God of Piano

“Am I going straight?”

After whispering that into the Walkman’s microphone, it was a while later. The earphone returned the answer like this.

[ well. ]

It was a lukewarm answer, but it was okay. In fact, if Rowoon knew Beethoven, it wouldn’t be strange if he returned even more vicious remarks. ‘If you’re going to worry like that, practice or do it right, you sh*t.’ in a way

Since then, countless performances and questions have followed. Of course, Beethoven didn’t answer all the questions Rowoon threw so easily.

[You’re thinking stupid again. Calm down and play. ]

[ Do you think you are a good pianist now? ]

[Don’t be mistaken. I’m not talking to you because you put on a great performance. At least now I just wanted my ears not to rot. ]

Beethoven’s ‘tutoring’ was so toxic that it would inevitably hurt anyone. It would be a lie if I said that Rowoon had never been hurt by those words. But that didn’t stop Rowoon from asking Beethoven questions.

First of all, he was already blessed enough just to have a conversation with that Beethoven. Rowoon understood very well that this blessing he had come to hold was too much for him.

‘I can’t whine like a child.’

I had neither the time nor the qualifications for that. There was no guarantee that this blessing would last forever, and if so, Rowoon was in a position where he had to achieve further growth as soon as possible.

It was obviously heartbreaking that Beethoven bothered him, but that was no reason for Rowoon to leave him alone. I had to bother. No matter how irritated he was, if he could find even one clue of growth through that irritation, Rowoon would have won.

And that advice was obtained while tapping Beethoven countless times.

[ You’d better stay away from Chopin for now. If you don’t want to get eaten. ]

As always, it was a blunt tone. But the meaning of those words was quite large. It was recognized by Beethoven. Stop playing Chopin.

Even if he didn’t back down in front of his irritating criticism, he was always obedient to his advice. Rowoon meekly accepted Beethoven’s opinion. And I stopped playing Chopin, even for fun.

Frankly, it wasn’t easy. No, it was unfortunate in many ways. Rowoon loved Chopin and loved his music. And Chopin’s pieces, dog waltz, Prelude No. 4, and Ballad No. 2, along with Beethoven and Bach’s pieces, were the pieces he could play with the most confidence and joy.

However, when it was folded, it had to be folded. Rowoon has often been feeling lately that Chopin’s world is trying to devour his world.

So I had no choice but to decline Heather’s request. But what was surprising was Heather’s reaction. ‘Beethoven told me not to play Chopin.’ Hearing the strange words, rather, Heather thought for a moment, as if she had heard something profound.

“… Well, if that’s the case, there’s nothing you can do about it.”

“You understand this?”

Gregor, who was next to him, looked at Heather as if he was a little dumbfounded. Heather shrugged.

“I heard that Beethoven did it. He is the master of all pianists, so what can I do?”

“I don’t know what to say…”

At this point, Gregor wondered if he had entered the wrong school. I knew very well that the West places more importance on individuality than the East, but…

Fortunately for Gregor, Rowoon’s feelings were actually not too different from Gregor’s. I never thought that Heather would take this so coolly. However, it seemed like there was no need to point it out, so Rowoon shrugged his shoulders and asked.

“Then, is the business over now?”

“Oh right. Which professor would you like to take your lessons from?”

Heather naturally ignored Rowoon’s coy orders to celebrate guests. Gregor snapped at the bait.

“professor? Can’t we choose?”

“If it’s normal, that’s it. But that’s not necessarily the case. I heard that if I appeal well, I can go to the professor I want?”

“…If I had to choose, I’d also prefer Professor Taylor.”

Gregor said without hesitation. Taylor was one of the most famous people at the California Conservatory. Not only did he win first prize and runner-up in internationally prestigious competitions such as the Tchaikovsky Competition and the Chopin Competition, respectively, and at one time was known as the most expensive pianist in New York.

One of the professors, Donatti, was also half-studyed by Taylor. To be precise, her husband, who was a pianist like Taylor, was Donatti’s teacher. Other than that, it is hard to count on one hand those who learned from Taylor and became famous pianists.

Considering the thick connections she has in the classical world, becoming Taylor’s disciple was no different than holding on to a strong rope.

“you?”

Heather looked back at Rowoon and asked. At that moment, Rowoon couldn’t help but put on an embarrassed expression. To be honest, Rowoon did not think much about his teacher. Right now, his Walkman has teachers who are incomparable to anyone in the world, and how much use it would be if he was concerned about who was teaching him at the university.

“well. I do not know.”

“… there is no countermeasure. But well, actually, it doesn’t matter. The professors at the California Conservatory are all great, no matter who they are. Oh right. But are you Chinese?”

“No, I am Korean.”

“Then it would be nice to have a professor. I know he is also from Korea. know?”

“I know, but…”

“Then do you know that his son also goes here? a year older than us But after a year, he’ll probably take classes with us.”

“······Where the hell do you get all that stuff from?”

“Everyone is informed.”

Heather shrugged, making a V. She talked for a long time after that. At first, I thought that the affinity was ridiculously good, but as time passed, I got a little tired. So when it was class registration time and everyone had left, Rowoon said goodbye to her with a feeling of being liberated.

And, after she left, he muttered with a sad expression.

“······Ah, I didn’t ask if she was Korean.”

#

Heather asked Rowoon which professor he would like to learn from. And Rowoon showed a sullen attitude toward the question.

But the professors weren’t taking the matter as lightly as he did. Donatti looked at the other professors with earnest eyes.

“… are you really going to give up?”

“Is there any reason to yield?”

“This friend really suits me. I can raise you the best!”

“Well, Donatti, you got along well with friends who specialized in romanticism from before. But Ron, his talents are not limited to romanticism.”

“You know? Am I going to be pretty good at anything other than romanticism?”

“I don’t want to experiment with students.”

Han said in a cynical voice. Donatti looked at Taylor with a terrified expression, but Taylor didn’t feel that he was particularly opposed to Han’s opinion.

“Taylor, are you really like this?”

“don’t worry. Donati. Instead, I will entrust the child to you.”

“…if that child is, by any chance, is he the chief?”

“Yes, Heather.”

At those words, Donatti’s face brightened up for a moment, but soon became strange again. header. All judges gave her the highest score for her performance. It was a different level of play. I wonder if I really need to go to college. Her playing was already far beyond the student level.

However, as a teacher, I had no choice but to feel less attractive. Heather’s drawing paper was already filled with too many colors. On the other hand, I don’t know if it’s because of the large size of the drawing paper, but I felt that there was still a lot of room for color to come in.

As an educator, I had no choice but to be a coveted partner in many ways. But Donatti couldn’t be more stubborn. give him the chief But if you ask for Rowoon from there, isn’t that literally Dingkang?

“······ But why the hell did you give that child to me? I thought Professor Taylor would take me.”

“My students didn’t have many graduates last year, so the schedule is full. So, out of the first year, I was only able to pick one student… but I made a promise to Aiden.”

“Oh, you mean Jungwoo?”

Aiden’s son. Jeongwoo Han. When saying that name, Donatti had to be cautious in many ways. No matter how much he was a student, he was the son of a colleague, and that colleague was sitting right in front of him. Han said in a low voice.

“So Rowoon, I will take that child. Doesn’t it fit? I don’t think we’ll have any complaints.”

“No complaints. I don’t have it…”

There is only regret. Han laughed faintly, as if he had read Donatti’s expression.

“Don’t fret too much. A nugget of gold is a nugget of gold no matter what. Whoever shakes off the dust will eventually reveal itself over time. I will raise that child well, so you focus on the chief.”

“Okay.”

Donatti replied with a slightly sullen expression. And soon he asked in a voice that still had lingering lingering feelings.

“So may I ask how you intend to teach? Are you preparing for the contest? There won’t be much to prepare for next year right now, right?”

“well. I’ll have to check it out first.”

“what?”

“How wide is that child’s bowl?”

Han tapped the armrest of the chair with his finger. His face was unconcerned, but his fingers clearly expressed his otherwise.

“How many can you fill?”

#

“…”

Rowoon was looking down at an empty sheet of music. And next to the music paper, several sheets of already crumpled paper were rolling around.

Some people say that looking at a blank sheet of paper feels like the world has opened up, but he was the opposite. He hasn’t been very good at composing since the old days, and even now that he got a Walkman, that hasn’t changed much.

Nevertheless, there was one reason why he is sitting in front of his desk to compose. Saying this, some might think he’s doing this for his performance journal or composition journal, but he’s similar but different.

The reason Rowoon is suffering now is because of Beethoven’s answer. After asking about ten times what I should do to get his blessing, Beethoven answered. Bring him a song that catches his eye.

Although he had no idea what kind of song he had to perform to win Beethoven’s attention, Rowoon still couldn’t refuse the offer. Beethoven’s blessing, because the name was so unusual.

Beethoven’s blessing had this name.

Absolute pitch for the deaf.

＜ Private Tutoring (2) ＞ End

＜ Private Tutoring (3) ＞

Do deaf people have absolute pitch? It was a contradictory naming suitable for Beethoven, who was able to remain the greatest musician because he was deaf.

However, the blessing will not end with a simple contradiction. Like the blessings of Chopin and Bach, it will surely transform Rowoon’s music into something completely different from before.

Right away, the Mirage Rubato and the eye of music were raising Rowoon’s performance to a level two higher. His sense of rhythm was already incomparable to that of the past, and his ability to recognize and combine melodies individually was also much more developed than in the past.

‘If it is the absolute pitch of the deaf, is it related to the sense of pitch? or not······.’

For some reason, Rowoon seemed to know what that ability felt like. And if that thought is correct, I don’t know if it will be helpful for playing, but it is certain that the world of music he perceives will be much wider than it is now.

The problem was composition. I don’t usually compose often, but how long would it take to create a song that could satisfy Beethoven?

Workman told me that his composing level was 4, but to be honest, Rowoon was confident that he wouldn’t be surprised if his level was 2 or 3. He had never been very active in composing except when taking basic composition classes at school. Considering that, it was rather strange that his composing level was 4.

‘Actually, he has a talent for composing…’