God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 112

“······Two heads, still a long way off.”

“know. still.”

Eric said with a bitter smile.

“I feel less young. Thanks to.”

“…”

“Goes. I hope it’s less awkward the next time I see you.”

Rami didn’t bother holding him. I didn’t have a story to tell because I was caught.

And long after Eric left, Rami blankly looked down at her cigarette.

“······ah.”

burnt out

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No matter what romantic currents flowed between Rami, Rowoon, Heather, and Eric, time passed as usual. 2 weeks. It was a preparation period that was twice as long as before, but as the time passed, everyone felt the following.

“······Wow, this goes by so fast.”

Curtis’ Emile muttered. Glancing at Emil, Jen said.

“Uh… Actually, 15 days isn’t really that long of a preparation period.”

“Well, it’s amazing that we’ve been able to do that much in a week. They are all monsters.”

“I really agree with that.”

Jen let out a sigh. With an expression as if it would be difficult to survive among geniuses. Emile stared at Jen. Jen stepped back with a grim expression.

“What, what is it? Why do you look like that?”

“No, it’s because you suddenly look like you’ve lost your temper. Wouldn’t it be a little difficult for our ace to show us this?”

“My, my, my, what ace am I? Don’t keep teasing me like that!”

“why. They say Ace when they see Ace.”

“Don’t do that! Viewers laugh!”

Even his ears were red, and he was in a hurry, like a squirrel that had lost an acorn. Emil said with a chuckle.

“I wonder how the California Conservatory guys are feeling today, by the way. You made quite a big deal. Aren’t you not able to show off your usual skills?”

“······ Well, anyway, it’s Eric and Rami.”

“Still, they are all close friends, but in many ways it might be noisy inside.”

“Roun will do well.”

“…Rounman?”

“That much I can guarantee. I’ve heard you practice a few times.”

Jen said solemnly, as if reading a passage from the Bible.

“I’ll do well this time too. no, it’s already good It’s pointless to even say such a thing.”

“・・・・・Hmm, is it? Because I didn’t do it on purpose.”

“Why didn’t you hear?”

“The better the performance, the better it is to leave it alone.”

Emile shrugged.

“And Rowoon’s performance is always worth keeping.”

“······Agree with that.”

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“If you talk about praising Rowoon from a while ago, will you continue to admit it?”

“It is true.”

Jen said with her cheeks blushing.

“Roun is really different.”

“······okay?”

Emil looked back at Rowoon. Rowoon had a strangely different atmosphere than usual. There was no hint of calmness that was close to detachedness somewhere. It wasn’t that he was just excited, but an atmosphere of pleasant excitement surrounded him.

‘Are you meeting someone? It’s definitely the atmosphere of someone dating.’

It was a similar reasoning. Although he has a one-sided love for Rami, that love gave Rowoon a level of excitement and joy that was incomparable to when he met Kate.

‘Brahms. I think I know why you liked Clara so much.’

At first, I thought it was stupid. To be honest, when I looked at it with a 21st century mindset, constantly looking at someone who wouldn’t come true seemed like a foolish waste of life rather than a beautiful pure love. Didn’t Brahms actually get married?

But now that he had feelings for Rami, Rowoon thought that Brahms might not be as pitiful and foolish as he thought.

‘Just because unrequited love doesn’t come true, it doesn’t mean you can’t get something in return.’

There is an expression of good love just by looking at it. Some may say that it is nonsense, a hoax concocted by poets and writers, but in fact it is not that far off. Isn’t that the heart of parents looking at their children right now?

Even if a child does not return something, just as the child’s happy appearance and smiling face give parents a reason to live, Clara’s existence itself gave Brahms a reason to live. It was the driving force that made him happy, smile, and look forward to tomorrow.

So Brahms did not actually have a failed love. This love gave more than it took away from him.

And perhaps… Rowoon’s feelings for Rami, though different in size, might be similar to Brahms’ in direction.

‘······thank you. Senior Rami.’

Rowoon clenched his fists.

‘Thanks to you, I can go further.’

It happened yesterday. Reflecting on his feelings for Rami, after playing and playing Brahms again and again, Rowoon finally won the award. This is the highest performance score ever achieved by any other song.

80 points.

And, as Rowoon had predicted…

The Walkman unlocked another feature for him.

＜ Two Hearts (10) ＞ End

＜ Two Hearts (11) ＞

guide.

The new lesson function that Walkman unlocked was like that. To explain it, it was like this. Put earphones in your ears. Sit in front of the piano and play the song with the guide function unlocked. If you do that…

On top of his hand, Brahms’ hand overlapped.

Brahms’ sighs, ambitions, stubbornness, beliefs, all of them.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that his soul was contained in that hand… It overlapped Rowoon’s hand. Brahms’ trivial habits, finger strength, sense of rhythm. Rowoon’s hand followed all of them and moved in the form most similar to Brahms.

some may ask There is a performance log, but what is the value of it? Haven’t you already absorbed all of Brahms? Rowoon also thought that way at first. But after I tried activating the guide function, I had no choice but to cancel that idea right away.

‘The hand remembers.’

When replaying the performance log, it was only his mind that felt and experienced Brahms’ playing. However, from the moment the guide function came along, it was not only his mind that remembered Brahms.

Rowoon looked down at his hand. It was the same hand as usual, but looking at it, he felt a lot more than before. Rowoon couldn’t help but realize that he didn’t know enough about how these hands could move, what they could hold, and what sounds they could produce.

‘It contains Brahms. In this hand.’

Rowoon grabbed the Walkman from his pocket. I could feel the rift between Brahms and him getting smaller. There may be many people in the world who play Brahms better than him, but I am sure that no one will play closer to Brahms than he.

“Loona.”

It was then. Jungwoo added his words. When Rowoon turned his head, Jungwoo smiled and asked.

“What good is it? You have a good expression. Today, depending.”

“Ah, it’s not like anything good happened… I just thought it would be fun. play today.”

“You are very much the same. You might be a little nervous.”

“I am always nervous.”

Rowoon deliberately shook his head.

“But I just don’t hate that tension.”

It wasn’t a lie. In the past, Rowoon was nervous because he was worried that he would perform worse than others and that he would not be able to impress the audience. But now it was different. Rowoon was excited because he wanted to quickly show what he had. I was impatient.

‘It’s changed a lot. me too.’

I was proud. It’s something I didn’t realize normally, but now that I’ve seen it, I thought he’d walked a long way.

Looking at Rowoon, Jungwoo murmured.

“I hate tension.”

“・・・・・Well, it’s only natural that I don’t like it. usually.”

Especially for someone who suffered from stage fright like Jungwoo, it was nothing to say. Tension will always be Jung-woo’s enemy. Rowoon said in a quiet voice.

“But don’t be too nervous. brother. It may sound irresponsible, but I honestly think it’s a bit pointless for you to be nervous.”

“Why is it meaningless?”

“Your brother is no joke.”

Rowoon said as if he was asking something like that.

“Honestly, even if hyung does the best here, I don’t think there will be a few people who oppose it. Isn’t it funny to be nervous with such skills? It’s like a professional player pecking while playing soccer with high school students.”

“······I’m grateful that you evaluate me well, but I wonder if it’s okay enough to express it that way.”

“Trust me.”

Rowoon grinned.

“I’m not talking nonsense, am I?”

wasn’t it? Jungwoo questioned himself for a while. However, he soon smiled and nodded his head. What was important was not that fact. Rowoon is trusting him like this. And that Rowoon is not a person anyone can trust.

‘Yeah, I’m no longer the nerdy Han Jeong-woo who passed out on stage.’

Nevertheless, it seems that the mind is still haunted by the memory of that day. No matter how much you promote now, the real you stays in that moment then. So, don’t be fooled into thinking that you’ve become a decent pianist.