God of Piano - God of Piano chapter 96

So Heather clung to Mila’s side and started chattering. where did you get your hair How is the New York air? isn’t it hot I want to go on a trip this time, but what kind of clothes should I bring in October? Are there any foods you must eat?

It was a friendly conversation in many ways, but for some reason, I strangely felt like I didn’t want to be among them again.

It was Jungwoo who saved Rowoon, who hesitated for a while. He patted Rowoon on the shoulder and headed to another sofa. Then, looking at Rowoon sitting next to him, he smiled.

“This day is coming. You and I appear on TV like this.”

“Iknow, right. I really couldn’t have imagined it.”

“good night.”

Jungwoo said while looking at the TV. The voice actor was talking in an exaggerated voice about how many things you could order for $5 at McDonald’s.

“If the.”

Jungwoo was out of luck.

“If this broadcast succeeds, if we survive to the end, if we become the winners like that…if only most people know about us. Have you ever thought about what our lives would be like then?”

“I never thought about it that deeply. I want to focus on the things I need to do right now.”

“I’ve been thinking about it.”

There was a smile on Jungwoo’s lips. It was hard to see that it was an intentional smile. Just imagining it made me feel better, a smile as if the joy in my heart naturally flowed out.

“I’m going out for coffee in the morning. Sometimes there will be days when no one recognizes you, but sometimes someone will say hello. It could be someone who simply knows my face, or maybe someone who has heard my music. When they see my face, my music flows in their ears, and after exchanging greetings like that, they will go home and search for my music again.”

“······ Famous is good.”

“It’s like saying it’s famous. It’s a little different from that. Um, what should I say… okay.”

love. Jungwoo murmured.

“I want to be loved.”

Perhaps the reason he said that was because he and his father didn’t have a good relationship. But Rowoon didn’t add anything to it. I just wished. Whatever Jungwoo wishes for, I hope it comes true. And I hope it’s as happy as he hoped.

Rowoon looked back at him and thought. What is he like? Does he want to be famous? do you want to be loved okay. It was. who would be like that Pianists are beings who realize life through the applause of the audience. However, if the applause resonates even outside the stage, wouldn’t their lives belong entirely to the piano at that moment?

And it was around that time. The Musician’s intro video started playing. The judges, the stage, the piano, the cello, and the singing students passed by in succession.

All the students who saw their faces for a moment burst into laughter.

The beginning of the broadcast started with a documentary-like interview video. There were students, and there were older fans who had been playing classical music for decades. What is classic to them? Why do you love classics? There were questions like that,

＜＜ Classical music is music, history, and stories. ＞＞

＜＜ When you think about how long the three-minute song that you’ve heard has been written, how many different musicians it has resonated with, it can never feel short. . ＞＞

＜＜ Musicians who have struggled for hundreds of years to play a little better. ＞＞

＜＜ How long they had to practice before their hands could play it. ＞＞

＜＜ When you understand all of that, their ‘music’ will finally reveal its true nature. ＞＞

The fans responded.

The scene changes. The fame and level of all the schools that have decided to appear in The Musicians is expressed in a slightly exaggerated tone, and all the students who have decided to appear in The Musicians are briefly flashed by.

And, before you know it, the screen is the competition venue.

Judges, including Jeff, announce mission songs for each category. And soon, the students scatter and start preparing songs in their own way.

And the camera catches the header. The focus is on her preparing a song for Ravel, and her career, among which being the ‘runner-up at the Chopin Junior Competition’, appears.

The students who were watching him cheered and said, “Oh!” They didn’t yet know that Heather wasn’t just bragging about the title.

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At least, until PD asks.

Why didn’t you do Chopin?

Heather looks at the camera, looking at them. It is a strange expression in many ways. Rowoon wondered if he had ever seen Heather make that expression. Of course, he was well aware that she had a somewhat dark inside compared to her always lively appearance, but the expression on the screen was something he had never seen before.

Well, in short,

She seemed insecure.

＜＜ I thought I shouldn’t. ＞＞

＜＜ I know. I am famous for Chopin. And it’s as good as it is famous. ＞＞

＜＜ But you can’t live playing only Chopin forever. ＞＞

＜＜ I play the piano. Not playing Chopin. ＞＞

＜＜ I want to let people know that. ＞＞

As such, Harry introduced the circumstances and thoughts of several students. Heather wasn’t the only one living with that thought. Of course, it wasn’t that the other students had exactly the same concerns as her, but they all seemed elite and had their own struggles. And it wasn’t too difficult to express it in front of the camera.

So was Rowoon.

＜＜ My mother told me. ＞＞

As soon as the word mother was mentioned, Heather turned to Rowoon. Because she already knew that Rowoon’s mother had passed away. I couldn’t help but be surprised that he poured out all those words into the camera.

＜＜ The piano is a gift from God. So, you better enjoy the gift to the fullest. ＞＞

＜＜ But at some point, I couldn’t enjoy it. ＞＞

＜＜ Ever since my mother passed away… no, maybe even before that. ＞＞

＜＜ The more I play the piano, the more bad memories accumulate rather than good ones. ＞＞

＜＜ How difficult it is to play one song properly. ＞＞

＜＜ And how devastating it feels to end up not being rewarded for all your hard work. ＞＞

＜＜ How miserable it is to see the friend who started with me running in front of me. ＞＞

＜＜ So I tried to quit. the piano. ＞＞

At that moment, the students groaned and groaned. Some of them looked really surprised, their eyes wide open. It was because I remembered Rowoon’s Turkish March. Rowoon showed off his skills, which would be nothing strange to describe as overwhelming. But to think that such a person, at least once, was obsessed with an inferiority complex and tried to quit playing the piano.

At some point, this broadcast was serving as something more than a simple broadcast. We sympathized with each other, learned from each other, inspired each other, and received each other.

And when the broadcast lighted up your stage like that, after watching the time each of them passed by and watching their fingers move, they couldn’t help but be moved by more than they felt in front of the stage at that time.

‘······Oh yeah.’

So Rowoon, no, everyone there had no choice but to think that way for a moment.

‘It will work. this program.’

I had such a feeling. Everyone who watched this broadcast would have no choice but to like classical music, and would have no choice but to love them.

And that premonition was not wrong.

Not long after the broadcast ended, Harry found them with an excited expression. He shouted, holding a beer in his hand.

“Four million!”

Although I was a bit gibberish,

“Four million!”

What is certain is that their journey was a success.

＜ On the screen (1) ＞ End

＜ On the screen (2) ＞

4 million.

Even though Wolf Station was one of the best broadcasting companies in the United States, the figures were by no means bad. It was a number that was somewhat inferior to expressing it as a jackpot, but considering that they were contesting ‘classical music’, it was not like that again.

After the broadcast ended, Harry, who had been celebrating with beer, disappeared, and Rowoon sat around and talked with Eric and other conservatory students.

“Does it look better than I thought? this program.”

“Doesn’t everyone recognize me when I’m walking down the street? I can’t even go out without makeup.”

“Are you pretending to be a celebrity already?”

Rowoon threw a pin. Heather pulled out a hand mirror and examined my face.

“It’s not about pretending to be a celebrity, it’s about trying to be perfect. Even if it’s just one thing, it’s embarrassing if someone recognizes you when your face isn’t in normal condition.”

“If it’s you, it’s you.”

“I will take it as a compliment.”

Heather was painting her lips before she knew it. I didn’t have much time left to sleep, so I wanted to do something like that, but I understood. Heather has always preached that musicians should be as concerned with showing as they are telling.

Rowoon suddenly turned to Eric. Tomorrow, how will they look when they stand on stage? would it be cool? Or will it just look younger? Either that or…

‘Four million people.’

Rowoon swallowed his saliva. 4 million people saw him. I heard his Turkish march. On the screen, Rowoon was directed like a genius. Whenever his fingers moved, the admiration of the judges and other contestants followed like a tail.

Everyone who watched the broadcast would have to know. I couldn’t help but think. Oh, this friend said something different. He said he had something the perpetrator couldn’t have.

‘I have to prove it.’

that they were not wrong. I am a person who can live up to your expectations.

In some ways, Heather, who is fixing her makeup right now, might be thinking the same thing as Rowoon.

Jungwoo smiled.

“Is everyone ready for tomorrow?”

“・・・・・・At least I have the confidence not to be embarrassed.”

Rowoon confidently replied. Eric shrugged.

“well. The problem is that most other guys seem to think that way too.”

“We are not simply thoughts. I’m sure Do you think so too?”

Eric didn’t answer. Instead, he just frowned slightly as if something bothered him. Heather was the first to speak.

“We are confident that we will do well.”

“Hoo?”

“And you know what? This time, even if it’s the same school, the rankings are different. In a way, you guys are competing with us too.”

“So you want to make a bet?”

“Why are you scared?”