God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 102

And on the day that he drank another bottle of potion, Nemorino inherited the property from his uncle who lived in the city, and the village girls fell in love with Nemorino overnight. Nemorino mistook him for the power of the potion, but Adina did not. When Nemorino, who has always clung to her, is liked by other women, she is jealous of him and sheds tears.

Quelle festose giovani

Those girls who passed by with a smile

invidiar sembro.

as if she was jealous

This ‘tears shed secretly’ was the song that Nemorino sang after seeing Adina’s tears.

Che più cercando io vo?

What more do I need to find?

Che più cercando io vo?

What more do I need to find?

The mouth of Hyme, a tenor from the Curtis Institute of Music, was a wonderful representation of Nemorino’s voice.

M’ama! Sì, m’ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo.

she loves me! Yes she loves me, I can see i can see

‘······It’s amazing.’

So, when he confessed it, he couldn’t help but get goose bumps all over his body. Rowoon was amazed. In many ways, Haimi’s voice contained everything people expect of vocal music. Curtis was explaining with his voice that he wasn’t giving his students full scholarships for nothing.

And, Nemorino’s heart too.

‘i envy you.’

Si può morire! Si può morir d’amor.

Yes, I’d rather die! It’s okay to die for love!

To be able to say that it is okay to die of love, how much love must be held in one’s heart. In many ways, it was a lyrics that Rowoon could not relate to. He had never been so heartbroken with love. I wished that such a love existed in the first place.

But even so, I couldn’t help but remember Mila’s face. Vocal music always reminded me of Mila, but in many ways, the incident with her yesterday did not leave Rowoon’s mind for more than an hour.

‘Would it have been different in the past?’

In those days when I secretly kept my love for Mila, if Mila had held hands like yesterday, if that was the case…

It was a pointless assumption. It didn’t matter how Rowoon reacted at that time. It was up to you how to deal with it now.

Loyalty to Chris was the second problem. It wasn’t that Chris was the kind of person who would immediately distance himself from him because Rowoon was dating Mila, but even so, Rowoon’s feelings for Mila were ambiguous.

‘······Well, I don’t need to think about it right away.’

The song is over. As applause filled the hall, Haimi was still staring blankly into the spotlight with Nemorino’s face on. I suddenly became curious. what is he thinking now Are you really sentimental while drawing Adina, like Nemorino did?

A tragedy within a comedy. Ah, this song makes me think that even in that ridiculous life, there is a seriousness of my own.

But what about Mila’s life? Is her life a comedy or a tragedy? What about the scene they are filming now?

With that thought in mind, Haimi walked off the stage after being judged by the judges. Of course, the reviews were good. It seems to be seeing the buds of Pavarotti, to the extent that the same slightly exaggerated expression comes out.

And, the person who went on stage after that was…

“Oh, Milan.”

Heather said in a low voice. Rowoon glanced at that header. Heather didn’t seem to get along very well with Mila for some reason. I thought the two might be a good match.

But there was no time to talk about it. It wasn’t long before Mila’s voice began to fill the hall again.

Ave Maria.

A song that expresses the moment when the angel Gabriel visits Mary, the mother of Jesus, and greets her.

I didn’t know the contents of the lyrics, but I could still feel the gentle and sacred atmosphere of the song.

‘I think I understand why Hanong asked me to go to the church so much…’

It’s literally like hearing the voice of an angel. A voice that you would not be able to understand or even dare to express if you hadn’t thought about God for a long time.

A voice that was too sacred for a half-hearted believer in the faith of blessings to say that he was going to church because of his wish.

Until just yesterday, the woman who brought out such selfish things like ‘let’s talk about the delayed story’ again, now sings like that, as if she had nothing but sacredness in her head.

But it’s also fun that it doesn’t feel like a pretense. Whether she is deeply religious or not, at least at this moment, the moment she sang Ave Maria, her heart would be full of affection for Mary.

Otherwise, this voice cannot come out.

While listening to Mila’s voice, Rowoon slowly closed his eyes. It’s the voice of a person who gave him unbelievable worries, but even so, his voice is literally sweet, sweet.

Rowoon, who was suffering from headaches because of Mila, was able to be free because of Mila for a while.

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As soon as the phone rang, Harry brought the phone to his ear. It was a call I had been waiting for hours on end. Maybe that’s why, his voice seemed to be somewhat tense, but also excited.

“This is Harry Fisherman.”

“yes. yes. yes.”

“yes. Sure. I know.”

“yes. ······thank you. I will not disappoint you.”

“yes. Good night.”

The phone hangs up, and the hand holding the phone slowly dangles. The corners of his mouth stiffen, and his eyes tremble aimlessly, not knowing where to turn. But such confusion does not last long. Soon, his hand grabbed the phone to crush it, and the gun that had blurred in both eyes returned in an instant. Then, he looked back at the staff and opened his mouth.

“Permission has been lost.”

plate has grown.

“in action. As planned.”

I can’t rest anymore.

＜ On the screen (7) ＞ End

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＜ Two Hearts (1) ＞

The key part of the format change was to change the contents compressed into one episode into two episodes.

To put it simply, if the content of the competition for piano, violin, cello, and opera were all aired in one episode, now it can be seen that it is divided into two sections per episode, divided into piano and cello, and violin and opera.

And that meant that they had twice as much time to prepare their own songs.

‘Maybe I can get over 70 this time.’

Until now, Rowoon had to continuously show performances that did not exceed 70 points. It was unavoidable. To be honest, it was impossible at Rowoon’s current level to extract 70-level skills within a week.

However, the story was different when it was given 15 days. It was a time that doubled even with simple calculations.

The subject is simple, Brahms.

‘Brahms isn’t that friendly.’

Not only did he not unlock private tutoring, but he also couldn’t look into his journal properly after he got the Walkman. It wasn’t that he didn’t have time for that, but it was also because Brahms ranked rather low on the list of musicians he wanted to know about.

“Didn’t you play Brahms Paganini at the LA Competition?”

“huh. It did.”

“Are you thinking of playing again? Paganini.”

“To do so.”

Heather shrugged.

“Since the challenge was done as it was, now we have to prove it.”

“Doesn’t briquettes heal your temper?”

“What should I say about briquettes… it’s not just my own performance.”

“If that’s the case, playing a piano concerto won’t satisfy you?”

“No, it is different from that. Matching it with other instruments and matching it with the same piano… Oh, I don’t know. it’s different anyway It’s my performance, but it wasn’t just my performance. that.”

Although he did not hesitate to hold back his words, Rowoon fully understood why Heather said that. Briquette was a performance that gave the pianist a strange feeling in many ways. Neither of them is the main character, but at the same time neither is a supporting character. In many ways, it could be said that it was a performance with many difficulties to express ‘self’.

“It will be fun anyway. Your Paganini was great back then.”

“Are you feeding me now? You said you couldn’t win with that great Paganini?”

“I hope it’s because I’m not the type to bully people with facts.”

“Oh, I hate it.”

Heather was disgusted and slapped Rowoon’s forearm. Then he asked.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“······ Well, it’s not like I don’t know how to play Brahms songs at all.”

“Oh, do you have anything in mind?”

“Variations on a theme by Schumann.”

Rowoon replied in a calm voice. Heather widened her eyes.

“That’s a pretty long song, too.”

“So, I have to pick and write a few variation parts. Neither will you.”

“Ah, indeed. It is.”

“When I was young, I went to a competition with this song.”

The story before he received the blessing of Walkman, before his mother passed away, and before his hands were fully grown.

Rowoon dared to confess about him even though Heather didn’t ask.

“And properly humiliated.”

“why. How was it?”

“It was full of misses.”

Rowoon touched his fingers slowly.

“Before I played, there was another contestant… he was so good.”

“Is that why you were scared?”