God of Piano

“Which performance do you like best?”

＜＜ There is no such thing as the best. There are only good and bad. ＞＞

“Are you saying everyone is equally good?”

＜＜ No. ＞＞

Beethoven replied bluntly.

＜＜ It’s a story that everyone doesn’t like to hear. ＞＞

“······why?”

＜＜ Moonlight should play in my hands. ＞＞

Beethoven’s voice was firm.

＜＜ Otherwise you’ll never shine. ＞＞

It was a crazy word like Beethoven’s, but at the same time, it was also a word that Rowoon couldn’t help but be a bit puzzled. Beethoven’s musical level would certainly be higher than that of any other performer Rowoon had played, but if we were simply talking about the level of performance, the musicians Rowoon had played would not be so far behind. Because they are people who have ruminated over and over again the songs of old musicians throughout their lives.

Someone even said so. In terms of performance, the current performers might be better than the original composers. Rowoon also thought that could be the case. Of course, not all performers are like that, but the legendary pianists named ‘virtuoso’ were at least those who reached the extreme when it comes to playing.

But even such people can’t like Beethoven when he plays Moonlight?

‘It’s not a matter of level.’

A song that can only shine in Beethoven’s hands.

In a way, it was another reason why Rowoon needed to obtain Beethoven’s performance journal.

After the first meeting, when Rowoon started practicing Moonlight, the score he received was in the 40s. It was great to have the experience of hitting it a few times before. Unlike the head, the fingers remembered Moonlight’s movements quite clearly, and thanks to this, Rowoon was able to reach 50 performance points in an instant.

And, before permeating into Beethoven’s life, Walkman showed back the notification he had shown once before.

[Warning. You are attempting to access memories that contain severe mental deficits. ]

[ User’s emotional alignment is required. ]

[ Recalling similar memories… ]

There was no time to prepare. At the moment he wondered what kind of memory it was that this notification would pop up again, Rowoon was already in his old memories.

“Loona.”

“Yes, teacher.”

“Why don’t you pursue a career in education?”

A familiar voice is heard. When I was at Hidden Valley High School, I was a teacher who taught music theory. what was your name Was it Annabelle? Because of his wrinkled face, when he smiled, he was a person who gave off a pretty benevolent atmosphere. Although the smile on her face now stiffened slightly, it gave more tension than benevolence.

“…Education?”

“I know how you want to be a musician. But this is not about never cheering for your dreams or anything like that. I just want to let you know that the number of cases you have is greater than you think.”

“…”

Rowoon didn’t answer. Annabelle was well aware of what Rowoon’s silence meant. So that voice became a little calmer, and in many ways, that calm voice had no choice but to give Rowoon a more terrible feeling.

“Your understanding of music is quite good compared to other children. Harmonics, instrument theory, you don’t seem to have any problems understanding them. Playing an instrument yourself is not necessarily a more musical life. I think education is rather the most important part of music. look Didn’t many great masters such as Schumann, Haydn, and Mendelssohn put their greatest effort into nurturing the next generation?”

“・・・・・Yes, that’s right.”

It was not wrong. And Rowoon didn’t want to make an excuse for denying the importance of education in front of educators. Nevertheless, every word of hers became a heavy weight, pulling Rowoon deep into the swamp of melancholy.

“Keep playing. But don’t dwell on it too much. You have more possibilities than you think, and I wanted to let you know.”

“Yes, it is. teacher. I know very well.”

Kindness can sometimes be more cruel than malice.

“thank you.”

However, what was more cruel than that courtesy was Rowoon’s shabbiness, thinking that all of Annabelle’s advice was correct, and he couldn’t say anything to deny it.

The depression and despair that he thought he had already overcome rose like a new sprout in Rowoon’s heart. The vines of pessimism were wrapped around Rowoon. It’s a thing of the past. It was a thing of the past, but even so, Rowoon had no choice but to realize that the wounds from that time still left vivid pain in his heart.

And, at the end of that realization, Rowoon entered Beethoven’s world.

“teacher?”

“…”

“teacher?”

“Ah, Julieta. What happened?”

“It seems like you’ve been thinking about that lately. Aren’t you too interested in me?”

“······Not interested, what else are you talking about?”

Beethoven laughed helplessly. Giulietta looked at Beethoven sullenly, then smiled and put her arms around his.

“how is it. my playing? I practiced while thinking of my teacher.”

“That’s right, when I practice, I have to think of myself. If you don’t do that, all the lessons I’ve given you will be meaningless.”

“Oh, are you really going to pretend you don’t know that?”

“It is lesson time now. Miss Guichardi.”

“You’re always stubborn about the odd part, sir.”

It’s not about being stubborn in the weird part, it’s about distinguishing between public and private. Beethoven tried to answer that, but when he realized that if he had really distinguished between public and private affairs, he would not have had a relationship like this with his student in the first place. Julieta laughed like a fox and whispered.

“You didn’t forget that we were supposed to go to a concert together next weekend, right?”

“okay. There is no better way to reflect on your performance than to hear someone else play it.”

“Is that why? I suddenly don’t want to go.”

“It’s good to be sincere in your lessons, Julieta.”

Beethoven even said that and immediately laughed.

“But, yes. I have no choice but to admit it. That’s not why I said let’s go.”

“I like that honest attitude.”

“But it’s not without reason.”

Beethoven laughed like a bad boy.

“Immediately after the concert, be prepared to write a review about it. You have to write it diligently. Because your teacher can’t tolerate the rough treatment of music.”

“・・・・・・He’s also stubborn in the weird part. I hate it.”

“But I know you don’t hate it.”

Julieta looked at Beethoven with an absurd expression for the moment. Then, pretending to be angry, he jumped up from his seat.

“You should be dressed properly and nicely! I’ll give up on music, but I have no intention of giving up on that part!”

After saying that, Giulietta turned around and strode away, then turned around and approached Beethoven as if she had forgotten something. And soon he bent down and kissed Beethoven on the cheek. When the soft touch, warm warmth, and somewhere sweet breath seized all his nerves for a moment, Giulietta looked down at Beethoven with a triumphant expression, as if she had already won, and left the room.

“······her.”

And Beethoven unknowingly let out a stupid laugh. Crazy Beethoven. He was a disciple who wanted to live up to the rumors, but couldn’t.

A soft and warm feeling welled up in Beethoven’s heart. But that didn’t last long. A problem that could not be helped even with the joy that Giulietta had given him was beside, in front of, and inside Beethoven.

Beethoven quietly pressed the keys on the piano. Hammers snapped and strings rang. Through the body of the luxurious piano, the clear sound filled the spacious practice room and then faded away. And, on Beethoven’s face, an indescribable melancholy settled down.

“······different.”

The sound is different. The feeling he has had all his life is not felt from the sound. Can not help it. Giulietta’s voice, the voice of this keyboard now, and Beethoven’s were too vague.

He was losing his voice.

＜ Moonlight (2) ＞ End

＜ Moonlight (3) ＞

A musician who cannot hear.

If this were the subject of an opera or a novel, Beethoven might have been interested in it as well. But from the moment it became his job, it couldn’t end as mere interest.

“How can it not be cured?”

“······teacher. Although ear disease may originally worsen, it cannot be cured. Speaking is an ear disease, rather than a disease, it is more accurate to see that the lifespan of the ear is over.”

“You mean there is no case of recovery?”

“All I can do is help slow the deterioration a little bit. sorry. My abilities are just there.”

The doctor said so. Beethoven could not feel anything from the doctor’s notice. It seemed that earaches were none of his business.

‘It’s still okay.’

All sounds became more muffled. But the music is still with him. Even with the muffled sound, Beethoven can guess which is closer to the music he wants. But, but… if even this sound from now disappears. If even the blur disappears and only a blank space remains, then.

Beethoven stopped thinking. It wasn’t a matter of what he could do just because he thought about it. And, for some reason, I had a vague feeling that if I stopped thinking, this problem would also be solved.

It’s like an ostrich that sticks its head in a mouse hole and thinks it’s gone because the hunter is gone. know. But I couldn’t help it. Beethoven needed the stupidity of the ostrich. The human head and the human heart simply could not handle this problem.

Beethoven knew. Except for the music, he was nothing. He’s just an eccentric old man. But he doesn’t even hear it. How will the world see Beethoven? And how would Beethoven see Beethoven?

It’s a burden that’s hard to even imagine.

Beethoven made every effort not to imagine it. Fortunately, he had a lot to take care of. Right away, getting permission from Julieta’s parents for their relationship was like that too.

of course,

“teacher.”

It wasn’t easy either.

“I think it’s too early to tell my parents about our relationship.”

Julieta looks at Beethoven. the woman he loves And she is a woman who knows how to accept that love willingly. But nevertheless, when he looked into Giulietta’s face, Beethoven often wondered if he really knew this woman well.

“Why?”

“Why do we have to get married now? I think the current relationship is enough. Sensei loves me, and I also…”

Giulietta smiled brightly after saying that. Suspending marriage is not such a serious matter. Even if the heart is the same, the time we think of each other can still be different. But despite this, Beethoven couldn’t read any thoughts from Julieta’s smiling face while watching Beethoven. As if looking at someone who has no feelings for him.

“Isn’t this what it is?”

“… It seems that you and I have different opinions about that part.”