God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 116

“i envy you. When will I come to this turning point?”

Words like that popped up all over the place. It was a performance that I couldn’t help but admire. Heather seemed to be freed from the chains that had bound her for so long. Like a bird released from its cage, each of her voices rang clear and bright.

So, when Heather’s performance faded away leaving behind its last echo,

The applause of the students sounded somewhat powerless.

I couldn’t help it. It was a performance that couldn’t help but be overwhelmed. What genius is, what music is, Heather showed everyone with just one performance. Why she has been receiving so much attention, and what potential she has.

‘An unusual guy.’

Rowoon swallowed a bitter smile and applauded. Although he has a lot of worries and complains that he always stays in place, Heather never had a day where she didn’t improve. She always moved forward and always corrected my flaws.

Would Rowoon be able to catch up to Heather without the blessing of Walkman? Apart from talent, he has already lost from his attitude. Heather’s attitude to endlessly explore and indulge in music, that woman who borrows music even to confess her feelings, always gave Rowoon a new kind of stimulation in many ways.

Simply put, she was cool.

[ ······Awesome, Heather. ]

So, Jennifer’s voice calling her must have sounded more agitated than usual. That’s how they felt. Jennifer, who has been playing music on this floor for a long time, must have felt more from Heather’s performance than they had ever seen.

[The only word that comes out is great. I’ve listened to your performances many times, but through this performance, I think you’ve grown a step… no, a few steps higher. ]

[It was an ideal performance. Your colors are elaborately overlaid on Brahms’s and Paganini’s colors. ]

[But the color combination was so beautiful. It’s not just an outburst of genius. I felt that you were trying to coach each and every flow of notes, and that you were leading yourself as a conductor, not just playing. ]

[You were a performer and a musician. ]

[I don’t really like giving compliments like this, but this time is an exception. ]

[It has been a long time since I felt a deep impression. It was creepy. ]

[So I want to say thank you. ]

[I was able to appreciate it with the mind of the audience, not the judges. ]

[Thank you for the pleasant memories. ]

[Perhaps, when I hear the name Heather Hong, I will always think of today’s performance. ]

It was a tribute to the need to do this. But Rowoon understood. As far as I know, it sounds like a law. In Jennifer’s ears, all the messages Heather wanted to convey to Rowoon must have been delivered a little differently than Rowoon felt, but never worse or worse.

And music is inherently more beautiful when accompanied by such a narrative. Heather’s playing had a perfection that no one in this room could imitate.

‘······Can I make a sound like that too?’

While practicing the Schumann Variations this time, Rowoon went through a lot of changes and growth. But is there any sadness in his heart comparable to Heather’s?

The amount of practice or the intuition itself about music may not be greatly pushed. However, in terms of the size of the heart, to be honest, I didn’t have the confidence to beat Heather. I didn’t have the confidence to bring out pure words with such a pure voice. Because he still hasn’t been honest with his feelings about Irami.

So, Rowoon, who was about to raise his hand right after Heather, had no choice but to hesitate for a moment and organize his thoughts. Jungwoo said while looking at Rowoon.

“When are you leaving?”

“······I was originally going to leave soon, but I’m a bit worried.”

“Well, it’s not worth it. None of the other kids are even raising their hands.”

So somehow Harry had to give Harry a little unplanned break. While people were running out in groups of two and three talking about Heather’s performance, Heather immediately disappeared. Rowoon thought about following her for a while, but in the end he couldn’t. It was because he had seen Rami heading towards an empty lot with a cigarette.

“sister.”

“Uh, what are you doing here to smoke? smelly.”

“······What a day or two?”

“You know secondhand smoke is worse, right?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. It is said that secondhand smoke is bad, but isn’t a person who smokes both direct and secondhand smoke at the same time?”

“······Actually, I often thought of that too, but anyway, it’s not good to drink next to you. Not even a smoker. Go and take care of your condition. You have to go on stage soon.”

“…then it’s okay if you’re a smoker?”

“uh?”

Rami looked at Rowoon as if asking what he was talking about. Instead of answering, Rowoon picked up Rami’s cigarette pack and pulled out a cigarette. And put it in your mouth.

“please. fire. I will write too.”

“……Did you eat something wrong?”

“Give me just once.”

“Oh, no. I don’t know anything else, but I don’t want to become an older sister who makes my brother start smoking.”

“I don’t start. Because I’m only writing it now. Just give it.”

“······Ha, I really don’t know if I’m addicted to this?”

Rami lit Rowoon’s cigarette as if he didn’t understand why he was doing this. Rowoon put the cigarette in his mouth and spat it out. It was a typical outside cigarette, but Rami didn’t bother to point it out. If you’re going to smoke it once anyway, why do you have to suck it deep into your lungs?

Rami smoked a cigarette. I could feel the tar and nicotine riding down my throat and filling my lungs. Rami asked, spitting out smoke that had been preached so vehemently that it was noxious.

“But why are you doing this all of a sudden? Are you nervous? A kid who doesn’t even get nervous normally.”

“······It’s just, it’s complicated to think.”

“So, does this help?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it helps.”

Rowoon smiled bitterly and smoked another cigarette. And as if something was wrong with my breathing, I immediately started coughing and coughing. Rami patted him on the back as if she couldn’t stop it.

“They say why do you suddenly smoke cigarettes that you haven’t even smoked?”

“······Nuna, did you feel it while listening to Heather’s performance?”

“Oh, that was good. Uncharacteristic of Heather, she tickled me very much.”

“Is that all?”

“What else do I need?”

“… it’s not like that.”

I wanted to ask if it wasn’t a performance like confessing love. But Rowoon couldn’t do that in the end. Instead, I just thought. He thought that if Rowoon played with the same mindset as Heather, would Rami notice his heart just like Rowoon did?

“······sister.”

“huh?”

“Listen to my performance.”

“・・・・・That’s what you always listened to, right?”

“Nevertheless. I hope you listen better today. I prepared hard.”

“Hmm… Yeah, I don’t know what it is, but I’ll do it for now. and.”

Rami laughed and took Rowoon’s cigarette and put it in his mouth.

“If you’re going to let it ride like this, just give it to me. Don’t waste it.”

“…”

Rowoon watched as the cigarette in his mouth burned between Rami’s bright red lips. And I felt his heart pounding for a moment even at such an insignificant action.

And, I thought.

perhaps······.

Like Heather, he might be able to step up too.

I think I can do ‘real performance’.

＜ Two Hearts (14) ＞ End

＜ Two Hearts (15) ＞

‘I’m not really normal either.’

Putting the person you like in front of you and focusing more on the idea of growing up because of that person.

It might be an unhealthy idea in a way, but Rowoon made up his mind to think about it later unless it was healthy. It was time to grow up. In the end, Rowoon knew very well that the moment he felt the happiest was when he presented a performance that he could be satisfied with.

However, if you ask me if this is just musical greed, that was not the case again. In fact, Rowoon’s feelings right now were quite ambiguous. Rowoon was honestly not sure if he wanted to vent his feelings for her using music as an excuse, or if he wanted to use even this kind of heart.

Just act as it flows. Either way, whether this is cheating on your feelings or using them, if you act, the results will come anyway. As the results pile up, you will grow on your own. you’ll be a better person having such a vague belief.

The break wasn’t long. When he returned with the smell of cigarettes, Heather looked at Rowoon with a slightly curious expression. But she said nothing. Was it because he was tired after playing with all his might, or did he already say everything he had to say to Rowoon?

Just because he was Rowoon, he didn’t bother talking to Heather. Now he too was ahead of the stage. I had to immerse myself in the emotions of the Schumann Variations to be performed soon. And, to be a little honest, I had no idea what the hell I should be talking about with Heather right now. To put it simply, it was awkward.

‘······No, it’s not like he confessed anything openly.’

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Rowoon thought about that for a while, but soon stopped. It was not the time to think about this. Heather’s playing certainly had quite a ripple through his soul, but it wasn’t her ripple that he had to focus on.

Irami.

Sorry to Heather, but Rowoon’s performance this time was neither for Heather nor about Heather. It is a song that I was able to grow because of Rami, and it is a song that I was able to enjoy more because of Rami.

So, Rowoon’s gaze had no choice but to keep looking at Rami.

‘Pretty.’

But just because it’s pretty doesn’t mean it’s good.

It’s not that she’s good at music either.

Of course, they could be one of the reasons. But why do I feel such a strange feeling for Rami…?

Rowoon still doesn’t know the answer. But he was ready to accept himself who knew nothing. ready to express

Rowoon looked at the stage. Brahms’s voice seems to ring in my ears. to play your Express me, but don’t make it a purpose. Just because his notes are engraved on the paper, there is no reason why he cannot be used as his drawing paper…

‘is it so. Let’s try. Brahms.’

The performance is over. The judges’ review followed quietly, and Rowoon’s hand went up.

“Oh, Rowoon.”

“I was told when to leave, but now I am leaving.”

“What was the song he prepared?”

“Schumann Variations.”

“Ahhang… in many ways, it’s a rowdy answer.”