God of Piano

Chapter 32

‘The blessing of Liszt must be related to technique. so······.’

If he were to receive the blessing of the list at all, his almost only weakness would be mitigated. What is the reason Rowoon can’t completely beat Gregor right now? Wasn’t it because Rowoon lacked Gregor’s neat and flamboyant technique?

It didn’t take long to make up my mind. His lack of dexterity was always a problem to be overcome. I can’t guarantee that looking into Liszt’s life will unconditionally solve it, but it’s clear that at least it will help.

‘As for the song… as expected, that would be good.’

Liszt’s Transcendental Technique Etude, No. 4. Mazeppa.

Liszt’s masterpiece inspired by the poetry of Victor Hugo. Along with La Campanella and Eroica, it was one of Liszt’s best songs for transcendent technique. And, at the same time, it was also a song that Rowoon had always dreamed of, but in the end, it was a song that he had never been able to perform properly.

It’s different this time. It will be different. With that determination, Rowoon began to study Mazepa.

However, the way Rowoon prepared Mazepa was a bit strange. Of course, Rowoon chose Mazepa, so instead of listening to pianist videos or looking at sheet music, he immediately started reading books about Mazepa.

First of all, Rowoon read the contents of Mazepa. I slowly read the story of Mazepa, who fell in love with an aristocratic wife, was tied to a horse and banished to the wilderness for that crime, barely survived, became a soldier in Ukraine, and then became a general.

Rowoon’s quest did not end there. Rowoon went through the life of List, which he had known only superficially, from beginning to end. That his home environment was not very affluent. That the woman’s relationship was complicated. He had three children with Countess Marie Dagu, but two of them died at a young age. Showmanship was active, and he was greatly influenced by Paganini…

The information about the list was piled up in Rowoon’s head one by one, and he began to organize it again. This was one of Rowoon’s recent habits.

After realizing that I had been playing without knowing enough about the composer or the background of the song, and that there was a huge difference between playing with knowing it and playing without knowing it, Rowoon was good at just practicing without countermeasures. I found out that it is not.

Of course, even if he didn’t do any research, if his playing score reached 50 points, the composition log would be unlocked, and if that happened, a huge flood of information would come to Rowoon, incomparable to anything he had researched so far.

But whether Walkman gave it to him or not, Rowoon basically wanted to show the attitude of studying the composer and the song like this. There was a sense that this kind of study was necessary to some extent, even if it was to reflect on myself for failing to keep even these basic things while pretending to do my best.

‘And I get a little more sense.’

Reaching 50 performance points never happened quickly. Especially considering that he was particularly weak in Liszt’s songs, it wouldn’t be strange if he didn’t reach 50 until he met Han again.

So I had no choice but to be sincere in this moment. It was a scene that Mila would have been pleased with if she had seen it. she deserved it In fact, Mila’s influence wasn’t the reason Rowoon came to have this kind of mind now.

‘You won’t look ashamed. Not to you, not to anyone.’

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Rowoon gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Workman’s blessings certainly gave him an advantage over other pianists, but that didn’t stop him from trying. No, on the contrary, Rowoon sat in front of the piano longer than before and focused more deeply.

Nevertheless, the reason Rowoon looks better now than in the past is because the results always come back as much as he worked so hard. Rowoon saw that the real value of the Walkman was right there. To reap what you sow. In this world where we couldn’t reap half of the seeds we originally sown, it was guaranteed that Rowoon’s seeds would always sprout somehow.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t know that it was so easy to catch my heart like this. The fact that there is less uncertainty about the future than others means that there is no room for stress.

Rowoon never wasted this advantage given to me. Even in busy days, I didn’t lose as much as I had in my heart, and the more I was in a hurry, the more slowly I looked into the world of the list.

When I noticed the strange change, it was about three days after I started practicing.

‘······It’s already possible to finish this neatly like this?’

40 performance points. It was faster than expected. The playtime itself is about 8 minutes, and it’s a song I’m not familiar with because I’ve never practiced it properly. But when three days had passed, Rowoon’s hands, though not great, were playing neatly.

At this speed, it was a speed that was not far behind even compared to the pros. Rowoon couldn’t help but be dazed. Right now, ahead of admission in a month, I was thinking that it would be fortunate if I scored at least 50 points…

‘Have your skills improved? or not······.’

Suddenly, the blessings of Chopin and Bach came to Rowoon’s mind. Mirage Rubato and the Mind’s Eye. Since those blessings governing the sense of rhythm and pitch are with him, it would not be surprising if the speed at which he made the score his own was much faster than before.

Besides, even if it wasn’t Liszt himself, Rowoon was the body who played Chopin, Bach, and Beethoven’s performance journals over and over again. Even the other two’s performance journals, except for Chopin’s, were still periodically played back.

They are pianists of a completely different era from Romanticism, and they are people before the virtuoso style was properly popular, but it is also true that they are not pianists who would be called ‘lacking’ in terms of technique than Liszt.

The performances of such people have been engraved into his soul and body over and over again, but wouldn’t it be even more strange if there was no change?

‘I don’t know if it’s really possible to get 50 points around the time of admission?’

I have hope. Han had high expectations for him to the point of calling him out before he even entered school. I was worried about whether I would be able to live up to that expectation, but I thought that at this pace, I could still give a pretty good performance.

As I said beforehand, Rowoon was wrong.

It’s not that I couldn’t reach 50 points. Rowoon reached. However, at that time, he made a mistake in his judgment.

It was ten days. Ten days after receiving the homework from Han, Rowoon obtained all of Liszt’s composition journals for Mazepa. As much as it went through four arrangements, it was a diary divided into five chapters.

1825. From the time when the first draft of Mazepa was composed, to 1950, until the final version was completed. Rowoon looked into Liszt’s life as if he were watching a movie or living his life. The splendid nights and days of him, who was called the most popular pianist in history, the romances of aristocratic women who were entangled in his handsome face and burned like moths, and finally to the list where he met the Duchess of Wittgenstein and decided to settle down.

From the perspective of Liszt, Rowoon understood Liszt bit by bit, feeling the sense of responsibility, weight, and sincerity dwelling in the heart of a pianist who lived only with youthful passion and ambition. resembled

And a little more like that, it became a list.

It was the twenty-fifth day. And there were also four days left before admission.

[ The playing score is 60 points. ]

[ Mazepa of the list, the performance log has been unlocked! ]

Homework given by Han

I loosened it up too hard.

< Strange Freshman (1) > End

< Strange Freshman (2) >

“It’s over now, Franz.”

It was a cold voice. Considering that coldness is caused by the absence of heat, perhaps the reason the voice was cold was that the owner of the voice no longer had any enthusiasm or passion. Liszt turned his head. Marie, his lover, was looking at him. With a face that matched that voice and contained nothing.

“Let’s end it, what?”

“You are tired of me, and I am tired of you.

Liszt turned his head. And looked at his Marie. He looked at the mother of his three children. I looked at the lover who abandoned her husband for him and blindly followed him to Geneva, leaving countless fingers behind her back.

“I don’t know.”

“You may not know. Because it’s always been like that. But well, would Mrs. Schmid tell the same story? I think the words you whispered in her bedroom were different. ‘It won’t be a long wait. When I go to your side, open your arms and be ready to embrace me.’ Was it?”

“It is nonsense. Don’t you know that her mouth is the most unbelievable thing in Geneva?”

“It is an incredible mouth. But that’s not because the mouth is lying, it’s because it doesn’t know when to open and when to close. But this time, I’m grateful for that mouth. Thanks to you, I think I can completely organize my feelings for you.”

Marie looked at the list. It was too dry and calm eyes to look at the cheating lover, in fact, the husband.

“Your comment has not changed even after years. Open your arms and prepare to embrace me. You should have saved at least the words you threw at me.”

Liszt looked at her and thought. ‘He doesn’t get angry.’ It was. Compared to the contents, she seemed too calm in this situation. Being angry means she loves him. Now that she couldn’t even get angry, it was very clear that Mari’s heart had cooled with that anger.

“I can’t finish it.”

But Liszt was so stubborn. Marie looked at the list incomprehensibly. If you have a heart, you shouldn’t have an affair, and if you don’t have a heart, you can just leave. Why, why is he still with her?

“Is it because of the kids?”

“… it’s not like that.”

“Then, why the hell…”

For the first time, a shiver came to her voice, which had no balance. The news that he slept with another woman didn’t shake her, but Liszt’s attitude made her angry. yeah i was pissed

“why······.”

A sobbing voice.

Turning his back on that sadness, Rowoon slowly raised his eyelids.

“…”

My mind was blank. When I slowly got up, I saw a Walkman in my hand. After replaying the performance log all night, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Did the composing journal play again? Or was it just a dream that reminded him of him? I don’t know. It’s like you can’t understand Liszt’s feelings for Marie.

‘······ah. hour.’

Rowoon looked at his watch. 8:32 am. There was no time to be preoccupied with Liszt’s thoughts right now.

He was now in a dormitory at the California Conservatory. And breakfast time is until 9:00.

There is no time. I had to run.

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Breakfast at the California Conservatory is pretty good.

First of all, the buffet format was the best. All kinds of egg dishes, as well as classic American soup dishes such as chicken noodle soup, chili soup, and clam chowder, could always be eaten as desired, and the salad bar with quite fresh vegetables and various dressing sauces served breakfast. It had a freshness that was perfect for waking up.

With his black Los Angeles Dodgers baseball cap roughly pressed down, Rowoon brought out the dishes as he always did. With scrambled eggs, corn soup, two slices of grilled bacon and a slice of hot Italian sausage, and a side of buttered toast with romaine salad sprinkled with Thousand Island sauce, it was a healthy breakfast.

“Are you awake?”

As I was eating scrambled eggs with corn soup poured over it like a sauce, Chris grinned as he set the plate down across from him. Rowoon looked at Chris with sleepy eyes.

“No, not yet.”

“Anyway, I’m still weak in the morning. Why don’t you drink some coffee?”

“They say you can’t drink coffee within two hours of waking up. They say that if you don’t drink coffee, your body will never wake up for the rest of your life.”

“You’ll be drinking coffee for the rest of your life anyway. Then you can just drink coffee.”

It was a strangely tempting statement. Rowoon almost succumbed to temptation and changed the topic.

“How about composing? Is the atmosphere okay?”

“It’s the first week, so I don’t know yet. But, since everyone is living in college, you seem to be in a good mood, and you think you’ll be fine? Are you?”

“We are no different. But now that it’s instrumental music, what should I say quietly… Fighting spirits? I have the same thing.”

It was the difference between composition and instrumental music. Compared to composition, playing is relatively easier to compare, and that’s why I couldn’t help but feel that I didn’t want to lose. Thanks to this, Rowoon, who entered as the second-ranked student, had no choice but to receive subtle checks from quite a few people. Ironically…

“yo. this.”

Although this blond-haired Asian pretended to be friendly towards him.

“yo. this.”

Rowoon held a fork and greeted casually. Heather placed the bowl next to him and sat down as if it were natural. With Chris’ eyes shining, Rowoon glanced at her plate. On her plate were three layers of waffles topped with whipped cream, maple syrup, nuts, and strawberries. Rowoon asked with a tired expression.

“You know what nutrients are?”

“You don’t know? Can you explain?”

“······no. Let’s just pretend we don’t know either.”

Rowoon shook his head. It was then. Chris asked quietly.

“So who is this person? Can you introduce yourself?”

“Ah, I will introduce myself. call it heather Piano lessons.”

“Additionally, you entered as the top student.”

Rowoon added nonchalantly. Chris honestly admired it.

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