God of Piano - Chapter 129

Maybe Chris is right.

The mind is not born overnight.

Rowoon has been looking at Rami longer than he thought, but it may be that he only recently accepted it.

Of course, that didn’t really matter. Rowoon said while scratching his head.

“But then what do you do? It wouldn’t work anyway.”

＜＜ Are you already losing? Is it because Eric doesn’t work? ＞＞

“It wouldn’t have been possible for anyone other than Eric. I can’t imagine the picture of someone standing next to that sister. If he does, I think he’s a really cool person that I can’t help but understand.”

＜＜ And you’re not that nice? ＞＞

not so cool

Rowoon tried to answer like that. It was obvious that Chris would nag. But the moment of silence was no different from affirmation in the end.

＜＜ I still haven’t let go of my old temperament. ＞＞

Chris said with a laugh. Rowoon laughed bitterly.

“Even if the tadpoles grow up, aren’t they frogs?”

＜＜ Yes, it’s okay to be a frog. But hey, listen. You’re a pretty cool frog than you think. I don’t know how great Rami is, but he’s not a much cooler frog than you. Look at the audience reaction right now. Who is the hottest topic? ＞＞

“Isn’t this a problem to be calculated that way?”

＜＜ It’s not even a problem that can’t be calculated that way. What I want to say is this. Rowoon. ＞＞

Chris said.

＜＜ You are fine. Hey. ＞＞

It was an embarrassingly serious voice.

But if you don’t appreciate that sincerity, it’s a lie again,

“I am going to practice. Call me later.”

After answering so bluntly, Rowoon hung up the phone. Then, lying on the chair, staring at the ceiling blankly, I soon burst out laughing.

I don’t know anything else, but I think it’s a life with friends.

#

It was Eric who chose Beethoven as the subject of the mission.

He was the musician he loved most from a young age. When I played Beethoven, the reaction of the crowd was always better.

If you ask me why I play Beethoven’s pieces better than everyone else’s, well, maybe it’s because I like Beethoven the most.

‘Then, is it because they like music more than me that they play better than me?’

Even if that was the case, Eric had nothing to say. He, too, was one of the culprits who, at some point, couldn’t love it the way he used to.

Talent is actually not a big deal, but maybe it’s the ability to like something. Just as the more you love, the more sensitive you become to the minor gestures and changes of the object, the more you love the piano, the more your head will be filled with thoughts about it, and you will be able to understand and feel it more delicately.

In the past, he would have thought this was plausible bullsh*t, but since playing Brahms, Eric’s thoughts have changed a bit. The moment he put his heart for Rami into music, Eric felt the music embrace him to the extent that he wondered if he had ever felt that way in his life.

You have to relive that feeling.

Since the unrequited love for Rami is over, I can’t use that feeling as it is then.

However, his unrequited love for music was not over yet.

“Eric, he seems to have changed his playing since then too?”

Heather muttered. Mila, who was by her side just in time, listened to the performance and said,

“It is something that will change. A broken heart is bigger than you think.”

“Have you ever had a broken heart?”

“No, you?”

“doesn’t exist.”

“Well, it looks like it will happen sooner or later.”

“…are you going to fight?”

Heather growled and glared at Mila. Mila smirked and waved her hand.

“Ah, can you? I’m just worried.”

“Could you please stop talking about the situation as if it were different? It seems to me that the odds are on my side.”

“huh? I don’t want to compete with you?”

“······what?”

“lets think. east and west It takes six hours by plane. What would be good for each other if we met at such a distance?”

“……But then why are you harassing Rowoon?”

“Because I like it. Right now, we’re next to each other. then it expresses That’s it. no?”

Heather didn’t have the right to say no. However, there were qualifications that could not be understood. Heather sighed and shook her head.

“I’m not like you.”

“why?”

“If you like it, you like it. It doesn’t matter how far apart you are.”

“If you like me too, you like me too?”

It’s just that the concept of ‘if you like it, you like it’ is different for both of them. The attitude of a person who can only end a crush with a crush and a person who obeys the orders of a crush is bound to be different.

“If you really think so… work hard, Heather.”

Mila shrugged.

“I won’t cheer you on, but I’ll watch. how well you do it.”

“Thank you. very.”

Heather gave a timid response. And that was the moment I was about to leave. The moonlight melody caught her feet.

‘Row.’

It was Rowoon’s moonlight. I knew it as soon as I heard it. Not many of them could play moonlight like this. No, there was only Rowoon. As soon as I heard this, I felt like I was getting wet. A lyrical yet calm tone that reminds me of Beethoven’s country life.

‘Cowardly.’

This is Heather, who was only runner-up at the Chopin Junior Competition for playing Chopin that was not like Chopin.

What if Rowoon had stood on that stage? Rowoon would never have been criticized for not being like Chopin.

He always was.

I played Beethoven like Beethoven, Chopin like Chopin, List down List, and Rachmaninoff like Rachmaninoff.

Even so, the performance was ROUND-like.

complicated. I envy Rowoon who plays like that, he’s pretty, he’s lovely, and he hates him.

— Work hard, Heather.

The words Mila just left linger in my memory. Heather clenched her fists. Yes, you can’t be swaying.

‘I’ll win this time. Rowoon.’

Like that, they were becoming pianists in their own way.

#

“……Where the hell are we going?”

“I know.”

on the day of the contest. The students all looked bewildered. That’s also true, they weren’t waiting in the hall right now, they were getting on a bus and moving somewhere.

“There was something called Powell Hall.”

“······Powell Hall? Aren’t there only 1,000 seats for the audience?”

“Are we going there?”

“Ah, there’s Powell Hall history, but no matter how popular we are right now, will you let the students in?”

“What else can I not include? We’re not talking about anything.”

“Compared to the pros, I don’t care.”

“Do you want to keep choking?”

Whispering here and there like that seemed to be looking forward to it, even if in many ways pretended not to.

Rowoon leaned back in his chair and looked out the window. Having lived in LA, he knew that going this way would lead him to Powell Hall.

But whether or not they went to Powell Hall didn’t catch Rowoon’s attention. What he focuses on right now is whether or not he can summon moonlight to his stage today.

No matter how many spectators come, it is meaningless if he cannot perform properly right away. I thought so, but…

It was several tens of minutes later. On the way to Powell Hall, the moment he found a crowd of people waiting in line in front of the hall, Rowoon swallowed his saliva without even realizing it.

‘hahahaha······.’

Correct. The audience has meaning.

I haven’t even stood on stage yet, but my heart is already burning.

＜ Moonlight (10) ＞ End

＜ Moonlight (11) ＞

“Why did those people come here…?”

“Why ask something obvious? They came to see our performance.”

“Is the show worth it? Standing in line like that?”

“・・・・・Do you want to say something that suddenly droops like that?”

I could hear the students in front of the bus whispering.

It seemed that the presence of countless spectators was not just pleasant.