God of Piano

Fingers strike the keys. On the screen, notes were engraved one by one and then erased one by one. It was indeed a tumultuous congestion section.

‘······Concentrate. chris.’

However, his consciousness had already left the world of sound and reached the realm of all kinds of thoughts and anguish. After staring at the keyboard for a while, Chris grabbed his head. The melody didn’t come to mind.

Compared to the instrumental department, the entrance examination process for the composition department was inevitably simpler in many ways. There were three major requirements for composition and acceptance. A decent SAT score, a grade point average of around 3.5, and an eye-catching portfolio.

The most important thing, of course, was the portfolio, and thanks to that, Chris was obsessed with composing for a while now.

He pretended to be proud in front of Rowoon, but Chris’ face was quite haggard. No matter how thick his muscles were, he was still a high school student after all. If the inside is hard, how hard will it be?

Chris shook his head for a while before getting up. I needed some fresh air.

He walked without setting a destination, but when he came to his senses, his steps were in front of the practice building. Even though it was late at night, there were still a few people guarding the practice building. Chris, who listened to the sound of the performance coming from the central heating system, soon found Rowoon’s performance.

‘Is it Beethoven?’

A smile crossed Chris’ lips. The friend who had been struggling in the swamp was finally running forward on solid ground. I couldn’t help but be happy.

At one point, I thought that in order to set an example for Rowoon, he had to work harder. However, now that Rowoon is on the right track, he was able to gain the courage to walk further because of Rowoon.

A muscular friend guides and relies on his oriental friend at the same time. In a world overflowing with friendships holding each other back, their relationship could be called desirable.

After listening to the performance for quite some time, Chris turned around. A few strands of the melody began to circulate in my head again. I had to move to Ohseonji before it was too late.

However, his foot, which had barely been separated, fell back to the ground. A face he didn’t want to see was in front of him.

“… ugh.”

“What. That expression, as if he had seen a monster.”

“You must have seen the monster.”

“Looking at the talking bird, I haven’t looked back yet. chris.”

Mila said with a smirk. The voice was hoarse. Chris’ eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you not taking care of your neck properly? Why are you so quiet?”

“Lee Nam. Why did you show up here in the practice building? If you’re a songwriter, you’ll be fiddling with MIDI (a keyboard for composing music) in the corner of the room.”

“Why do I have to report all of that?”

“If you don’t want to talk, turn off. Because it works.”

Even when Mila fired at him like that, Chris hesitated and didn’t leave easily. Then I brought up the story of Rowoon.

“Hey bastard, can you hear me playing?”

“……What, Ron?”

“okay.”

Chris smiled happily.

“That Rowoon came to play like that. Honestly… it’s amazing. Even though it’s something I wanted so much, I can’t really feel it. Isn’t it?”

“I have no idea.”

“・・・・・No idea?”

“Maybe you don’t want to think about it.”

Mila spoke to Chris in a calm voice.

“To be honest, I don’t care if I grow up or not. I just wondered if I could sing right now, if I could be happy with that, it wouldn’t have worked. In Rowoon’s case, it will be a performance, not a song.”

“Do you remember? When we first met, you said you wanted to be on stage at the Royal Opera House. He wants to sing in front of the Queen of England.”

“Is that so…”

“It wasn’t like that.”

Chris frowned.

“Why did you change like this? Since when did you start seeing only now?”

Mila coughed instead of answering. I thought it was clearing my throat, but it didn’t seem like it. The weak cough grew stronger, and she took nearly fifteen seconds to catch her breath. And he spoke in a voice that was even rougher than before.

“Today is closer than tomorrow.”

“······what?”

“First of all, I wanted to enjoy my song today.”

she smiled faintly.

“I started singing because I liked the song, but if I didn’t really enjoy the song… wouldn’t it be funny?”

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Beethoven.

Even if you are unfamiliar with classical music, you cannot know the weight of its name.

Excluding the influence his music had on the development of Western music, his presence was inevitably splendid. A musician who is deaf. What could be a better material to impress the public than that?

Rowoon was also one of the public who was so moved. No, considering that he was a pianist, his impressions were bound to be different from those of ordinary people.

And to that extent, his first greeting shook Rowoon’s heart in many ways.

— A deaf bastard.

Beethoven said so. It was an insult, but it didn’t feel insulting. Everyone knew that Beethoven had a bad mouth, and even if Beethoven meant it sincerely, Rowoon was prepared to accept it calmly.

If Beethoven told him he was deaf, then he was deaf. In front of the god of music, he had no excuses or rebellion. but······.

‘······Your thoughts will change someday. Beethoven.’

Rowoon just gritted his teeth. His harsh criticism didn’t feel like an insult, but that didn’t mean that Rowoon didn’t feel stuffy.

Rowoon copied all the correction notes left by Beethoven into the sheet music. Every time he faced Beethoven’s annoyance and frustration mixed in the instructions, his fists had no choice but to clasp the pen tighter.

Myth and hunger whipped Rowoon. If the desire to enjoy music made Mila focus on the present, in Rowoon’s life, that desire made Rowoon run steadily forward like a train with broken brakes.

I didn’t want to lose. I wanted to change the attitude of Beethoven, who showed no expectations from him as if it were natural. I wanted to make him say he was wrong and you were a gem.

Thanks to this, the situation itself changed more and more positively with each passing day. Chopin and Beethoven’s sonatas were showing off higher and higher performance scores every day, and thanks to this, the performance score of 50 was expected to be achieved in less than a week after starting practice.

In many ways, everything went smoothly. No worries. Rowoon’s judgment was that if he followed the guidance of Beethoven, Chopin, and Bach as it is, he wouldn’t have to suffer from a goal at least to the extent of a college audition.

But Baum had other ideas.

It was a lesson day. Instead of listening to Rowoon play, Baum told Rowoon to follow him to the office for a moment. And quietly lucked out.

“The reason I called you out today is because I have something to say. theory.”

“……Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. There’s nothing wrong with it, so don’t worry. If there is any fault, it will rather be on me. Um, so…”

Baum let out a sigh. He hesitated for a long time, as if it was not an easy word to say, but eventually brought out the words he had been holding for a long time.

“How about finding a new teacher?”

“······yes?”

For a moment, Rowoon couldn’t help but panic. I couldn’t even imagine hearing something like this from Baum at a time like this. But Baum had his reasons.

“This is an important time. College doesn’t decide everything, but it does affect a lot. There are many places to apply besides the California Conservatory, so you should be able to go anywhere, but I hope you walk the best path possible.”

Saying so, Baum handed Rowoon his business card.

“He is my friend. I am a professor at LMU. This friend will be more helpful to you than I am.”

“teacher. This······.”

“theory. To be honest, I still don’t know how you have changed.”

“······yes?”

“I can’t even figure out the reason for your change, can I properly lead you?”

Rowoon has grown up. continues to grow But Baum knew it wasn’t entirely his fault. I don’t know what pulled the trigger, but Rowoon’s latent abilities were bursting out now, and Baum didn’t want this good time to be wasted due to a lack of teachers.

“I’m not saying I won’t help at all. No, let me know if you need any help. But still, you really need a proper teacher. Only a bird that has flown can teach you to fly, and I am a bird that has never flown.”

Rowoon stared blankly at Baum, who was saying such things. I didn’t even dare to imagine how he would feel when he confessed his incompetence in front of his disciple.

But because of that, Rowoon had no choice but to hold onto Baum even more.

“Maybe he never taught me how to fly, but he taught me how to fall and get back up again.”

“······theory.”

“I still fall often.”

Rowoon said looking at Baum, who had a sad face somewhere.

“I need a master to raise me up.”

Even if he were given teachers who even remembered history,

It does not mean that Baum ceases to be a teacher.

There are things only Baum can teach. there will be

·······It should have been.

Their conversation ended there. Baum no longer asked me to abandon him, and Rowoon no longer insisted on holding him. The two went back to the classroom. Rowoon played and Baum evaluated. As if nothing had happened, he calmly pointed out every word and corrected the performance.

Days when practice is practiced over and over again, and the torn and injured heart becomes stronger.

It was when more than half a day had passed. Rowoon faced the horse he had been waiting for with great anticipation.

[ The average playing score for the Goldberg Variations is 60. ]

[Goldberg Variations’ performance log homework unlocked! ]

The time has come to steal Bach’s playing.

＜ Music of the Deaf (2) ＞ End

＜ Performance by the deaf (3) ＞

What kind of homework will Goldberg’s performance journal give?

Rowoon predicted that in advance. Like in the puppy waltz, if parting with someone you love becomes your homework, it will be difficult in many ways. Of course, predicting itself wouldn’t mean much, but it wouldn’t hurt to calculate the number of cases in advance.

‘You want me to play for someone with insomnia? Is there anyone around me with insomnia…?’