Jaden muttered.
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“There is no such thing as a perfect briquette. Few people are as assertive as pianists.”
Pianists are a family whose intuition is only resolved when they are always the main character. The position of the instrument itself was like that. Piano Concerto. solo. On all those stages, the pianist has no choice but to monopolize the spotlight.
Two such pianists gathered. They share one piano and one chair. divide the leading role It is for this reason that good briquette stages are rarely chosen.
No matter how much you make concessions, there is no choice but to come at a moment when you will insist on your own stubbornness. In that moment, the pianist follows his intuition. This way, the performance will be prettier, this is absolutely better, which is thoroughly subjective… but the very intuition that led them to that place.
No matter how much you try to fit each other through practice and pre-tuning, it’s safe to say that it’s impossible to completely eliminate that momentary conflict of intuition. The reason why the contestants who came out before Rowoon and Eric didn’t have a big impact compared to their confidence was in that respect. The stronger the confidence, the stronger the stubbornness.
“PD-nim, can you get this?”
“…”
At Assistant’s words, Harry smiled silently. Rowoon, every time he stood in front of the camera, one way or another, he made a good scene.
“Is it because I like my skills…”
“No, that’s not it.”
Harry opened his mouth quietly. Looking at Rowoon’s fingers on the screen, his eyes were burning so hot that it seemed a little dangerous.
“It’s not a question of skill, it’s a question of attitude.”
“Attitude?”
“That attitude of liking music and not knowing what to do. That stubbornness to want to make even a little prettier music. He’s not keen on expressing himself, that friend. Not even begging for recognition. Aside from that, I’m just thinking about how to best make that stage right now.”
That’s why Rowoon can devote himself to Eric to such an extent. There must have been other music that Rowoon wanted to pursue, but as soon as I made the decision that matching it to Eric would yield better results, I gave up my greed right away.
‘It’s not that greedy people are bad, but even so… Ron’s appearance like that definitely makes him a character.’
Did he properly engrave the advice he left before, ‘You must become the main character’? Or, apart from that, is the fundamental substance he possesses like this?
Harry thought the answer might be the latter. Originally, charm didn’t come from imitating. Rowoon just puts his whole heart into music. As a pianist and a fan of classical music, he is always serious in every moment.
And that brings him one step closer to being the main character.
“good night······.”
Mila muttered. 1 year. If it’s long, it’s long, but if it’s short, it’s a short time. It is usually not enough to realize the flow of time.
However, I thought that 1 year was a completely different year for Rowoon. Every time his fingers moved, whenever his music-soaked eyes gazed at the spotlight-lit piano and the darkness where nothing could be seen, Rowoon’s presence seemed to cover the stage and even dominate the audience.
‘Was he able to play such a weighty performance?’
I wondered if the expression that people look different is used in this case. Although she did not major in piano, Mila is also a musician. He was well aware of what Rowoon was doing in that briquette and how difficult the ‘center’ he was holding was.
So, for a moment, she was terrified.
Since I hadn’t seen Rowoon for a year, I didn’t have a chance to naturally get used to his terrifying growth, so Rowoon’s current appearance was telling Mila in many ways. How unfair time is.
‘decomposition.’
Mila gripped the armrests of her chair tightly, causing her arms to tremble. Since there is no guarantee how long she will be able to sing, she decided to just focus on enjoying the moment.
But Rowoon’s change, his growth, made her think of things she had neglected for a very long time. Up there, the stages I was determined to climb at any time, the roles I thought I would win.
The camera didn’t miss Mila. Biting her lips, trembling, as if facing some kind of lifelong enemy, Mila stared at Rowoon… no, the stage.
But Mila didn’t even care if I was caught in the camera lens. The stage that Rowoon could see now was itself a kind of revelation. It can overturn all the common sense that she insisted on, and break her daily life.
Well, it was 5 minutes.
“…”
“······Crazy bastards.”
“You can make briquettes this far in a week? Is this possible?”
“Roun got everything right, for Eric.”
“Isn’t it almost impossible to match like that?”
“Well, that’s… that’s right.”
“How are the California Conservatory guys doing together…”
“Couldn’t those guys be number one this time too?”
“I don’t think it’s strange, though…”
Everyone has already started predicting the winner. Although they were only talking about this mission in words, in fact, they already had such thoughts in their hearts. I wonder if the winner of the piano department this time has been revealed to some extent.
“… can’t you lose?”
And Jungwoo shrugged as he looked back at Heather. I knew Rowoon and Eric were pretty confident, but I didn’t expect them to perform at this level. Regardless of their individual skills, it was because briquettes were inherently a field that always left something unsatisfactory even after long hours of practice.
“Those bastards, although we don’t usually get along that well…”
“I know. Listening to this performance now, who would think that the two aren’t close? I am······.”
＜＜ Everyone, please calm down. ＞＞
It was then. Jennifer’s voice spread over the noisy crowd. The students seemed to have a lot to say about the performance, but only stayed silent after Jennifer asked them to be quiet twice more.
＜＜ ······Before they started playing, they showed quite a confident attitude. Music will talk through music, was it? If I told my friends that a college student said that, everyone would be busy laughing. Honestly, when I heard that, I didn’t have the desire to do that either. ＞＞
＜＜ By the way······ Um······. ＞＞
＜＜ Yes. I have to admit it honestly. I don’t want to laugh anymore. ＞＞
＜＜ It was an impressive performance. I will speak through music, I have the right to speak. the two of you ＞＞
As soon as Jennifer had finished her words, a whistling sound was heard from the crowd. Jennifer glared at the student for a moment, but then burst out laughing and shook her head.
After Jennifer, Jayden opened his mouth. Of course, the words he spoke were not too different from Jennifer’s. However, among the words he left, this one was quite impressive.
＜＜ I would like to ask for the premiere of my song someday. ＞＞
It may be a little too pretentious to hand it to those who haven’t even gotten off the amateur label yet. However, why did that sound like a sincere expression rather than a pretense?
Perhaps Jeff’s words will answer that question.
＜＜ Regardless of the score, I’d like to thank you two. ＞＞
＜＜ Today you showed me. ＞＞
Jeff was smiling, which was rare.
＜＜ What is the reason we do music? ＞＞
＜ On the screen (4) ＞ End
＜ On the screen (5) ＞
“The reason you do music is that you express it grandiosely.”
Heather muttered. Jungwoo replied without taking his eyes off Rowoon and Eric.
“But I think I understand why you expressed it that way… don’t you too?”
“yes.”
Heather nodded.
“Annoyingly, I understand.”
In fact, what Heather had been learning from Rowoon was always like that. Her longing for and affection for the piano, which she often forgets about why she is doing music.
That’s why when you see Rowoon, you become even more curious. He seems to still have that heart of that time without missing it at all.
“brother.”
“huh?”
“I think I like it. music?”
“…”
It may sound like a ridiculous question, but Jungwoo wasn’t unaware that it wasn’t so light. So he was troubled. I thought and answered.
“huh.”
“…what about it?”
“In terms of asking these questions.”
“But the question is, anyone can do it.”
“Anyone can do it, but no one does.”
And that’s proof that you like music, and Jungwoo didn’t have to explain further. Heather nodded in agreement.
“is it so. No one will.”
But if she really likes music, why does it make me think that Rowoon is forgetting something? What the hell is she forgetting?
“Eric didn’t seem to notice much last time, but this time it’s different.”
“Yes, it was the most passionate performance I have ever seen in this contest.”
“Are you relaxed now?”
“I didn’t hear you properly before. Ron gave us a nice support from underneath. It almost felt like accompaniment. If I had a partner like that, I would be able to stand out too.”
“Hey, a good base doesn’t necessarily mean that the result is better. Eric did well enough.”
“······Well, I’m not saying Eric wasn’t good either.”
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A murmur could be heard all around.
It always has been. Rowoon’s performance always made people talk like this. It made the ripples in their heads unbearable unless they were somehow expressed. And that was what Heather wanted from Rowoon.
‘It’s like a main character. you.’
Hero. To describe Rowoon, those words really fit. He always created dramatic scenes. It caught people’s attention and made them talk about it.
Once upon a time, Heather was like that too. Every contest she appeared in was followed by an article about her. Heather wasn’t even excited about that at any moment. It was because it felt so natural.
But, since when? The fact that these days that were pushed out of the main character’s seat became so familiar. The word “main character” has come to feel like a word that only appears in movies.
I want to touch the keyboard.
Right now, I want to go up on that stage and spread her voice all over the world. can do. If it were now, if I was with this feeling at this moment, I would be able to play the piano more appreciatively than ever before.
But it seemed that Heather wasn’t the only one who thought so. Hands rose here and there. And Jungwoo and Heather had to wait again. Heather chewed her lips as she listened to the ensuing performances.
‘I’m weak.’