God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 88

“… Oh, is it?”

Emile looked back at Rowoon as if he had seen him again. In many ways, although Rowoon has been gaining recognition lately, it didn’t seem easy to surpass the reputation Anton had built over the past few years with just one contest. Rowoon put down the chicken leg, which was left with only bones.

“Well, I was lucky, and I was in good condition, something like that.”

“Luck and condition are also skills. Is there anyone here who doesn’t know that? Do you think you hit it too? Are you curious?”

“Huh, Rowoon isn’t very famous yet, but he’s a friend who will soon become very famous. First of all, he is a friend who placed 4th in the recital category at the California Raccoon stage. This friend!”

“okay? Then, is there a video?”

“Oh, I’ll send you the link.”

“Go out and send me the link later. Strangely, the signal doesn’t work well in this restaurant.”

“Then look at my phone. Because I downloaded it.”

“?”

Not only Rowoon, but also Emil and Radica looked back at Anton with puzzled expressions. The gaze clearly questioned why he had to download it, but Anton didn’t care and showed Rowoon’s raccoon stage. It was Rachmaninov’s Piano Concerto No. 2.

And even those who looked at Anton as if they were geeks had no choice but to change their expressions a little and focus on the video after a while. But Anton didn’t let them appreciate it until the end. After playing for about two minutes, Anton put the phone in his pocket and said smirkingly.

“look. Do you understand why they say that you are a friend who will become famous?”

It was as if he was boasting that I was his friend. Instead of pointing it out, Emil and Radica looked back at Rowoon. And he smiled like he was having fun.

“okay. If you come all the way here, you’re doing a little bit, right?”

“I have to prepare hard. Mozart.”

He smiled even as he said that, rather than being scared, it was the expression of a burning will to fight. ‘Anton is also doing useless things.’ While thinking, Rowoon met their eyes.

In fact, in this mission, Rowoon’s goal was to raise his playing score of the Turkish March to 60 points. I thought that if I went on stage after replaying the performance log a few times, that alone would be enough to give me a competitive edge.

But I guess that’s not enough. Rowoon changed his goal score.

70 points.

It would be right to show off that level of performance in order to overpower the baseline.

＜ Take the Base (3) ＞ End

＜ Take the initiative (4) ＞

When did music start?

＜＜ I am three years old. My mother was a violinist. You taught me a lot from a young age. What started as a play became my path at some point. ＞＞

＜＜ Nine years old. yes. It’s pretty late. So, when I was young, whenever I went to a competition or something, I always had to come back feeling down. And I practiced more with my teeth clenched. ＞＞

＜＜ I started at the age of five. It feels neither late nor early. ＞＞

Can you tell us why you love music?

＜＜ ······Um, well. It’s honestly a bit difficult to pick just one reason, but the first answer that comes to mind is… Is it because I’m cool when I’m doing music? As a person, I don’t think there’s anything special about me, but when I hold a violin, I feel like a person definitely changes. ＞＞

＜＜ Because you always liked it…? I guess that’s the answer. yes. I think there is inertia to what I like. If you like something for the rest of your life, at some point you become inseparable from it, regardless of the reason or anything like that. Rather than saying I like music, it would be more appropriate to say that music is my life. ＞＞

＜＜ To be honest, not too long ago I kind of hated music. I even wondered why I was doing this. Then, at some point, I thought so. No, I’m sure I didn’t like music? Since when did music become the cause of my stress? ＞＞

What are your goals for this competition?

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＜＜ Jeff said so. I hope this broadcast will be an opportunity to revive the classics. Me too. What I’m good at is what I’m good at, but I hope this broadcast will help people understand what classic tastes like. ＞＞

＜＜ We have to win. Because I am a person who is more interested than anyone else. I want to attract people’s attention and show how great my performance is. ＞＞

＜＜ I’m enjoying it. Whether I’m eliminated or won, I hope I don’t have any regrets when I go back. If I can judge that I did my best to sing and go… that’s enough. ＞＞

widely.

The mouse clicked, and the endlessly playing video of the interview stopped.

The main PD, Harry, watched the numerous interview files floating on the screen with serious eyes. Looking at Harry like that, Ben, the assistant, asked.

“What do you not like?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it… I’m thinking about it. How to put the first button on.”

For this type of show, how to organize the first episode was more important. The first episode of the show didn’t just serve as a hook to bring viewers’ attention, it was also an explanation of the format of the show to come.

As a result, the most important thing was an attractive character. Even in variety shows, the main and supporting roles are divided. And now I had to decide who to make the main character and who to draw people’s attention to.

“Not all of them are unattractive. Some of them have really good stories…”

“I especially liked that friend. I was a bit nervous during the interview.”

“who. Mila?”

“Ah, I like Mila, but… you know that girl. theory.”

“ah······.”

Harry nodded and moved his mouse. After a while, Rowoon’s face appeared on the screen, and his somewhat shy face stared at the camera.

Ron, look this way. not the camera. I.

＜＜ Oh, yes. sorry. ＞＞

Now, can you tell me about when you started making music?

＜＜ Um… I don’t know exactly, because I grew up playing the piano with my mother from a young age. By the time you start talking, you must have started playing the piano, albeit clumsily. ＞＞

Oh, I see. Is your mother a pianist now? or not······?

＜＜ ······He passed away. ＞＞

momentary silence. Before Harry could think what to say about it, Rowoon continued.

＜＜ But out of all the people I know, he loved the piano the most. No one I know has a more happy face than my mother when playing the piano. ＞＞

······okay. My mother would be very happy to see Ron now.

＜＜ I am working hard to become a proud son. ＞＞

great. I’ll move on to the next question. Can you talk about why you like music?

＜＜ Well, well. There must be several things. I really liked the memories of my mother playing the piano together. Because it was the happiest time of my life. After my mother left, I felt like I was lost for a while… But still, the moment I could really feel life was when I was playing the piano. ＞＞

What is your goal for this competition?

＜＜ ······I want to show it. to people what kind of play i can play ＞＞

Calm and resolute, in a voice quite heavy for a young student not even twenty yet.

＜＜ Who Rowley is. ＞＞

“······Hmm, a friend with a strange aura. Isn’t it?”

“I can see why you say that.”

Harry shrugged and agreed. When planning this program in the first place, among the videos Kane handed over was a video of Rowoon’s raccoon stage. It was good to say that the California Conservatory of Music became the first school he was invited to, to some extent due to Rowoon’s virtues.

“First of all, it’s unfair to catch the strands only through interviews. You’ll know when you do the mission. who is the main character. Who will be our joker?”

“······There is only one day left.”

“How about the practice room?”

“Noisy. Everyone seems to have burned their feet at the end.”

“Huh, hold them all properly. Because there is no material that is as easy to capture the hearts of American viewers as the students who work hard.”

“Do not worry. We are filming all of them without missing a single one.”

“I don’t know if these friends know. That I am trembling just as much as they are.”

No, maybe it was Harry who was most nervous right now. No matter how much he wanted to make a good program, if the cast was poor, he had no choice but to become a program waiting for the day he would die.

‘Please. Show everyone.’

It was when Harry put his hands together like that and prayed.

For a while, Rowoon was playing the Walkman, not knowing in his dreams that he had been considered for the lead role.

＜＜ The Turkish march is basically a rondo. It would be good to play while remembering that part. ＞＞

Mozart said so. Rondo. A song with the same progression as ABACA. In many ways, it was a song with a good structure to secure the unity of the song.

Rowoon nodded his head obediently, but looked at the piano with a slightly uncomfortable expression.

‘I can’t exceed 68 points.’

The goal was 70 points, but in the end, Rowoon failed to reach that goal. Of course, there was no doubt that the 68-point performance was a good performance, but even so, I couldn’t help but feel regret.

＜＜ You son of a b*tch. Don’t be greedy for nothing. You don’t have to realize how great the growth you’ve seen right now is. Beethoven said that his friend would envy him. ＞＞

“I don’t think Mr. Beethoven would agree.”

＜＜ Would you agree so easily with the author praising others? Anyway, put down your greed. Don’t you know that might be the reason that makes you go more slowly? ＞＞

“That’s right. Still, I can’t help but be greedy.”

＜＜ Well, it’s actually natural. Isn’t being a musician basically living for that great taste? ＞＞

It was something that could be said about Mozart. It was because Rowoon had been counted on one hand to live up to his great taste. Mozart added in a coy voice.

＜＜ And, at least from what I’ve heard… you can deal with these goofballs. ＞＞

“······There are only friends who are all in one place to say that they are talking about each other.”

＜＜ Originally, isn’t it that you don’t have anything to say even if you hear the gossip? Even if it’s not the country, I think I’m doing some music now when I’m at the level of representing my region. ＞＞

“If you had met the old me, you wouldn’t have treated me as a musician.”

＜＜ Heh heh, now you talk like I’m treating you like a musician. That’s good confidence. ＞＞

“…”

In many ways, it didn’t seem to cross the line, but each and every word was nasty. Rowoon put down his earphones. Conversations with Mozart were no longer meaningful. Now was the time to properly prove the value of his sweat and time.

It was then. The door slammed open at the emergency exit, and Anton looked down at Rowoon with a slightly surprised expression.

“Oh, Rowoon. What are you doing on the stairs?”

“… Ah, I want to be alone for a while.”

“come fast. They say they’ll start filming soon.”

start filming It was a story that their confrontation would soon begin.