God of Piano

[Lee Roun’s playing level is 5. His pitch level is 5. His composition level is 4. ]

[There is no specialized ability. ]

[ If you want to activate the lesson function, please record your performance. ]

“…”

Rowoon looked down at his Walkman with a bewildered expression.

The radio was off, and the play button wasn’t pressed. Still, this voice spoke to him so clearly.

It was this morning that I noticed the strange change. As usual, he habitually plugged in his earphones and tried to listen to music, but before he even pressed the play button, he heard the above voice in his ears. It was only natural that Rowoon was frightened.

Have you been under too much stress? Have I gone crazy? Had he been cornered enough to hear these hallucinations?

Rowoon took off his earphones and paced the room nervously. Fortunately or unfortunately, when I took the earphones off, I couldn’t hear my voice anymore. Is that proof that he’s not crazy? Maybe it was more systematically crazy than I thought.

But in the end, there was only one thing Rowoon could try now. He grabbed the Walkman and headed to the practice room. I put the Walkman right on top of the piano, put in a blank tape, hit the record button, and moved my hands over the keys.

Chopin’s Dog Waltz. It was the song I played the day before. My mind was confused and the performance was not calm, but I couldn’t afford to pay attention to such things now.

As soon as the performance was over, Rowoon immediately finished recording, rewound the tape, and pressed the play button. My hands were shaking, so even pressing the undo and play buttons wasn’t easy.

The beginning was mediocre. The performance as he played reached his ears, and there was no change until the performance was over.

But when the last sound rang, and even that lingering sound faded.

Again, the voice spoke to him.

[ You played Chopin’s Waltz Op.64 No.1. ]

[This is a performance that is lacking compared to his skills. ]

[This is a message from the composer. “Can you concentrate?” ]

[ The playing score is 32 points. ]

[ You have succeeded in completing the race. Composer’s ‘Corrected Notes’ function has been unlocked when the conditions are met. ]

[ To use the ‘Correction Note’ function, press the play button. ]

Before he could understand, countless messages hit his ears. Rowoon pressed the play button as if possessed by something. Then, Walkman again let his many voices flow into Rowoon’s ears. Rowoon listened for a while, then picked up the pen without hesitation.

The table set in front of him was so appetizing that he hesitated while worrying.

he had been starving for a long time

#

hands are busy Holding the Walkman in his left hand and the pen in his right hand, Rowoon frantically wrote on the sheet music.

‘Correction notes.’ Just by looking at the name, he could roughly tell what it was, but the reality he faced was beyond his expectations.

[ First word, Leggiero (lightly, lightly) Concentrate. ]

[ From the fifth to the eighth bar, crescendo (gradually stronger) more gradually. ]

[ Twenty-seventh measure, when moving from the second to third chords in the left hand, expressiveness. expressiveness! ]

Based on the performance he had recorded, the correction notes told me, measure by measure, where he had made mistakes or was not digesting enough. Depending on the look, it was a voice that was quite annoying, and in some ways even annoying, but even so, there was no room for denying that each and every piece of advice was like gold.

No other lesson gives such detailed points. It was not efficient in many ways, both in terms of ability and time. But what’s great about these correction notes isn’t just the details.

‘Composer’s notes.’ Workman clearly said so. In other words, this correction note was a gift from the composer of the dog waltz, not anyone else.

It is a correction of ‘Chopin’.

Frederic Chopin listens to his performance and makes corrections. If anyone found out about this, it wouldn’t be strange if they would pull out a gun to take the tape away from him right away.

After the shock subsided, Chopin’s words once again, ‘Should you pay attention?’ came to mind I played a performance that I didn’t want my friends to hear, let alone a professor, to Chopin, not to anyone else.

“Ah, Mr. . . . .”

Rowoon scratched his head. But even then, he couldn’t help but smile. Chopin, revered like a god by pianists, listened to his performance. spoke to him

It took two hours to carve all the notes into a four-page score. It was because he wanted to understand Chopin’s message one by one, but nevertheless, he could not confirm that he accepted everything Chopin had to say.

Looking down at the sheet music, where more black ink was visible than white paper, Rowoon was speechless for a long time. If these were hallucinations caused by his weakness, Rowoon thought it would be better to remain insane. It was a score that mere madness could not deliver. Every time I look back at the notes that have been entered in every word of the score, Chopin’s talent and life were overflowing.

Rowoon faced the piano again. And practiced again and again, struggling to follow Chopin’s advice, bar by bar, note by note. I thought it was a familiar song. However, after facing this black score, Rowoon had no choice but to realize how big of an illusion it was.

It is a dog waltz with a play time of about 2 minutes. However, even after 20 minutes and 2 hours, not 2 minutes, Rowoon could not complete the waltz even once. The same fingers approach the same key again and again, and the same melody resonates differently.

Sweaty fingers often slipped on the keys. Even though it was winter, my body was hot. Mistakes continue, repeating the same phrase countless times. It was a scenery that everyone could not help but feel that it was hard work, but in that scenery, Rowoon’s eyes shone with hope, not fatigue.

Maybe a puppy will jump out of his piano too. It might run around the practice room trying to bite my tail with its tiny teeth while showing off its dainty figure while twitching its nasty tail.

‘live.’

Shout out to the performance.

‘Survive!’

Chopin’s many messages spread as sound whenever he presses a key. Some of them had passed away without showing their worth, but some were clearly… shining, albeit dimly, with the color of Chopin.

Have you ever played with a more earnest heart than this?

Fingers in front of hope move more desperately than ever. Sensitivity and technique are far short of what Chopin’s corrections expect. But, nonetheless.

It is felt. getting closer and closer to him.

“…!”

And Rowoon’s eyes met with the puppy.

Beyond the repetitive melody of the puppy waltz, I could clearly see the puppy’s open mouth and wagging tail trying to run after my tail, even for a moment.

After that, I couldn’t remember whether I was appreciating the puppy or playing. The tension that had weighed down her body slowly left, and her trembling hands slipped off the keyboard and fell helplessly.

After a long silence, he rewinds the tape and presses the play button. Still clumsy, but obviously more brilliant than yesterday, the performance entered his ears.

After the performance, Walkman tried to say something to him again. However, Rowoon pulled out his earphones and stared blankly at the piano. No matter what assessment Workman made, whether he delivered Chopin or not, I didn’t want to hear him now. He looked at his old lover. I looked at the piano.

I thought I’d never have it. I thought it was not the way for him.

But today, music threw him a question.

can hit

you can hit

piano.

＜ You can play the piano (2) ＞ End

＜ The Ugly Duckling ＞

“I will cancel.”

“what?”

“I’m quitting the piano.”

At Rowoon’s words, Chris raised his head. He looked at Rowoon with a puzzled expression, then turned his gaze back to the sheet music.

“No need to cancel. Because I never thought you would give up.”

#

After confirming that the blessing of music was not fake, the first person Rowoon found was Chris. Even saying that he would quit playing the piano disturbed him, so at least Chris deserved confirmation of his ‘cancellation’ more than anyone else.

Chris responded with a cold face, but there was no doubt that he would be more than happy. So Rowoon said nothing more. Now is the time to show it through actions, not words.

‘Thank you for trusting me. chris.’

Rowoon picked up a pen. Even at first glance, Gaho’s potential in music seemed enormous. However, as much as that, I had to clearly organize what was possible with the protection and how to use it.

So far, what he has figured out is the following:

1. The blessing of music helps him improve his skills, but it doesn’t make him a different person overnight.

2. When you play a song, the ‘Composer’s Correction Notes’ function is activated. In addition to this, it is expected that there will be many functions that have not yet been unlocked.

3. Gaho measures his level in four ways. Performance, pitch, composition and specialization. Among these, it is still unknown what specialization means. Maybe it’s about a certain playing method or age.

‘Depending on how well I play, the extent to which the Walkman can help varies.’

After being convinced of the power of the Walkman with the puppy waltz, Rowoon recorded several additional performances. And what I was able to guess through him was that the unlocked function was different depending on the ‘condition’.

‘Something will be different if my performance score goes up.’

As of now, there is no way to confirm. It was because the score was not easy to come out. Even when Rowoon played a song he was confident in, his playing score was only a little over 40 points.

‘······Does that mean that I’ve been playing less than half the time?’

There is a long way to go. But it didn’t matter. He had despaired before, not because the road was long, but because the road was cut off.

But at least there is a way now. can walk forward If so, you should be walking.

‘Farther, higher.’

I want to stand on all stages of the world. I should play the music of the masters I respect as much as they wished, no more. From a very young age, Rowoon was ready to give his life for him.

First of all, it seemed pretty clear what I had to aim for. Increase your playing score, increase your playing level, and unlock more yet-to-be-released lesson features. That was all he could pursue further through the blessing of music.

‘that’s enough.’

It can change. It has to change. That simple greed dominated Rowoon. It’s been a long time since I’ve been tired of living in place. Now that the road was open, only the enterprising desire to move forward controlled him.

Of course, that didn’t mean that Rowoon became a completely different person the next day. He sat down at the piano as usual and devoted himself to practice. The only difference is that the frequency of recording my performances has increased a little, and I can see myself taking notes while listening to the Walkman more often. It wasn’t a huge change, at least on the surface.

Nevertheless, there was someone who noticed that small change faster than anyone else,

His name is Asher Baum. He was Rowoon’s guidance teacher.

#

A duck cannot be a swan.

Most people cannot accept this simple truth. They believe that I am not a duck, but an ugly duckling. One day, when that ugly downy hair falls out, white and elegant feathers will grow and make me a swan.

Asher Baum accepted the life of a duck quite a while ago. He had managed to get used to his broad beak and short legs, and it was no big deal to start each day in front of the high school pulpit instead of the stage at Carnegie Hall he had dreamed of so much.

Nevertheless, if there was one thing he could hardly be calm about, it was his duck disciples who wanted to become swans.

‘It’s a teacher disqualification. Baum.’

Baum laughed. Teachers have an obligation to believe in the infinite potential of their students. But no matter how much Baum hypnotized himself, he couldn’t see his ducklings as swans. At least to him, that was a lie, hypocrisy.

Maybe pretend you don’t know anything ‘Go on. Then the day will come for you too.’ It might sound nice to hear.