God of Piano

Beethoven’s eyes were hot as he looked at Eleonore. Eleonore’s parents opposed her marriage to Beethoven. As a result, their relationship had to come to an end a long time ago, but it did not end with their hearts.

A heart that must end is usually more durable and lasts longer than one that does not. Beethoven’s heart was like that. And, maybe her heart too.

Beethoven opened his mouth. Words that shouldn’t be said, and shouldn’t be repeated, squeezed his throat and tried to flow out. But in the end, he couldn’t finish what he wanted to say. The sound of a carriage was approaching.

“It’s time to go.”

“It seems so.”

There was a lot in the two of them’s calm goodbye. Even though it was an emotion that was not his own, Rowoon felt as though he would shed tears for no reason because of that long-standing sadness. But they didn’t cry. Beethoven put on his hat, bowed his head to Eleonore, and climbed into the carriage.

And the next moment, Rowoon was in Vienna, Austria.

“hmm. Is this a newly written piano sonata?”

“Yes, Master. If you have time right now, I’d like to ask for your opinion…”

“Oh, of course I want to. But you know, my time is not my own. This week······ Thursday. okay. See you on Thursday.”

A man in a fancy wig patted Beethoven on the shoulder and passed by. It was Haydn, one of the masters representing classical music. The reason why Beethoven took a long walk to Vienna, his teacher.

After arriving in Vienna, Beethoven prepared to pursue his ambitions by studying under Haydn. Beethoven knew better than anyone else that the possibilities of music sleeping inside him were endless. With experience, he was confident of becoming greater than any musician in Vienna. And Haydn was going to make Beethoven’s plan a reality…

However, life in Vienna went quite differently than Beethoven thought.

“Master. The lesson you promised me the other day is…”

“Oh, Beethoven. I’m sorry. The Count called urgently. do it next time.”

“Oh, you mean that sheet music? Um… next week. I’ll send you a revision by next week. And don’t be too hasty. Just because you are in a hurry doesn’t mean you can go faster, and you’re a great lumberjack no matter what time it is. You know I really like you, right?”

“Well, I don’t think I need my corrections for details that are more than that, right? It’s up to you to fix those minor details. All I can do is set a big frame.”

Haydn was always like that. It was an undeniable fact that Haydn as a musician was a great figure, but as a teacher he was not very good.

Once he was too busy. It wasn’t that he neglected Beethoven, but it was also true that he didn’t spend much time with Beethoven.

Walking through the colorful streets of Vienna, Beethoven gnashed his teeth again and again. Every time he saw the colorful costumes of people walking on the street, every time he saw the smile on their lips, Beethoven felt the fire in his heart burn stronger.

I wanted to go up. So I wanted to win a life where smiling like that was natural. Because of his position and status, he had to escape from a miserable situation where he was not even allowed to marry a loved one. It had to be.

But it was Beethoven who was nervous, not Haydn. Unlike Beethoven’s impatient mind, Haydn was always relaxed, and Beethoven had to make a decision. It is foolish to ask to learn from someone who does not want to teach. Being foolish won’t get him what he wants.

“I will leave.”

“Where are you planning to go?”

“I do not know. But wherever you go, you’ll be a better person than you are now. It will.”

“······okay. Right. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sorry, but if that’s what you mean, there’s nothing I can do about it. May God bless your journey.”

Haydn may have read Beethoven’s dissatisfaction and irritation with him. you probably read Beethoven was not a person who was used to hiding his insides. However, Haydn smiled benevolently and happily let Beethoven go.

‘Master. You don’t know my worth.’

Had he known, Haydn would not have let Beethoven go so easily. No, Beethoven wouldn’t have made me want to leave like this in the first place.

Haydn’s failure to penetrate his potential angered Beethoven more than Haydn’s failure to give him time. Of course, Haydn would think that he highly appreciated Beethoven, but not by Beethoven’s standards.

he is Beethoven

He is the one and only being, and he has music that can fight and win against anyone.

I wanted to prove it. I wanted to tell Haydn what jewel he was missing.

Piano Sonata No. 2 was written with that in mind.

Beethoven poured everything he learned from Haydn into his Sonata No. 2. No, he studied the composition style of other senior musicians, including Haydn, and made it his own, and captured his overflowing talent and ambition through four movements: Allegro, Largo, Scherzo, and Rondo.

Rowoon saw and felt that when Beethoven wrote the song, his love and resentment for Haydn melted into every note. I caught a glimpse of Beethoven’s resentment toward the world that did not recognize me, and faced Beethoven’s pride that could not understand my shabby appearance.

‘······reading.’

Rowoon thought. Will he be able to follow even half of Beethoven’s miasma? It wasn’t. Unlike Rowoon, this man with overwhelming natural talent was ready to face the world and chew through all the trials.

It was phenomenal. As much as Beethoven’s enthusiasm for music, his attitude to life also influenced Rowoon.

So, that performance diary may have been more special to Rowoon.

Rowoon replayed his playing log over and over again.

I entered a world where the audience, Beethoven’s breath, his mood, heart, and thoughts were all erased.

All I can feel is Beethoven’s performance and the feeling of my fingers.

But rather, that’s probably why I felt the weight of the performance all the more. Being able to focus entirely on how his hands move, Rowoon was able to understand the level of weight Beethoven carried with each finger while playing.

Whenever he had to use forte (strongly), Beethoven’s fingers shot like arrows and hit the keys. The forte was Beethoven’s shout. “Look at me!” like shouting.

That childish and childish cry, however, was so charming.

Replaying the performance log again and again, Rowoon did his best to mimic the weight of Beethoven even a little bit.

I replayed the composition log again and again.

I tried to understand the ambition and inferiority that Beethoven of the time had.

The situation itself is different for Rowoon and Beethoven. If Beethoven lamented and gnashed his teeth at the lack of treatment compared to his talent, Rowoon lacked that talent itself in the first place. I didn’t deserve to be lamented or unfair.

However, even so, Rowoon had that same hunger. A longing to be a better person, a better pianist. The desire to be recognized by the world.

Reflecting on Beethoven’s performances engraved on your fingers through the performance log,

Rowoon practiced and practiced again.

And Beethoven was cynical looking at Rowoon.

[Do you think you can become Beethoven just because you imitate me? There’s no such thing as a second person in this world. There are only fakes. ]

[Beethoven is the only one in the world. Even if there are two of them, it’s not a fool like you. ]

know. he is beneficial You can’t be Ludwig van Beethoven.

[If anyone sees you, you’ll think he’s someone who hasn’t played the piano for several years. How can your fingers be so stiff? ]

okay. In Beethoven’s eyes, his fingers deserved to look like that.

[Stop that bastard’s f*cking pedaling! The sound is all messed up! I’d rather go deaf to hear this kind of music! ]

······It deserves such criticism.

‘But Beethoven.’

Even if you curse me like that, after facing your performance like this…

After feeling such a beautiful and fascinating performance not only with these two ears, but also with the hands.

I have no choice but to follow you.

Rowoon stopped thinking of promoting himself, who was not yet ripe. Beethoven seemed to disapprove of him, but it didn’t matter. The best Rowoon could do right now was to resemble Beethoven, so he did.

He engraved all of Beethoven’s instructions into his heart one by one, and followed his performances. I didn’t mind his swear words. Rather, it was accepted with gratitude.

[ ······ A guy with no self-respect. ]

And that decision seemed to make Beethoven uncomfortable in many ways.

However, his other teachers were not of the same opinion as Beethoven.

‘······God, your history is always ironic.’

Clenching the fists he hid in his arms, Baum swallowed the dejection.

Their lessons were somehow odd. It is a common scene in the lesson room to stop playing in the middle and give feedback. However, during lessons with Rowoon, Baum seldom stopped playing.

couldn’t quit

It was strange. Despite the fact that he had listened to the performance several times, every time Rowoon sat down in front of the piano, Baum wanted to just quietly enjoy the performance. The disciple’s performance that I thought would come. The disciple’s performance, which worried and felt sorry for whether he could really fly.

why.

‘Yeah… is that so? theory.’

Baum laughed. In fact, there was nothing to ask. He already knew the answer.

‘You are already flying.’

Unlike my teacher, that disciple has already become a full-fledged swan.

＜ Flight of the Swan (1) ＞ End

＜ Flight of the Swan (2) ＞

My relationship with Kate seems to have grown a little distant lately.

There were many reasons to feel that way. Once the frequency of meeting, the number of contact has decreased.

Maybe it’s because as the audition got closer, we lost some room in each other’s hearts. But whatever the cause, it was clear that they were starting to hang out a little less than they used to.

“I can’t help it.”

Chris said. He had been looking like a disabled person for a while because of his composition, but now it was hard to find a shade in his face anymore, probably because he had completed the application form. Chris shrugged.

“You knew we wouldn’t be able to meet for a long time in the first place, so we dated. Maybe it’s better to get away like this now. There won’t be any aftereffects later.”

“That’s true…”

Rowoon was speechless. He looked into the lives of Beethoven and Chopin. Both were famous for their fiery love.

Watching the attitude they show for their lover, it was to the point where I wondered if it was wrong to have such a lukewarm and bland relationship. Of course, the background of the times should be taken into consideration, but the relationship between him and Kate was overly neat.

“Don’t be too attached. A man who clings too much to one woman is not attractive.”

“Anything like that, you’ve been clinging to Mila for quite some time, haven’t you?”

“Hey, that’s…!”

Chris, who had been stabbed in the pubic area, blushed and tried to shout something, but soon closed his mouth with a blank expression as if he had nothing to say. Even though Rowoon giggled, he barely managed to hold back a sigh.

Milla.

Recently, that name has appeared in Rowoon’s mind quite often. It was after I heard that she had thyroid cancer.

The fact that Mila’s talent could be scrapped overnight gave Rowoon a terrible feeling in many ways. Rowoon knew how much Mila loved singing. And how much she can shine with her singing.

Taking her song away was tantamount to taking her life away. But there was nothing Rowoon could do for it.

‘If I can’t play the piano…’

I once thought of giving up the piano, but giving up and being deprived were two different stories. Rowoon looked at Chris. Although he pretends to be a free spirit while meeting this woman and that woman, it wasn’t until after Mila dumped him that Chris started to live that kind of life.