God of Piano



[Shepherd] God of the piano

Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin, Bach, Liszt… … .

For any musician in the world, his experience becomes mine.

＜Intro＞

Among the anecdotes related to Lee Roun, there are also these. This is a story that happened during an interview with the legendary Italian pianist, Alessio Pacelli.

“Many people say that you are the pianist who represents the 20th century. But if the teacher directly asked you to select a pianist representing the 21st century, who would you choose?”

He pondered for a while before answering.

“If you think of a talent that can only be expressed as a gift from God, it is definitely Yevgeny Kissin.”

“If I were to discuss unpredictable freedom, I would have no choice but to mention Lang Lang.”

“Christian Zimmerman is the most flawless pianist ever.”

“If you were to pick a pianist who represents the 21st century right now, there are countless names like this.”

“But if you ask me what name cannot be left out when discussing pianism in the 21st century, I would answer Rowley.”

The name puzzled the reporter. It was because Lee Rowun’s fame had not yet spread enough until the time she was interviewed.

“Why is that? Apparently, in the music world, Rowley, the name of that rookie pianist, has no presence compared to the other three. Is there any particular reason you gave him a good grade?”

Alessio Pacelli replied:

＜ Intro ＞ End

＜ You can play the piano (1) ＞

All unrequited love must end.

#

“Should I stop playing the piano?”

Shall I quit smoking? It was a weightless voice, as if asking. Chris frowned and looked back at Iroun. His Asian friend was wearing a nonchalant expression, not different from usual. However, Chris’s voice could not help but become more blunt.

“What kind of bullsh*t are you talking about all of a sudden? You are nothing without a piano. But why did you stop playing the piano?”

“Because I don’t feel like I’m doing anything well even if I play the piano.”

“… are you serious?”

Chris stopped banging the punching bag and took off his gloves. Rowoon didn’t look at Chris. His gaze was on Chris’ shoulder, maybe on the punching bag behind him, but at the same time he was looking nowhere.

“Pianist, no matter how much I think about it, it doesn’t seem like my path.”

No matter how calmly he spoke, there was no way to hide the shabby nature of the confession. Chris groaned and ran his sweat through his hair. Rowoon had never said such a thing, even in empty words.

“Do you really think so?”

“I am nineteen now. As a pianist, he is already at an age where the blueprint is clearly visible. I’m not a great pianist like Rubinstein or Zimmerman, let alone a moderately well-known pianist. Well, if you do your best, you might be able to win an awkward competition, do a few formal recitals, and even become a professor at a decent school. But I learned to play the piano, not to teach.”

No one starts playing the piano because they want to teach it. However, there are many pianists who want to stand on the stage, and not all of them can be the protagonists of the glory.

When they come to their senses, they discover that the passion that heated our hearts has cooled down like a stone in winter. And in the end, he accepts the life of playing the piano in order to teach himself.

Learning the piano to teach the piano, and teaching the piano by learning the piano from someone like that is the reality of the classical music world today.

I don’t want to be a hamster in a wheel.

It was such a complaint, and such a confession.

“Can you say being near your dream is a dream come true? It’s not similar, it’s different. My life is too precious to dedicate to something that is not even a dream. I’d rather find another dream.”

“Dreams are things that can be changed like changing shoes? Do you think you’ll ever find something you love again, like the piano?”

“…”

Rowoon didn’t answer. Chris bent his knees. Then he sighed and opened his mouth.

“Roun Lee. Like you said, you may not have become something yet. It’s pretty cool when you play the piano, though.”

Rowoon looked Chris in the eyes and soon regretted it. When the blue eyes that had no doubts about themselves were shining on me, Rowoon had to shudder at the feeling of becoming the most humble person in the world.

Chris opened his mouth again. As if to give courage or to intimidate, his voice was on the borderline between hard and hard.

“I don’t think you’ll be as cool as when you’re in front of the piano, no matter what else you do.”

“······I knew that too. The piano is my answer. But let’s be realistic. what the hell can i do? Even if I keep playing the piano like this, I won’t be the pianist I want to be. Should I still cling to a dream that is sure to fail? Is that really right?”

“I don’t know the answer either. But I know that quitting the piano is the wrong answer.”

Chris got up. He put his hand on Rowoon’s shoulder.

“It’s your problem. Rowoon. It’s up to you to solve it.”

That’s right.

However, is the problem really his?

#

The high school Rowoon attends is a boarding school that is recognized for its music in California. Freshmen, without exception, enter through practical exams, so it is not surprising that each of them is as good as most college students.

And even among those students, Rowoon was on the side that stood out to a certain extent. It’s because of the amount of practice rather than skill. His amount of practice was so enormous that even teachers stuck out their tongues. To add a little exaggeration, it was enough to go to work with a security guard and leave work together.

However, the reason Rowoon did his best to perform was because he knew that the possibilities given to him were coming to an end. He wanted to check. The bridge he walks on is already broken, so he can’t reach the other side after all.

‘This is not a problem for me. chris’

Pianists grow up looking at the backs of numerous geniuses from an early age. Rowoon was no exception, and he knew at some point that he would never become a pianist like them.

There is no point even discussing masters like Beethoven or Mozart. Look at the many genius pianists that exist at the time. If you compare their childhood and Rowoon now, the difference in light is very clear.

Fireflies are just fireflies no matter how hard they try. he will never be the moon

Rowoon was a firefly.

Is it noble or foolish to cling to an impossible dream? He might be wrong in thinking he couldn’t achieve it.

Rowoon glanced at the Walkman on top of the piano. It was something I had been using since I was a child. I once dreamed of inserting a cassette tape of his album into the Walkman and listening to it, but now that dream and this Walkman are too old.

Rowoon touched the Walkman. The touch of the protruding buttons such as power, fast-forward, play, rewind, and record tickled my fingers and then moved away.

He took a deep breath. Press the record button, put the Walkman down on the piano, straighten up, put your hands on the keyboard, and then.

Chopin: Waltz Op.64 No.1

The working title, ‘Dog Waltz’, was played.

The sound of Chopin, which I played with my cheeks flushed with excitement as a child, flows out. The sheet music is good as if it will be drawn before your eyes, and the melody that will soon flow out in your ears seems to linger in advance. But despite this, the only thing that fills my heart is a strange feeling of uneasiness. Rowoon whispered to the piano. begged

please.

I’m begging you, so make a good sound.

help me make that sound

I’ve heard countless musicians play this puppy waltz. When he listened to the performance, which hung on his tail at every word, Rowoon often felt as if he was watching a baby dog running after his tail.

But inside his practice room, the puppy he saw doesn’t appear.

Could there be another femme fatale like the piano? Sometimes she acted as if she would give Rowoon what he wanted, but one day she acted coldly and pushed him away as if she were meeting someone for the first time. In the fishery of the piano, he was a fish waiting to be fed.

No, in fact, Piano didn’t even give her fishing ground to Rowoon. If he could have been a fish in the fish pond, if he had been pulled a little more often, then he might have stayed by the piano all along. Maybe I was deceived and kept clinging to an impossible dream.

He’s already sick of being pushed around,

The piano still won’t pull him.

“…”

After the performance, Rowoon looked at the piano for a while. It was an unreadable expression. Just like he can’t read the meaning of the piano.

He laughed for a while. I picked up the Walkman’s earphones, put them in my ears, and pressed the play button. However, he did not listen to the performance to the end, put down his earphones again, and lay down on the keyboard. A messy cacophony reverberated through the practice room, but even that couldn’t bring him to his feet.

Rowoon continued to lie down on the piano like that. So that the sunset reflected in the window of the practice room faded, so that the ring of the Walkman stopped spinning, and so that the students’ chatter, performance, and laughter mixed at random and reached his ears, and the harsh reality’s voice reached his ears. to touch.

No one puts coins into a vending machine that doesn’t give you drinks, and nobody puts gas in a car that can’t run.

Can a dream be an exception?

Rowoon stood up. He looked back at the piano for a moment. He sighed again and made an expression as if he would sit in front of him for a very short time.

But the next moment the door closed and he left.

And just like that, it was around the time when the sunset and the moonlight followed his gloomy footsteps.

From Walkman’s earphones stuffed in his pocket, a small sound that couldn’t reach Rowoon’s ears flowed.

[ ······Determining the suitability of the subject of protection······. ]

[ Judgment completed. The majority of adults in great music agreed. ]

[As of the present time, the blessing of music belongs to the pianist ‘Iroun’. ]

[ Congratulations. Rowoon. ]

[Music gave you a question. ]

[ Please find the answer. ]

All unrequited love must end.

… But those who have unrequited love in their hearts will all answer this question. you are right

Yet,

Not yet.

＜ You can play the piano (1) ＞ End

＜ You can play the piano (2) ＞

Perhaps the biggest difference between the movie and reality is the presence or absence of an opportunity.

The main character, who was living a normal or tragic life, experiences a change, whether good or bad, as the situation is reversed through a certain opportunity. And at the end, I have an ending for me.

However, in reality, such an opportunity does not come by itself. Rowoon was busy looking for an event that would change his life. And, I accepted that it is not found by looking for it.

Miracles don’t happen because you want them, and reality doesn’t change just because you ignore it. If that’s the case, I’ll have to face the reality confidently and tear down the towers I’ve built so far. Rowoon was determined to do that.

however.

[ We are analyzing the information of Lee Woon, the blessing of music. ]

[ Analysis is over. ]