God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 94

“How do you see it? Which one do you think I should do better?”

“From what I’ve seen so far, your playing style… I think the lower clef would be better.”

“why?”

“It feels like you think of the overall image of any song.”

So, Eric said, if Rowoon took on the lower octave, the overall stability of their playing would probably be better.

It was correct in many ways. So Rowoon nodded neatly.

“okay. If you think so, then so be it.”

“······Simply like this?”

“There are so many complicated things in the world, but even these things should be kept simple.”

Rowoon said that and focused on the sheet music. Now that the choice was over, I was in the mood to start studying properly. Eric couldn’t help but look at Rowoon in a strange way.

“It looks like a lot, but it isn’t.”

“It was a lot. It’s slowly diminishing.”

“I envy you. that kind of thing.”

“why. Are you thinking too much?”

“… not so few.”

“I knew you had a lot of thoughts about Rami noona.”

Eric stared straight at Rowoon instead of getting angry or denying it. Rowoon peeked at Eric’s face through the sheet music, then waved his hand.

“I was kidding. joke. know?”

“It doesn’t have to be a joke. Because it’s true.”

“Hey, can’t you see the camera over there? At this rate, black history will be renewed for the rest of your life?”

Rowoon laughed and said. But Eric said with a sour expression.

“Why don’t you say you like what you like?”

“That’s not bad, but isn’t it a bit like speaking in front of millions of people?”

“More or less, I already said something, and I don’t care.”

“……Haven’t you ever said that in front of Rami noona?”

“There is nothing to say about that.”

Eric meekly admitted that he was stupid. At this point, Rowoon felt like he couldn’t tell whether this man was cool or not.

“But what are you talking about? I know you will be rejected.”

Despite his pessimistic remarks, his voice was not particularly melancholy. He was dull enough already to be insensitive to the sense of defeat that had been gnawing at him for so long.

“······ But this broadcast, Rami noona will also watch it?”

“That’s what I can’t help it. It won’t be something to hide forever.”

Eric looked at the sheet music. Of course, not a single note was read correctly.

“Now I am in the 4th grade. It’s not long before graduation. No matter what sentence you wrote, it’s time to put an end.”

“Sure.”

Rowoon felt like he heard more words from Eric that he couldn’t have said before. Whether another sentence will come after the period or not, Eric still can’t give a definite answer.

In order to avoid the day when he could no longer write the sentence, Eric needed to finish the sentence he was writing as well as possible.

So the conversation between the two had no choice but to dig deeper into Schubert. Before starting practice, I thought we needed to understand each other what song they were playing.

And that day, just before going to sleep, Rowoon played Schubert’s fantasy piece himself. And once again, I couldn’t help but realize that his power of seeing was enormous. Even though he was playing only half of the Briquette, there was no hesitation in his fingers as he touched the keys.

The sound of Schubert was already clear in my head. The swamp of sound and the eye of music helped him remember all the songs he heard more multifaceted and accurately.

‘If I could get the absolute pitch of the deaf, I wouldn’t be able to compare it to now.’

When I thought that way, I got greedy again, but it wasn’t the ability to get it right away just because I was greedy.

Rowoon thought. Is it possible to unlock Schubert’s private tutoring function before the contest? I couldn’t tell.

The first priority was to obtain his composing journal. Rowoon couldn’t keep his plan that day, that he would only practice once before going to sleep. He didn’t stop practicing until 3:00 in the morning and had to go back to his dorm through a hallway where no one could see.

And of course, his appearance was all recorded on camera. Even though he placed first in the first contest, there was no need to explain how he would have looked as he was still trying to practice more than anyone else.

Whether intentionally or not, Rowoon was definitely fulfilling the main character’s conditions one by one.

It was the next day. Not long before I went to watch Mila’s stage, Rowoon’s Walkman gave off a sweet voice whenever I listened to it.

[ You played the 2nd movement of Schubert’s Fantasia in F minor, the lower octave part. ]

[ The playing score is 51 points. ]

[ First Composition Journal for Schubert’s Fantasia in F Minor has been unlocked! ]

It was time to meet Schubert.

＜ Two pianists (3) ＞

＜ Two pianists (4) ＞

If there is one thing that cannot be left out when expressing Schubert’s life, it is probably poverty.

okay. Schubert was poor. As for how poor he was, he was so poor that he did not have his own piano until he was 30 years old. A pianist without a piano. Could there be a more absurd life than this?

However, if you ask if Schubert’s life was tragic, it was not. Schubert’s life was always shadowed by unhappiness, but the shadow always had no choice but to imply the existence of light.

“older brother. I got a piano.”

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Schubert murmured. he was drunk The eyes under the glasses were cloudy, and the nose and cheeks were red, so anyone could see that he was a drunkard.

said Ferdinand, Schubert’s older brother.

“okay. know. great job. Good work.”

“hehehe, are you glad that you have a piano now, or does it make no sense that you have a piano now?”

“It makes no sense.”

Ferdinand tapped Schubert on the shoulder.

“But, fortunately.”

“······is it so. Yes.”

Schubert grinned. And for a moment, he trembled and coughed. It wasn’t just because of the alcohol. It’s been a long time since his body got sick, and these days, when he’s not in the mood for alcohol, the cold makes him clench his teeth.

“that’s right. older brother. Fortunately, the. Now, now… all you have to do is step up on that corridor. The prom is calling me. The noble elders also like me. Now really, really… I don’t have to worry about anything. Yes?”

“okay. So… please take good care of yourself. Don’t you know that as long as you do that, there’s nothing to worry about anymore?”

“yes. Right. older brother. It will get better. I need to get better. I’m sure I’ll be able to overcome this guy’s condition somehow. And, after that… I will propose to you. I will ask Miss Caroline to marry me.”

“She is a very nice girl.”

“Would you agree?”

“Huh, didn’t you see that lady’s eyes too? He had the look in his eyes saying that he had nothing more to wish for in the world. Maybe he’s the one who loves you the most in this world. More than yourself.”

“Keuhehehe, how can there be someone who loves me more than my older brother?”

“hehehe, it seems that your tongue didn’t stiffen up just because your body was in pain. I’ve improved my life skills more than before.”

Ferdinand grinned and patted Schubert on the forehead. Schubert raised his red face and looked at his brother.

“I am writing a song.”

“Hoo?”

“It’s a briquette song.”

“You have a black stomach.”

Ferdinand burst into laughter as if Schubert’s thoughts were clear. Schubert did not bother to hide it. He smiled shyly.

“I didn’t know that composing with a dark heart could be so much fun. Every time I write down each note, I have so much fun.”

Schubert says.

“Every moment is beautiful.”

Then, the scene changes.

She is in front of Rowoon’s eyes, in front of Schubert’s. skinny body. A face with no cheeks, sunken eyes. black eye. deep snow. Eyes that are so deep that they seem to fall endlessly to the bottom.

What is in those eyes? Schubert thinks. question And in that swamp of curiosity, he feels all sorts of happiness, anticipation, and fear engulf him.

“teacher.”

and she calls him

“teacher?”

“Uh, uh. yes. Caroline.”

“Why are you looking at my face so blankly?”

It’s a mischievous voice. She already knows why.

Still, Schubert can’t figure it out.

“Kuhmm, that, I just thought about something for a moment.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Okay, let’s keep going. How far did you hit it?”

“······well. Where would it be?”

“Caroline. Stay focused. I have to go to class.”

“But the reason I’m here right now isn’t class?”

“Then what is it for?”

“Oh, you’re asking a question you already know the answer to.”

That conversation is the last. The world stops as if it had been paused, and it begins to blur. It’s not just the sight. The overflowing joy and excitement that filled my heart are getting farther and farther away…