God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 118

I don’t know, but I know. That’s why he’s talking even more sparingly now. Even if he couldn’t put it into words, he knew that Rowoon already had what he absolutely needed to get his hands on.

‘······It was good to come out. This pro.’

And Emil wasn’t the only one thinking that way. Even Mila did. Even if she is not a pianist, it is the same that she is doing music after all. Because it’s like chasing a dream.

‘It has changed.’

The pianist, who was always in grief when talking about music, became someone who could enjoy him before he knew it.

how is she

Does she enjoy music?

Mila had said that to Rowoon before. You never know when she’ll lose her voice, so I’ll do my best in every song I can sing. Regardless of her level, she will enjoy the fact that she can do her best.

Is she keeping what she said then?

does it really work with that

The old Mila could answer that question. And I trusted my answer. But at this moment, Mila can’t help but doubt. As a musician, she feels it too. because I’m eager I want to play that kind of performance like Rowoon, that kind of music. I want to sing a better song.

Because it is Rowoon, who is no one else, because he made a different choice in a different situation than her, because she watched him come up from below, so she thinks more, is shocked, and thirsts more.

I think I want to be more like him.

beneficial.

The message Rowoon wanted to convey was obviously not like that. I didn’t tell them to swallow the music, and I didn’t ask them to sing better songs. What he put into his performance was extremely personal and emotional.

But that’s why, because I’m not obsessed with musical things, I’m more musical.

Regardless of what is written in it, his letter itself moves and moves people.

In short, he became a full-fledged musician.

“It is very different from usual. this play.”

Jungwoo said. Heather said quietly.

“I guess there was something you wanted to say.”

“With this performance?”

“······yes.”

“Hmm, if you think about it that way, it seems like that again. Certainly, the emotional line was much more alive than usual. It was just like your playing. But then what did you want to say?”

“Well, there aren’t always many things I want to say. Because he’s a guy with nothing but music in his head.”

“But to think that way, I don’t know today… I didn’t feel like I played while thinking only about playing like that. I don’t know what to say exactly, but…”

“…”

Heather didn’t answer. Jungwoo didn’t know how to express it, but it was because she knew. I know, I couldn’t say more. didn’t want to say Because I didn’t want to tell the camera, the world, and ultimately Irami the feeling she noticed.

‘Yes, it’s a good performance.’

So maybe that’s why I hate it more. Because I know that good performance is not for her. Heather clenched her fists. did the expression. Whether Rowoon got it or not, she did what she had to do. That’s it.

But even so, I can’t help but feel resentful.

For the sin of liking first, the sin of liking alone, she quietly gritting her teeth.

Rowoon’s performance gave many people different impressions in many ways. The messages we felt in many ways and our thoughts may be different, but we all agreed on the fact that Rowoon gave the most impressive performance among the ones he has performed so far.

And what the great saints of music felt was not so different,

[He showed off a performance that went beyond the wall. ]

[The playing level has risen! ]

[ Lee Roun’s playing level is 8. ]

At the end of the stage, Rowoon was naturally acknowledged for his growth.

＜ Two Hearts (16) ＞ End

＜ Two Hearts (17) ＞

Whenever he had to introduce himself, Jungwoo would often fall into a dilemma.

“I am a student.”

“I am a pianist.”

Which of the two is correct?

Of course, most music students would answer that they were students. Thinking that if you go to school, that person’s identity is bound to be a student.

But the essence of a student is to learn. Jung-woo, of course, was proud of spending each day faithfully learning, but even so, it was not enough to say that it fully expressed the person he was.

However, despite this, Jung-woo always answered like this.

“A student. I am learning the piano.”

Do you think that being a student represents him better than being a pianist?

No, it’s just a sense of entitlement.

Because I’m still in college

I haven’t even debuted as a pro yet.

Because I still lack a lot of playing.

That’s why I don’t qualify to call myself a pianist.

I don’t have the confidence to be confident when introducing myself as a pianist.

So, Rowoon’s, Eric’s, and Heather’s performance must have told Jungwoo a lot more. see These are the reasons you thought you couldn’t be a pianist. Nevertheless, you may have just felt They said they played as pianists, not students. He said that he did not take the attitude of a student just waiting for the judges, but the attitude of an artist giving a performance.

All of Jungwoo’s excuses, their performance refutes them head-on.

‘I have to chase it.’

have to chase Jungwoo says to himself. It’s a strange thing. Jungwoo’s skills are better. Everyone will acknowledge him, and even Jung-woo knows it’s true. Nevertheless, Jung-woo feels defeated now. why?

Can a simple difference in attitude lead to such a big change?

With doubts in mind, Jung-woo heads for the stage.

Leaving the eyes of numerous students behind, facing the judges, some cameras with their backs and others facing them.

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go to the front of the piano sit in front of the piano Put your hands on the keyboard, take a deep breath, and clear your thoughts. calm the mind The goal is simple. play his It’s not for scoring, it’s just a performance that’s enough to express. At least now I want to play like that.

I want to

‘······ah.’

The moment he pressed the keys, the moment the tone of the piano touched them, Jungwoo realized. The student’s spirit that he had been embracing for a long time was eating him up again. The shabby heart that wants to be recognized is sprouting again.

After all, even today, Jungwoo is not a pianist.

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“… Hey, what are you doing today?”

When the stage ended, Mila muttered with a dazed expression. Even if I had seen the stage of professional pianists, I wouldn’t have felt like this. The people she has been watching for weeks are performing in a completely different way. Not just one, but several at the same time.

Should I express this as growing up? In the first place, is growth possible in that short amount of time?

Finding something that was hidden would be a more realistic explanation. And that explanation made Mila have another question.

‘Can I have it too?’

There will be. At least, I couldn’t help but feel that way when I saw them. It’s not like they’re anything special. But it was true that this was a special moment and a special performance. Then, how can Mila greet that specialness? how should.

‘I don’t know.’

The answer doesn’t come out. said Juan, a man from Spain who was by Mila’s side.

“Today, in many ways, I feel like going on stage.”

“How can you play like that? It was like he was crazy about something.”

“We are crazy about the song too.”

“······Going crazy. any. But not to that extent.”

In particular, the performances of Heather and Rowoon were momentary, but completely overwhelmed, making them feel like people in a completely different world. Unlike Eric, their skills, regardless of their emotions, were ace level among them. He unsparingly draws out his skills and clearly expresses his feelings, and even those who don’t know music can’t help but be moved by him.

“But it’s a bit suspicious.”

Juan smirked. Mila turned to Juan.

“what?”

“No, why did the three suddenly want to do such an emotional performance at once? You shouldn’t have had a moment like that once. When there is an incident or something like that… What kind of incident will happen in this inn? Am I very limited in what comes to mind?”

“······romantic relationship?”

“Eric has nothing to say.”

Juan shrugged his shoulders.

“But what about Heather and Rowoon? Any guesses?”

“I guess…. About half.”

If there was anyone in Heather’s mind, it was pretty obvious who it would be. When Mila pretended to be friendly with Rowoon, Heather was always sharp somewhere.

But what about Rowoon? Who the hell is Rowoon? Mila frowned. It was clear that it wasn’t her. Even when I poke Rowoon subtly all the time, Rowoon never responded. If so, there aren’t that many candidates left…

‘Oh, I don’t know. I’m not interested in anything else I’ll take care of it.’

Mila put on a sullen expression and leaned back in her chair with her arms crossed. Seeing Mila like that, Juan laughed again, but Mila honestly couldn’t afford to care whether Juan laughed or cried.

And just like that, it wasn’t just Milana students who noticed their strange currents. Harry asked, turning to the other staff.

“Isn’t it just me?”

“······What do you feel?”

“You are just being quiet. I have no sense. Did you really feel no one?”

Some looked bewildered, but others were looking at Harry with meaningful expressions. Harry looked at them and asked.

“Right?”

“I think it’s right?”