God of Piano

At Chris’ words, Rowoon remained silent for a moment. Suddenly, the faces of friends who confessed to Kate but only updated their dark history came to mind, followed by Chopin’s message that passed through Rowoon’s mind.

— Before love cools down, come and experience parting.

Of course, I shouldn’t have met her for a breakup. If it was a meeting like that in the first place, there wouldn’t even be love.

However, at the end of hesitation, Rowoon had no choice but to nod.

“······okay. let’s drink coffee.”

She resembles Sand.

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“Yo, Ron. Are you doing well these days?”

practice room. Mila, leaning against the door, smirked. Rowoon turned his head with an embarrassed expression. It was clear what Mila was talking about. I had hoped that the silence would drive her away, but instead it only stimulated her.

“I think this is the first time Kate has ever hit someone first. What’s the secret?”

“I don’t think it’s anything to talk about with you.”

“Then who should I talk to?”

“······done. If you have a business, say it briefly, otherwise go.”

“Wow, now I have someone to date. Ku, kuh…”

“Speak slowly.”

Rowoon shook his head as he watched Mila coughing hard as if she had heard sand. Mila coughed for a while longer. And with a slightly reddened face, he tried to catch his breath.

“Are you okay?”

“·············Gwa, it’s okay. It’s because I’m feeling a bit cold.”

“Did you have a cold cough? It was noisy for something like that.”

“Ah, done. Do you think the stock price is going up a lot these days? They said they wanted to reduce the issue by preparing for the California Conservatory, and even the woman, huh?”

“shut up.”

“But are you surprised? You go on a date or something at a time like this.”

“Well, I can’t live just playing the piano…”

It was also great to think that if we went on a date, we would be able to understand Chopin’s feelings for Sande to some extent. Of course, it was something I couldn’t say out loud.

Mila continued to cough and said.

“Anyway, do your best. But isn’t it because you’re dating and you can’t practice?”

“We decided not to waste time until the end of each other’s entrance exams.”

“······What is that. After the entrance exam, it’s graduation again. Then it’s practically nothing, right?”

“Well, in a way it is.”

In that respect, Kate was not the owner of such a general mental world. Rowoon recalled what she had said while drinking coffee.

— Yes Prelude No. 4, I liked it.

It was quite a productive topic compared to the situation.

— I wanted to meet you once. Who is the person who plays like that?

I was curious, and that led to a crush on me, so I asked for coffee. Kate’s principle of action was that simple. Thanks to that, Rowoon was also less burdened. If Kate had been a little more serious, Rowoon wouldn’t have thought of meeting him so easily.

“Ha, some go on dates while preparing for the entrance exam properly. What am I?”

Mila leaned against the door and gazed into the air. His face, visible through his disheveled brown hair, looked quite tired, and his eyes were so deep that it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

So it must have been. There seemed to be something in those eyes, such as the weight of life that he couldn’t fathom, so Rowoon, who had been annoyed that she wanted her to leave quickly, unwittingly asked.

“Why do you say that you are not preparing well for the entrance exam? If it were you, you would stick well anywhere.”

“······Juilliard is a difficult place to say so easily.”

“Oh, you were Juilliard. I will go far.”

“We’ll talk about it when we get together, right?”

New York. It was the East, the opposite of California, the West. It’s only natural that they’re next to each other now, but once they enter college, they might never see each other for the rest of their lives. It was an unavoidable parting that you often experience while living in America.

“But I don’t know. To be honest, I don’t worry about college. I don’t even want to.”

“I’ve felt it since the last time, but you don’t seem to like being obsessed with the future? I don’t think it was like this before.”

“······Well, because people change. have you changed too? I heard that Gregor is busy following you around these days.”

“I don’t want to use the expression that they follow behind me.”

. . . Still, it was clear that his Goldberg Variations were no match for Gregor’s.

Recently, Rowoon unlocked all of the Composition Journals for the Goldberg Variations. Some might say so. Unlocking 31 journals, unlocking 32 journals, in the end, isn’t the difference of only one journal?

‘no. different.’

It is not for nothing that the word “Hwaryongjeongjeong” is used. The moment he obtained the journal for the last aria, he ‘completed’ his understanding of the Goldberg Variations.

Why did Bach call the waves? What did you think while composing this song for Goldberg, a young disciple who became a musician for Count Kaiserlink? How his suppressed religious zeal is melted behind the seemingly splendid melody.

To be honest, Rowoon thought it would be okay to send a performance video to an online audition as it is now, and to look forward to the results quite hopefully. In fact, Baum said so too. I wonder if his scales are now leaning a little more toward passing.

‘But I can’t do that.’

I didn’t want to go into the subject of looking into Bach’s life, of being allowed to embrace his soul, with the appearance of barely passing.

I wanted to surprise all the judges who wanted to evaluate him. I wanted to appeal to them. I wanted to make him anxious to write an acceptance letter to him as soon as possible.

“So when are you leaving? I need to practice.”

Naturally, Rowoon’s voice became blunt again. Mila hesitated for a moment before asking.

“If it’s okay, can I listen to it?”

“what?”

“I mean, I was curious. yes you play it right. I haven’t heard of it yet.”

“…”

Rowoon looked at Mila for a moment with an expression that he would die of annoyance, but soon put his hand on the keyboard. Even if it was only one person, if someone was watching, there would be some tension, but it was a tension that needed to be overcome.

“Then shut the door first. I’m stuck in a corner as much as possible.”

“okay.”

Mila smiled and closed the door. Then, leaning in the corner, he crossed his arms and looked at Rowoon.

‘How much has it changed?’

Of course, just looking at Rowoon playing the accompaniment in the church, I could guess that he had reached a different level than before. But so far she has not heard him play a proper classical piece.

I wanted to check it out this time. I don’t just want to see Rowoon’s change.

‘Does anyone have a chance?’

Can Rowoon’s performance give the answer?

But whatever Mila expected, Rowoon had no intention of playing to answer her question. His Goldberg Variations followed only Bach’s will faithfully.

Cures Count Kaiserlink’s insomnia.

No, it washes away all those troubles that keep him awake.

With negative waves that you can’t even worry about.

‘······ah.’

The first part of the Goldberg Variations, an aria, resonates. And Mila felt that one of the questions she had in her heart the whole time she was here was immediately resolved. Rowoon has changed. Surely.

Her friend, who was ignored for wasting his life clinging to non-existent possibilities, was generously emitting his own color that no one could imitate.

she won’t know That color is actually the color that Bach put on.

Goldberg’s face flickers in front of Rowoon’s eyes every time he presses a key, feeling as if Bach’s wife is standing behind him,

Even at this moment, I dare to think that I have become Bach.

‘······ Bach.’

Suppressed love and respect spread as sounds from the fingertips.

As I said repeatedly, the Goldberg Variations consist of two arias and thirty variations. Rowoon wondered why the two arias, to be exact, with the same melody in the first and last chapters had different journals.

To be precise, it was about why he didn’t get two journals at the same time when he achieved 50 aria performance points. However, as he practiced repeatedly and unlocked the journal one by one, Rowoon had no choice but to realize.

Even though they have the same melody, they are different arias.

Even if you say the same thing, the nuance will change depending on the situation,

After 30 variations have passed, after 30 waves have hit, the foam that occurred at the end is bound to have a very different feel.

The second, the only, and at the same time the final aria resonates. The Count’s worries had been washed away by countless waves, so the aria seemed to pat him for peace. An aria that seems to convince you that you will be able to sleep now.

Mila watched Rowoon’s performance with a half-bewitched expression. It was a performance that exceeded expectations and expectations.

It’s not just about the level of performance.

contains something

Aside from skill, there is something that gives speciality to the performance.

There is something that makes you think that it is not a performance played by common entrance exam students, but only one.

‘Oh yeah.’

Suddenly, Mila realized what the sentiments I was feeling suggested.

Sometimes there are such people. Regardless of their skills, they attract people’s attention and attention, walk in the spotlight, and eventually naturally lose even the skills that suit the path they walk.

Those who walk a completely different path beyond the boundary between pros and amateurs.

Those who cannot hide their light even in the midst of clutter.

star.

purple. Doesn’t his performance shine like this now?

＜ Only one performance (5) ＞ End