In a world where Schubert has disappeared, Rowoon wakes up alone.
‘·······.’
And again, it’s bittersweet.
Of course, it was because Rowoon already knew the outcome of the two. Schubert is unable to connect with her. Before seeing the fruit of love, his life is coming to an end.
‘How come there is no smooth life? everyone.’
Looking at them, it was the memories that made Rowoon feel more frustrated. But because of that, Rowoon’s performance was able to have a difference because he accepted all of the myriad stories that each of their songs had.
‘It would be nice if I could unlock the composition journal all the way to the end…’
It was impossible as long as we decided to play only one movement. Rowoon sorted out Schubert’s mind that he had seen. The joy, anxiety, gratitude and sorry he felt. Elevation and depression. all those things.
And, the next day, Eric immediately felt something different.
“……Did you practice hiding behind me?”
“No way.”
“But did you get this much better overnight?”
“Ah, now that I think about it, it seems like we practiced in a dream. I guess that worked.”
“What nonsense…”
Eric made a puzzled expression. Rowoon’s performance was definitely not bad yesterday, but today was different from yesterday.
The tempo, the accent, and the confidence contained in all of those things were different. Yesterday’s Rowoon felt like he was contemplating how to play this, but today’s Rowoon felt like he already understood what kind of performance he should play.
‘I recognized it during the Raccoon stage, but…’
Certainly, the expression ‘genius’ really suited this young junior by his side.
It seems that his feelings were buried in his eyes looking at Rowoon. Rowoon looked at Eric with a slightly puzzled expression.
“What are those sad eyes?”
“······no. nothing.”
It was a topic that I didn’t want to keep thinking about, nor did I want to bring it up. However, the more he practiced, the more Eric became more conscious of the subject and realized it. Of course, Rowoon’s performance, leading Eric’s performance, gave more and more specific directions to them, so they ran so fast,
That’s why I thought it was too much for a moment to even follow,
“wait for a sec.”
He left the practice room with a short, scream-like word.
Rowoon didn’t even have a chance to ask him why. Eric quickly left, only to stare at the door in a daze for a moment.
‘what?’
It was Heather who answered the question, no, hinted at the answer. Almost immediately after Eric left, she entered the practice room and put on a sullen expression.
“Hey, why have you grown so much?”
“Was it enough to say that?”
“huh. How can it be compared to yesterday? But where did Eric go?”
“I just left. I’m going to rest for a while.”
“hmm. okay?”
Heather looked like she knew where it was. In fact, it was because she was in the same situation as she was running away from Jungwoo’s practice room.
“There are times when you just want to rest.”
she muttered. Rowoon was about to ask what that meant, but then stopped. It was because I felt like I shouldn’t have asked that.
“Anyway, this mission won’t be too difficult. Well, it may not be a perfect performance, but that’s because other kids will have similar conditions.”
“Kids with a lot of briquette music experience are rare.”
“But where are you, I know that the Michigan kids actually have briquette club kids. Among the kids, word was already going around that they would win first place, right?”
“Hmm… is that so?”
To be honest, there is no immediate merit to be gained by winning first place, so there is no need to dwell too much on it, but it was a nerve-wracking news in many ways.
“Oh, I am tired. I just want to disappear like this.”
“Where do you want to disappear to?”
“To the land of chocolate and marshmallows?”
“Sounds like diabetes land.”
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“There are only four days left.”
Heather sighed.
“I don’t want to boil porridge again.”
And compared to her, Jungwoo seems to be adapting to briquettes quite quickly, Heather grumbled. And looking at that header, Rowoon thought maybe he would understand why Eric ran out of the room.
“You will do well.”
“Isn’t it too formal consolation?”
“Just because it’s formal doesn’t mean it doesn’t contain sincerity.”
Rowoon shrugged.
“I have already heard enough of what you have been playing. And I know that there are few people who can play better than you in this competition.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be careful? Is the camera running over there?”
“I’m not lying, is there anything I should be careful about?”
Heather smiled at Rowoon’s words. It was a relatively small and blurry smile compared to when he first came in, but rather it was a smile that had a deeper sincerity.
“… Well, first of all, thank you.”
“If you’re grateful, do well. When this mission is over, don’t take the bus back home.”
“Heh, don’t worry. Because that will never happen. At least it won’t be my fault.”
“Then what?”
Heather left the practice room with a relatively brighter atmosphere compared to when she first entered the room. And it was not long after that. Eric is back. He had a pretty resolute expression on his face, as if he had promised something.
“I waited. sorry. Let’s practice.”
“······If you want to rest more, you can rest. are you okay?”
“I’ve had enough rest.”
So now I don’t want to rest anymore. After saying that, Eric put his butt next to Rowoon. And he looked at Rowoon as if to tell him to hurry up. Rowoon smiled at Eric like that, and soon started practicing again.
It was two days later. Their performance scored 60 points, and Rowoon obtained a performance log.
And, the first airing date of ‘The Musicians’ is approaching.
＜ Two pianists (4) ＞
＜ On the screen (1) ＞
“Wow, nervous.”
Mila muttered. on the sofa. She was reading SNS reactions about The Musicians, which will be aired soon, while fiddling with her phone. Anton glanced at Mila and asked.
“How does it feel?”
“Anyway, the people who are already commenting feel like they were classical music fans from the beginning? These people are half expecting and half worried. It’s nice to see a broadcast dealing with classical music appear, but I feel like I’m wondering if it can turn out well.”
“I know. Can it work out?”
“well.”
Mila snapped her long fingers and thought. It was to reflect on the amount of filming they had done so far. To be precise, it was closer to reminiscing about the stages they performed rather than reminiscing about the shooting.
“If you look at each one, there are many good stages, but… well. I don’t know what the editing will be like, and I don’t know how much it can capture the hearts of people who aren’t interested in it.”
“Still, wouldn’t the opera be a different story?”
“why?”
“In terms of popularity… rather, there is a feeling that opera doesn’t feel that far away, right?”
“Hmm, yes. In a way, there is no such feeling.”
At least, celebrities participated in opera, so it was relatively easy to secure popularity. It could be seen that the position was subtly different from that of orchestras and soloists.
“Wow, but I must have come out pretty, right? Doesn’t it look really weird on screen?”
“What are you worried about?”
“Is that what you are most concerned about? I don’t want to have a dark history.”
Saying that, Mila examined my face with a hand mirror. If you come and look at your face now, it won’t change what was already recorded. Anton looked at his watch while thinking that.
20 minutes until the broadcast.
“Oh, everyone is gathered.”
It was around that time that Rowoon appeared. Mila waved her hand at Rowoon and patted the seat next to me.
“Oh, Rowoon. come fast. Are you starting soon?”
“Hmm…”
It was the moment when Rowoon was about to sit next to Mila. Heather passed him and casually sat beside Mila. And naturally, he took a high-five stance.
“Hello?”
“Oh, uh, hello. So, the name is…”
“Heather! I said hello last time, did you forget? too bad.”
“hahahaha, sorry. I can’t remember the name very well.”
“Oh, it’s okay. I’m good at it. Mila, right?”
“huh.”
“You’re not saying that I sat instead of Rowoon, right? I want to get to know you.”
“of course. sit down. sit down.”