God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 93

“Hit well. very. He was still there.”

“······Still? Didn’t you see that I usually had more bad days?”

“I couldn’t play because I didn’t save it in my head. Aren’t you busy putting in good performances?”

“I don’t think that means thank you.”

“uh? Did you want me to save it?”

“No, it is. go to bed You have to manage your condition.”

“I keep trying to send it. do you hate me?”

“I have a lot of work to do. I have to choose the sheet music.”

“······Hmm. briquet?”

“huh.”

“Who do you like?”

“for now······.”

Rowoon took out a sheet of sheet music. Seeing the name written on the top, Mila made a strange expression.

“Schubert?”

Franz Schubert.

Along with Haydn, Mozart, and Beethoven, he is a musician who represents classicism, and an unlucky genius who is also famous for living in poverty all his life.

Rowoon nodded.

“Fantasia F minor. It’s a good song.”

“But isn’t it long? It’s a song that’s almost 20 minutes long.”

“So, I have to pick up only one movement. Then it will be about four minutes.”

“······By the way, isn’t this mission a little too intense? It’s honestly an unreasonable request to do a solo song in a week, but it’s not a solo song, but briquettes…”

“Well, the conditions are the same for everyone.”

“It’s a broadcast, so it can’t be helped…”

Mila sighed. No matter how much they are focusing on short songs right now, telling them to prepare for the stage in a week is practically the same as telling them not to practice.

In the case of Vivaldi’s Four Seasons, which was introduced in the violin section today, it was relatively less overbearing because there was no one who majored in violin and had not practiced it, but this briquette was a different story. It was inevitable that there would be no experience with briquettes, and the possibility that both of them had experience with the song was even lower.

‘Will this broadcast go well?’

I was worried for a moment, but Mila couldn’t help but laugh. It was because Rowoon’s stage came to mind today. As long as there is a monster that somehow manages to perform under such adverse conditions, I thought that there would be no point in worrying about whether or not this broadcast would be able to captivate people.

“This is not the time to worry. I am the problem right now.”

“Now do you understand?”

“Huh, have you lost your luck while I couldn’t see you?”

“Didn’t you see that often?”

“Anyway, yes. I need to sleep. Schubert or whatever. The fever suddenly rises.”

“……Is everything going well?”

Rowoon hinted. It’s a pretty soft voice for what he’s been harsh on so far. Mila looked at Rowoon with an unfamiliar expression for a while, then smiled transparently.

“huh.”

It was over with those words. Mila drove such a small typhoon for a while and disappeared, and in her dizzy mind, Rowoon looked at Schubert’s score, which he couldn’t read well.

It wasn’t just the conversation I had with her that was in my head. The feelings she had for a moment, the stories Harry told her, and the burden of the briquette song. All of that was tangled in his head like a pair of tangled earphones.

‘I haven’t even said goodbye to Schubert yet.’

Not too long ago, his playing level was 6. That’s why I tried not to receive corrections from many musicians. Because I wanted to show as little of my ugly side as possible.

‘Even though it’s still lacking…’

Still, it’s not at the level of saying hello and embarrassing.

Rowoon was so proud of himself for a while, but soon turned his attention to Schubert’s score again. His mind was gradually getting organized, and to that extent, Schubert’s voice seemed to flow from his ears at any moment.

The worry didn’t last long.

‘is it so. Let’s see. Mr. Schubert.’

The second step to becoming a protagonist is to walk in his shoes.

＜ Two Pianists (2) ＞ End

＜ Two pianists (3) ＞

“Schubert.”

When I met Eric and told him of his decision, he didn’t look particularly dissatisfied. They were the sheet music he had already selected and handed over to us in the first place. No matter what Rowoon chose, the song was bound to be an intersection between them.

“Are you the type to play Schubert?”

“Not much, but enough?”

“Hmm… then that’s it.”

To be honest, it was a bit insufficient to describe it as moderate, but it was Rowoon who had already seen Heather and Eric collide. I didn’t want to light the firewood.

And as long as Walkman’s protection was with him, Rowoon’s power of seeing was to the extent that he quickly got used to a song he had never seen before, just as if he had played it for a while. I was confident that I wouldn’t grab Eric’s ankle.

“But if you’re going to do this, you have to decide how many movements to do. Have you decided on that?”

“I’m going to listen to it with you and judge it.”

“······Well, it’s the same as running out of time anyway.”

It was such an ironic situation that I became relaxed because I had no time.

The two sat side by side and listened to Schubert’s Fantasia in F minor. And with Schubert’s music in their ears until the end, they looked back at each other with thoughtful eyes.

“What are you thinking?”

“It’s just… salty?”

“why?”

“I know roughly how this song was written.”

Rowoon shrugged. It was a well-known story that Schubert composed this piece for his student Caroline Esterhach.

Composing for her is not just a dedication. There was a reason why this song is a briquette song, a song that requires two players to sing together on one piano.

Sit shoulder to shoulder on a narrow chair,

Touching the warmth left by each other’s fingers on the keyboard,

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Weave their music, their thoughts, and even their hearts.

It was a common story that pianists compose briquettes for dating. And Schubert did not become so unique that he did not belong to those common examples.

“I got to play the song that Schubert made to work with you.”

“······It’s a bit gross if you put it that way.”

Rowoon made a genuinely disgusted expression. Eric let out a sigh instead of an apology and leaned back on the sofa.

“Well, what can I do? have to try it once So, which movement do you think is good?”

“The finale feels more alive when I play it with the feeling of bursting out what I have built up step by step from the 1st movement to the 3rd movement. too strong.”

“So, let’s do the first movement?”

“But aside from that, I honestly think the 2nd or 3rd movements are better for the presence of the melody…”

“Something I have no choice but to give up.”

Eric groaned. In fact, he also had a similar impression to Rowoon. Of course, the judges won’t say anything about it because the intro is too intense before you even get into the music, but will the viewers be the same?

— Be the protagonist. Rowoon.

Rowoon remembered Harry’s advice. And that in order to get what he wants, he has to capture the hearts of viewers just as much as the judges.

“If there is something we must take care of in this song, what is it?”

“well. quality?”

“Quality is a must. There will be nothing more than that.”

“Umm… I don’t think my position and mine are the same.”

Rowoon had already proven his worth with the Turkish March, and Eric was just about to prove it. It was a story that if Eric had to show that he had skills, then Rowoon had to show the multi-facetedness of his performance.

skill and versatility. What kind of feeling should I play to show both of them?

“Let’s give up the intro that flows naturally.”

Eric made a decision.

“I want to explode the bomb. Wouldn’t that be better than flowing like water and being forgotten?”

“…well, there’s a point.”

Rowoon nodded meekly. As a result, what they had to do was captivate the judges and the public. In the first place, no matter how much they cared about the completeness of the song, they had to be aware that the performance would be edited piece by piece and delivered to viewers in a form different from what they envisioned.

If so, it is better to play a performance that is a little more passionate and captivates viewers even for a moment.

“Then it’s the 2nd movement and the 3rd movement….”

“Both are songs that can excite the audience with a slightly different feeling.”

If the 2nd movement felt like anger and shock coexisted, the 3rd movement had a feeling reminiscent of an aristocratic lady bursting out with uncontrollable passion.

In that respect, it might have been inevitable that Rowoon and Eric ended up choosing the second movement. Impact is also impact, but in many ways it was judged that it was a movement that could show their color better.

But there were still things to decide.

“Sit on the right, sit on the left.”

It meant which one would have the melody, a high note or a low note.

Depending on which of the two you took on, the attitude itself toward the song was inevitably different. The melodies on the lower clef were not completely at the accompaniment level, but even so, it was an unavoidable fact that the main melodies were more focused on the treble.

Rowoon was troubled. Eric and he had to live together, not compete. As a result, his judgment had to be directed in the direction where they could present the best briquettes.