God of Piano - NobleMTL

Right now, he can’t give this performance a good score either. A good performance and a good stage are two different things. But Jeff smiled nonetheless. Contestants came here to win. To promote the school and, furthermore, to promote myself.

So what is Jeff’s purpose?

When starting The Musicians, Jeff had already revealed his aspirations. He said he wanted to let people know that music, classical music, is not all that difficult and boring. I want to bring them into this world.

And Eric’s playing suited Jeff’s purpose the most. Regardless of good or bad, a performance that touches the heart of the listener. A performance that vomited everything I had. A performance that makes it understandable that he loves music and that his life is dedicated to music.

The audience will think What kind of charm of alternative classical music makes that student fall in love with it to such an extent? Where the hell is the value and fun that they don’t feel?

‘Right now it’s enough just to ask such a question.’

students are students Of course, the world of classical music is a world where everything is decided when you are a student, but Jeff never doubted that the young man on the stage would later become a pretty cool pianist. If you are a player who can put all of yourself into the piano, eventually someday when that experience accumulates and accumulates, you will be able to put more things into it. Because you will be able to express more.

On the day that the young man was completed, Jeff’s hips were already shaking with the desire to hear him play. No, it wasn’t just Jeff. Jennifer and Jaden were also smiling as they watched Eric play for reasons not too different from Jeff’s.

“…I don’t think it’s happening yet that this floor collapses.”

Jennifer murmured. Jaden and Jeff smiled silently and nodded.

And, just like that, Eric’s performance ended.

The immature and ugly confession of an immature adult, a young man who is still a child, is over.

No cheers were heard. However, as there were no cheers, louder and more heartfelt applause than usual soon began to fill the seats.

Then, Eric raised his blank face and looked at the audience.

‘Why are you clapping?’

Eric knows. His performance just now was obviously excellent, but not worthy of applause.

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It was a performance that was too swayed by emotion. At some point, the audience didn’t even care. He was just focused on releasing what was inside of him.

Nevertheless, do they applaud?

why.

listening to what he said

Eric clenched his fists. I didn’t even think to say goodbye. Because their applause was hotter than expected. The applause embarrassed Eric. It made me think nothing.

And, Jennifer called Eric like that.

[ Eric. ]

Eric turned his head. Jennifer was smiling and looking at him.

[It was a good performance. ]

“… is this?”

After talking, I realized that it was not something a pianist who had just finished playing would do. But it was impossible to take back what he had already said. And fortunately, Jennifer didn’t think badly of Eric’s stupidity.

[ yes. It was good. Because I could feel that you were serious about your music. Perhaps Brahms would have been delighted to hear you play now. If you know that your song can resonate with your heart even after hundreds of years have passed like this… you can’t help but be happy. ]

[ i know. There were several misses. Rubato was too much. It was a performance that focused on self-expression rather than consideration for the audience. If it was a contest or something like that, you might have gotten a failing grade right away. ]

[But I’m just speaking now as a musician, as a fan of classical music. ]

[It was a good performance. ]

[I was happy to hear it. ]

[ great job. Eric. ]

[ Well done. ]

Eric couldn’t answer anything and just stared blankly at Jennifer. Even though Jennifer was giving a compliment, there was him in the back of her mind who couldn’t accept the compliment.

[ Eric. ]

And Jeff said.

[No one is perfect. ]

[It’s about doing your best in an imperfect line. ]

[I think I saw the best of you today. ]

[The score is… at least I won’t announce this stage. ]

[I just don’t want to. ]

In a way, it is natural.

Because music isn’t meant to be scored in the first place.

[ Enjoyed. ]

How can pleasure be scored?

＜ Heart forked (12) ＞ End

＜ Two Hearts (13) ＞

“It is difficult to give points.”

Jungwoo murmured. Rowoon nodded beside him. It was a wise decision. You can only score if you want to score, but there was something in Eric’s performance that couldn’t be converted into a score.

“Look at Eric’s puzzled expression.”

Heather laughed.

“You look like you don’t understand why people like you.”

“Because I was so engrossed in it that I couldn’t understand it, it must have been possible to play like that.”

“That’s right. If you ask me to play again, I won’t be able to do that.”

Right now at this moment.

Performance that can only be done at this moment.

Even if he grows up and becomes a more decent pianist, it will probably be a long way from playing with that feeling like today. All circumstances and coincidences overlapped, and it was good to say that Eric was presented with a small miracle.

Rowoon recalled. The other day, after hearing Rami’s performance, Eric couldn’t hold back his resentment. It was a time when I had no choice but to realize the gap between Rami and him. Of course, the gap in skills wouldn’t be a big problem in a relationship between a man and a woman, but it was reasonable for Eric to consider himself humble. It was justified.

‘How am I?’

Rowoon knows. A pianist who has not matured realizes it more than anyone else. That violinist, that woman who had naturally permeated into his mind at some point, was standing on a hill where his voice could barely be heard as an echo.

If he hadn’t been a pianist, if he wasn’t in a position to play music with her, he might have felt closer to her than he does now. You may be more courageous and approach it.

But, because the reality is not like that.

he makes music,

Because I know how great Rami’s music is.

The more she plays, the more she listens, the more Rami seems to be more and more amazing, and it becomes more difficult to get close to her.

‘······Honestly, I have no right to feel sorry for you. Eric.’

No matter what, Eric faced it. his heart, his reality.

Even if it didn’t come to fruition, and even if the way he faced it was a bit old-fashioned and unfashionable, he didn’t hide behind. I stopped hiding.

Could Rowoon do that?

Knowing the answer to that question, Rowoon had no choice but to treat Eric’s performance a little more solemnly and seriously than others at this moment.

And also header.

‘It must be similar. The two of us.’

Unrequited love is as lonely as it is beautiful. The feeling of liking is so dangerous. The more you want the other person, the more you neglect yourself. The more you adjust to the other person, the more difficult it is for you to take care of yourself. Because the center of the world is aligned with you, not me.

‘This is why I hate it. Things I like first.’

Heather clenched her fists. she liked her That’s why I couldn’t stand watching Rowoon get shabby just because she likes her.

Nevertheless, he has no choice but to become weak in front of Rowoon. Every gesture he showed, every word he said, he was looking for a meaning that couldn’t exist, looking for a possibility, and then he became small again.

‘What kind of performance will come out.’

Heather listened to the Paganini Variations inside her. The sound was muddy. It was only natural that the more he thought, the more muffled the music became.

I hated that. I had to hear her music. This isn’t her music, I don’t want to hear it.

Heather closed her eyes and sank quietly into her. calm down. Calm down, Heather. something isn’t happening right now It’s not even the end of anything. Just play like you normally would. just like that…

‘·······················.’

Heather sighed involuntarily. And Rowoon smiled quietly as he looked back at Heather.

“Why are you sighing like that?”

“… you don’t know.”

“No, why do you always look at me and say you don’t know anything?”

“Because I don’t always know.”

“Then let me know. What do I not know?”

“It’s just that I’m nervous. Never mind.”

“・・・・・Hmm.”

At those words, Rowoon rummaged through his pockets for a moment. And it was after a while. In that hand, something like a strange pouch was clutched.

“ruler.”

“······what’s this?”

“Sachet? I don’t know. I saw it somewhere the other day and they said it was really good for calming the mind and body.”

“Does it work?”

“well. Did I look like I was trembling on stage?”

It wasn’t like that. Heather slipped the sachet from Rowoon’s hand. After sniffing it for a moment, he leaned back in his chair with a slightly relaxed expression.

“I don’t know the peace of mind, but it smells good. Is it the scent of lavender?”

“I can’t even remember the name of the incense. I’m just taking it because I like it. Take it if you need it.”

“······thank you.”

My ears may have turned a little red. So, for no reason, Heather covered her ears with her hair. annoying guy When I’m trying to calm my mind, I’m handing you something like this and it’s crazy.