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‘······however.’

weird.

Why do I feel a little more comfortable than before?

Is it the power of the sachet? okay. Sachet is nice. The scent is so great. My mind, which was so dizzy, suddenly calmed down like this. getting warm Somewhere, something… I even feel happy.

‘No, it can’t be because of the sachet. header.’

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okay. It can’t be a sachet. Just, as always… With just such a trivial act, with that light breeze, she was blown away like a dandelion. Lightly, driven by the wind he brought.

So, Heather raised her hand.

[ header. Please come out on stage. ]

“What, why are you leaving so suddenly?”

“listen.”

Heather said without looking at Rowoon.

“What kind of performance will it be?”

You may regret it. Rowoon’s wish hadn’t left her heart yet. But if the wind leaves, will that heart really settle down? Will that be what she wants? No, it can’t be. Even if she hates to admit it, she is in a crush right now. That dizzy mind is her real heart after all.

Like it or not, you have to express it.

have no choice but to express

If you don’t express it, it will be fake and fake.

Because she really has to play.

go up on stage I can feel people’s eyes following her, but there’s only one that she really cares about.

okay. It doesn’t matter if millions of people are watching her or if big names like Jeff or Jayden or Jennifer are watching her. In fact, I don’t even care. I don’t think about how this performance will affect her future.

I want to tell you. I want to tell you.

This heart, this thought, this feeling.

Of course, that guy who doesn’t know anything just thinks that he’s a good performer as always, that he’s sweeter than usual. still.

I still have to tell you

Even if you can’t hear me, I have to tell you.

Is it because of Eric? Yeah, maybe that’s why. Maybe because he played like that, she couldn’t stand it either.

go to the piano She faces an evil friend who has been with her all her life. Help me out today. Whispering like that Don’t reject her proudly like usual, if you accept her, if you want her to sing her heart completely, I hope so.

Thus, Brahms’ Paganini Variations begins.

A song that I have already compared to Rowoon once.

A song that made her experience defeat again.

‘Perhaps, every time I listen to this song for the rest of my life, I will have no choice but to think of you.’

Paganini Variations was already a song that Heather could not do even if she wanted to think of it separately from Rowoon. In that respect, this song could be considered a tribute to Rowoon, at least when Heather played it.

I don’t like it, but

I am proud of myself, but

Even though I feel miserable somewhere,

Because I can’t help it. because that’s her Because that’s the best she can do right now.

‘So listen.’

shout

Borrowing the sound of Brahms, borrowing the sound of Paganini, she exudes everything contained within her.

And, people listened.

“… Hoo?”

Jeff smiled like he was having fun. header. Heather Hong. Jeff had known that name for a very long time. Right now, the duet performed by Heather and Jungwoo in the second round also won first place, and even if it wasn’t so, I’ve been looking for and listening to the song she played at the Chopin Competition Junior.

And he was also a participant who always regretted it. Self-expression and narcissism are different. And Heather has always been a performer belonging to the latter group.

Of course, nonetheless, as long as her innate talent and overwhelming sensibility were with her, the performance was always nice to hear. The reason she won second place at the Chopin Competition Junior was definitely because her charm was real.

However, her playing now is a little different.

Get drunk on yourself, but don’t be swayed.

I feel that they want to care about not only presenting their voice, but also conveying it.

Chewing each note carefully, trying to say something.

‘······Whooping.’

And Jeff was the first to notice what Heather was trying to say. If a young female pianist performs like this, the same reason must always follow.

‘Nothing matures a person like love.’

Mourningly, tastefully, earnestly, Heather is wooing. are expressing The confusion in her mind. It’s a topic that even he hesitates about whether to call it love or not… he doesn’t hesitate to spew it out.

It’s a clumsy heart, but it’s not a clumsy performance. The desire to fully express what is contained within me without missing anything. Her heart was reaching a realm that had never been reached before with her playing.

Does Heather herself feel it? No, she probably doesn’t care about perfection like Eric did earlier. But that’s why it’s possible to play. It’s not a performance that I want to be perfect, but it’s just a performance that I want to play. To the performer that represents the pure essence of the performance itself, so, now she is more perfect than ever.

‘······Yes, you are not the criminal either.’

Heather confesses. Letting go of everything, holding on to everything.

The world hears that confession. Jeff listens, the audience listens, the viewers listen.

Rowoon listens.

Her heart, which is overly complicated to express with musical notes, and can be simple in a way.

and,

“······ah.”

what can’t be understood,

get it understood

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I don’t know how to explain it.

If you ask me if I’m sure, it’s not. Of course. Heather didn’t say anything to him, it was just a vague feeling from listening to the performance.

But that vague feeling, why does it feel like it might be the right answer?

‘Heather.’

It’s already been over a year since I got to know her. It wasn’t an ordinary year. The two shared many sympathies that only the same pianist can share, competed, encouraged, and were together.

The fact that people always mentioned Heather when they talked about Rowoon’s love history couldn’t be seen as a needless push. The two got along so well that they wondered why they weren’t dating, they were always together, and they liked each other.

However, Rowoon only thought that the nature of the liking was different. And, I thought Heather would share the same thoughts.

But, I think that may not be the case.

While listening to this performance by Heather.

Hearing that tone that seemed to appeal to something, something he hadn’t noticed yet.

Rowoon understands.

That his friend might want something other than friendship from him.

A feeling that did not belong to him may have been possessed by his friend.

It was a beautiful performance. I’ve always known Heather was a good pianist, but there’s no other way to describe this performance than it was on a different level. It was different from the past when I was drunk with myself and played frantically. Now her performance was resonating with a clear message unlike any other. It was alive with a narrative, linguistic, and logical structure.

Heather was talking.

was shouting

listen to me

Listen to the words you couldn’t bring out until now. Understand me.

You’re talking so hard

you······.

“…”

why? The same question doesn’t come to mind. In fact, it would be more curious that no feelings had sprouted between the two. Heather was a good woman and Rowoon was a good man. If a man and a woman like that are attached but don’t have any feelings for each other, that doesn’t make sense.

How should you feel? Should we be afraid that our friendship might suddenly become uncomfortable? Or should I just think that this feeling he thought he noticed now is actually his illusion. I couldn’t calm my mind to find the answer. So, Rowoon just listened to her music.

‘······Good Brahms. It’s a good Paganini Variation.’

It’s a play I’ve heard before. No, not once, but quite a few times. However, the header of today was completely incomparable to the header of that time. It was more free, more delicate, and more desperate.

I could feel her desire to connect with the audience.

······And Rowoon seems to know for some reason who the audience she wants is.

“……Crazy.”

“Heather, why are you here? Was it like this before?”

“No, even if I heard him play Chopin, I don’t think it was to this extent.”

“Aww… I’m getting goosebumps right now.”

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“If you play this much, is it really the best? How do you beat this?”

“I didn’t expect Heather to play Brahms this well…”

“Why does this program seem to get more and more intense…”

“Don’t even do that. It’s a structure where only the talented ones survive.”

“Should I be grateful for surviving so far, or should I cry for having to face a performance like that…”

“Just enjoy. that’s a good play It’s not that rare to get a chance to hear such a good performance live. And this performance… I think it will be a pretty important turning point for Heather as well.”