God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 84

“yes. Have a good rest.”

“If anyone sees it, they’ll think this is your break room. So, Mozart again?”

“yes.”

“Coming to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you play Mozart.”

“So I’m going to practice a bit. Before the broadcast, it would be better to reduce the weak points as much as possible.”

It was also time to properly say hello to Mozart.

＜ How to prepare for a broadcast (2) ＞ End

＜ How to prepare for a broadcast (3) ＞

Mozart.

Perhaps, along with Beethoven, he is the most prominent and famous figure in the history of classical music. And as such, it was also followed by a lot of bizarre stories. For example, there was an eccentric who felt s*xual pleasure through sh*t.

‘······Still, the poop story isn’t real.’

No matter how much he was Mozart, seeing him excited about things like sh*t made me feel like my heart for him would go cold in many ways.

The song Rowoon was practicing right now was Piano Sonata No.16. It was a song often chosen by beginners who play Mozart for the first time. In fact, Mozart also composed songs for beginners.

Why bother practicing such an easy song? The reason was simple.

‘······It was the first Mozart.’

And, his mother, Lee Yeon-joo, was one of the few Mozarts that he taught himself.

— Rowona. Isn’t Mozart’s voice very strange?

— What’s so strange about it?

— Now, listen. In Mozart’s music, each note seems to drip like a drop of water, doesn’t it?

— Uh, huh? is it real

‘······Mom was a Mozart fan.’

Rowoon looked at the sheet music he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was a song I played when I was in elementary school. But even so, it didn’t feel that strange. The fun of the piano was in this place. Before even reading the sheet music, before recalling the memory, the fingers move in advance and recall the song.

At times like this, he even wondered if there was another ego in his fingers that he didn’t know existed. And it made me realize that he has the fingers of a pianist.

Thanks to this, it didn’t take long before I got a composition log of Mozart’s Piano Sonata No. 16. Perhaps because it is a song made up of three movements, when he first played back the composition journal he obtained, Rowoon became a young Mozart and faced his father, Leopold Mozart.

“Wolfgang (Mozart’s name, his full name is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart). Look over there.”

Leopold’s finger pointed to the streets of Vienna. The mansion of the nobleman who invited them was on top of a hill, so all the lights below it could be seen in the distance like dots.

“Do you know what the lights down there are busily doing?”

“······I don’t know.”

“I want to reach this mansion.”

Leopold’s eyes shone.

“Everyone wants to reach this mansion, so it’s so bustling.”

“why? What’s good about reaching it?”

“What is good? Look around.”

Leopold looked around the room. In the room, he, Mozart, and his entire family were scattered all over the place. Despite this, the room was so large that it didn’t feel cramped at all.

“Even this room is never outdone by the house we used to live in. Don’t you know how amazing it is to be able to give away such a room just because you liked the performance?”

“But the owner of this house didn’t even know that I made two mistakes while playing. It was a poor performance compared to usual, but I still clapped and shouted ‘Perfect!’”

“It means that the standard of your performance itself is high. But don’t get me wrong, son. Your mistake today is definitely something to be ashamed of. To be truly called a proper pianist, you have to learn to treat each and every mistake so humiliatingly.”

“Father, don’t say too much about Wolfgang. I am only 11 now.”

Mozart’s older sister, Nannerle, who was listening to the conversation between the two, made a snarl. Leopold looked at me like that and put on an expression that seemed absurd.

“Only 11 years old? okay. I am 11 years old. but me Think about who we are able to be here now thanks to whom. Is Wolfgang an ordinary 11-year-old?”

“I know who it is. I know who it is for. It’s been years. Without staying anywhere for a day, just wandering here and there all the time…”

It has already been five years since Leopold realized Mozart’s talent and they went on a concert tour. In a way, it was natural for Nannerle, who had never been in a proper relationship and had just turned 16, to grumble like that. However, Leopold said with a determined expression.

“Since you are also doing music, you should know better than anyone else. Wolfgang’s limits are not so far here. It is a story that in the future, this castle may be put in the hands of this child. Don’t you know what that means?”

“It is a story that Wolfgang succeeds. Before that, though, I will die of old age as an old maid.”

“Nan you!”

Leopold’s voice rose. Then Wolfgang quickly grabbed Leopold’s arm.

“Dad, don’t fight. It’s a good day, today.”

“・・・・・Yes, it is. The nobles of Vienna seem to have been quite impressed with you, so now it’s really up to you. Will you be there?”

“I’ve always done things to impress people.”

said Mozart sullenly.

“There is nothing difficult.”

The journal was there. Rowoon slowly opened his eyes as if waking up from sleep and looked down at the Walkman for a while. 1 movement. Although it was a diary of only one movement, I couldn’t help but feel the tremendous confidence contained in Mozart even with that diary.

‘Well, since I was young, I’ve always been admired here and there.’

Wasn’t even Beethoven treated as a second Mozart?

After playing some of Mozart’s journals, the feeling of my heart beating constantly did not go away. It must be because Mozart’s unique and confident way of thinking was temporarily transferred to Rowoon.

‘······I should have learned Mozart a long time ago.’

It was to the point where I thought that if that had been the case, at least I wouldn’t have suffered from lack of confidence.

After that, Rowoon immersed himself in practicing Mozart’s songs like a man possessed by something again. I unlocked the journals of the rest of the movements, and furthermore, I also obtained the performance journals. And finally, he unlocked Mozart’s ‘private tutoring’ function…

In July.

It was around the time filming for The Musicians started.

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“Wow, I finally ended up here…”

Linda muttered in a broken voice. Since all semesters except for the summer semester are regular semesters under the quota system, in fact, they have come this far to earn more credits during vacation.

“California, it’s so hot…”

“It is summer. hot is right New York was hot too. No, I think New York is hotter.”

“In terms of the temperature itself, New York may be hotter, but the sun is so stinging in LA. I feel like I’m getting fat. Oh, would you like some sunscreen?”

“…really?”

“Don’t regret later?”

Saying that, Linda took out sunscreen and started dabbing it all over my arms and legs. It was when Anton flapped his sweaty T-shirt. A soft voice resounded beside him.

“It’s been a while in California…”

black hair. Slightly sunburned skin. Brown eyes and pale coral lips. Conditions that should have been modest came to her, and all of them became elements that made her splendid. She was a woman whom Anton and I had only spoken to a few times. Juilliard’s new opera star.

“Mila. Were you from California?”

“huh. Ah, come to think of it, my friend also appeared on this broadcast. There’s a guy who went to California Conservatory.”

“uh? no way······.”

“Now, everyone, please come in here! We will guide you to the accommodation from now on!”

It was just as Anton was about to ask. A staff member came and started leading them in a loud voice.

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It was after being guided to the accommodation one by one, like ducklings following a mother duck. After unpacking, the group was already gathered in the break room.

“Oh, there are passengers.”

And soon, students from other schools began to flock one by one, grinning. 8 schools, 4 divisions. And considering that there were 4 students participating in each category, there were a total of 128 people who would stay in this hostel.

“Uh, aren’t you Anton?”

And Anton was a celebrity in many ways. Whether through newspapers or by passing by at competitions, people who recognized Anton started talking to him one by one out of curiosity. Anton greeted them kindly. He wasn’t shy, and he wasn’t the type to get tired of dealing with people.

“But I didn’t know you would be here. I thought you were slowly preparing for the competition.”

“I was doing it.”

“But did you quit and come here? Oh, is this a pretty hot show here than I thought?”

“Whether it will be a hot broadcast or not will depend on how we and the PD do it, but… I thought it would be fun.”

And I also wanted to meet Rowoon.

It was the first day after all, and the broadcast hadn’t even started yet, so I couldn’t really see the common checks that competitors would see. Rather, everyone worked hard and let’s see each other from above, it was such an atmosphere. It’s unclear how long that atmosphere will last.

“But who will win the piano department?”

“Can you guess that already?”

“You can roughly predict it. If you were there, Juilliard would definitely be strong… And I heard that the Curtis guys are also participating this time? It will be tough there too.”

“Curtis what…”

Curtis was also known for attending college with all of his students receiving full scholarships. Deserving students who have the potential to teach without paying tuition. Already, that alone puts the weight of Curtis’s students on their shoulders.

“I can’t lose to Curtis even if it’s because the tuition I paid is worth it.”

“hahahaha… Good job. But isn’t it time to be conscious of only Curtis?”

“Where else?”

“California Conservatory.”

“ah······.”

The other person nodded. If Juilliard has tradition and Curtis has fame, the California Conservatory has always had something beyond common sense. Whether it should be expressed as individuality or as cleverness, opinions differ depending on the person, but…

“There are monsters there too.”

“······monster? Oh, maybe that friend. Heh, heh… Oh, I forgot the name.”

“Heather?”