. Friendship is rather a negative factor here. If I hadn’t known Rami noona, and if I had listened to her play for the first time here today… I wouldn’t have been talking in such a calm voice.”
It might sound like over-exaggeration, but that was Rowoon’s sincerity. In fact, some people who heard Rami’s performance for the first time today even made faces that were mesmerized.
Simply put, the levels are different.
“If this were a competition between individuals rather than between schools, the winner in the violin category would have been already decided. It sounds like you’re saying it very carelessly, but well, I’m sure there aren’t any people I’ve interviewed before who have said something similar to me?”
Rowoon trembled and looked at Harry. Harry didn’t seem inclined to show his true feelings on his face, but he didn’t even have to read his feelings. It was an indisputable fact that Rami would lead the way, unless the other violinists suddenly developed skills that they didn’t have.
“great. I can tell you that your trust in Rami is certain. Now, what about yourself?”
“yes?”
“Among the pianists who came here, how much do you think Mr. Rowoon shines?”
Harry smiled mischievously. It’s about Rami, it’s about encouraging friends, so even so, it wouldn’t be so easy to talk about yourself.
However, unlike expectations, Rowoon did not worry for long.
“It’s embarrassing to say how much brighter it is, but I can be confident in one thing. Of all the people here, my performance will be the most colorful.”
Being humble may be a good thing to do. But Rowoon didn’t have to. If you were a giant, you would still look huge even if you bent your back, but if you were a dwarf, you had to straighten your back even a little to make it even taller. And Rowoon hasn’t grown enough yet.
Fortunately or unfortunately, Harry took an interest in Rowoon’s bravado.
“······Hoh, that’s a very different expression. It’s better, it’s not that there’s a higher level, it’s more colorful… Can you tell me in more detail?”
“When I look at a song, I try to make it my own by researching not only the composer’s image embedded in the song but also the historical background as much as possible.”
It was not wrong. In fact, the power of the Walkman’s journal function was roughly like that.
“And I think I’m quite talented in this area. I think the reason why my Turkish march was able to achieve good results this time was because the judges recognized that part of me.”
“It’s a performance faithful to the intention of the song… is this it?”
“I would like to say that it is a performance that tries to reproduce even the lost parts that many people may have forgotten now. Otherwise, it would have ended with a common, standard performance. I wouldn’t have done well today.”
That too was true. To be honest, rather than Rowoon conducting a separate investigation, this was also fed by Walkman, but in any case, it was true that Rowoon’s performance was well reviving the sensibility of the original song that had been blurred in history.
After that, the interviews continued briefly. And when the interview was over, Harry quietly opened his mouth as he watched Rowoon remove the microphone.
“theory. What are you hoping for in this competition?”
“······This seems like the question you asked the other day?”
“I was in front of the camera then, and now…”
Harry pointed at the camera, which was turned off. It won’t be aired, so try to bring out your true heart once.
But Rowoon hesitated. The second question was whether or not there is a hidden camera in this place. What to expect from this competition. Rowoon, what is he hoping for?
“Popular.”
“It’s popular…”
“I can’t express it other than that. It’s hard to explain anything more.”
“No need to explain. Because I already fully understood.”
For a moment, Rowoon put on a puzzled expression. Even Rowoon himself isn’t quite sure what he wants from this tournament, so how can Harry say he understands?
Before Rowoon could ask about him, Harry raised a finger.
“But if that’s really what you want, Ron, remember this one thing.”
“······What is it?”
“It’s not the winners that the public remembers.”
It was a direct confrontation with the old adage that history belongs to the victors.
But there was no hesitation in Harry’s voice when he said that. That would be the case, because what they are trying to get their hands on right now is not history, but the public.
The laws of history and the laws of the masses are different.
“The public remembers the protagonist.”
“…”
“It’s Rowoon’s job to think about what he has to do to become the main character.”
As if he had said all he had to say, Harry opened the door himself. It was a gentlemanly celebration. Rowoon left the interview room without being able to erase his shy expression.
‘······The main character.’
He seemed to understand why Harry said that. So Rowoon had no choice but to ask another question.
Will he look like the main character now?
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‘well.’
It did win first place in Mozart’s Turkish March. However, can we really say that Rowoon’s impact through that song is greater than that of Jungwoo, who played Chopin, or Rami, who played Vivaldi?
The fact that he could not give a clear answer to that was proof that the main character’s position had not yet belonged to Rowoon.
But now was not the time to think about it. Rowoon thought as he looked down at the sheet music for the briquette and piano duet that Eric had handed him.
‘I like briquettes more than duo, but…’
For one thing, Mozart was excluded. It was after they had already shown Mozart’s Turkish March. If possible, I wanted to show other musicians playing. I was thinking about what Harry just said.
Hero. To become the main character, at least I had to avoid showing the same image all the time. Because the main character’s virtue lies in change.
‘Considering that Eric tends towards classicism…’
It was just when Rowoon’s eyes were about to be fixed on a certain piece of music. A friendly voice came from my ear.
“yo. this.”
“… is it you?”
It was Mila. Contrary to her lively voice, Mila, who looked tired as if she was going to collapse at any moment, hung herself on the backrest of the sofa like laundry.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking about the next week’s mission song… What are you really doing? Tomorrow is the stage for cello and opera.”
“The preparations are over. I need to prepare something else. now.”
“······this?”
Rowoon pointed to his head. Mila smiled and nodded.
“huh. that.”
“······For some reason, I have a feeling that talking to you right now will put me under stress in many ways.”
“Do you have a good feeling about it?”
“normally?”
“Then don’t worry. I am not an ordinary woman.”
So it was a story that seemed like it would be stressful. But Mila laughed shamelessly. She hadn’t even thought that their appearances were now being recorded on a permanent camera in the break room, and that Harry, who saw this soon, would decorate something with twinkling eyes.