< For the Music Genius - Episode 081 >
The difference between a lecture and a lecture is simple. A lecture can be considered as conveying professional knowledge, while a lecture can be considered as telling a story of one’s own with sincerity. Of course, in a broad sense, a lecture is a comprehensive concept of a lecture. The ‘sincerity’ mentioned here refers to a voice with a strong appeal.
That’s not the point. The point is to give trust and faith to the other person.
“Please play it once.”
A young man who seemed to have become a guinea pig sat down in front of the piano. His face was clearly tense. It was because there were a lot of audience members looking at the stage. And they weren’t just ordinary audience members, they were all seniors and juniors studying music together. All the students at the Moscow Conservatory.
It was no different from gathering together the offspring, so if it wasn’t a burden, then either your heart was made of iron or you were a born liar.
“Are you sure you want to play?”
“It’s okay, just relax and do it.”
The piece the young man played was Mozart’s piano sonata. Mozart’s piano sonata No. 17 in Bb major, with an impressive adagio that seems like a premiere. As if someone were to guess that he was not an undergraduate at the Moscow Conservatory, the tension disappeared as if it were a lie as soon as his long fingers touched the keyboard. However, the third movement
As he entered the room, the device Mozart had arranged became less effective. At that moment, the young man’s eyebrows furrowed. It was because he had made a momentary mistake.
‘Hmm.’
Just like the brown-haired young man I met a few days ago, there was a problem. The 20th century pianist Artur Schnabel said that Mozart’s piano sonatas were too easy for children and too difficult for adults. Most of the mysterious scores had no dynamics or pedal instructions.
There were many abstract musical symbols, which was the complete opposite of the malicious Beethoven.
“Now, we’re going to play along with you. Place your right hand on top of mine. Breathe normally with your left hand, and I’ll do the pedaling, so put your leg right next to my thigh. Think of it as drawing a picture. It’s like scattering notes on the staff and sketching them again.”
It wasn’t for nothing that he called the pianist up on stage. The audience at a lecture valued visual effects. Moreover, in front of such a large audience, a single impact was more important than saying the right thing. He straightened the nervous young man’s back and met his eyes. The audience
There was still a look of hesitation in his eyes. I snickered and placed my right hand on the keyboard.
“Okay, let’s get started.”
If you were to ask how to interpret Mozart’s abstract music, there was no way to answer. It was just because it looked that way. It didn’t take long for the curious looks to turn to astonishment. The little ghost that had been rumored had become a reality.
“Did you major in piano for a long time before learning the violin?”
It was someone’s question. Everyone nodded in agreement to the question. It must have been a strange sight to them. It was a series of events, like a violinist catching and correcting a pianist’s mistake.
“No, I studied various instruments while studying composition. I was more attracted to expressing each tone by playing with my own hands rather than expressing the tone with a synthesizer. I would like to play an orchestra with my own hands. I want to share music.
“Isn’t this something that anyone would have imagined if they were rich?”
The gazes continued as if they were watching an abnormal creature.
“What were your thoughts on the competition in Brussels?”
Perhaps, that freckled friend is a violinist. You could tell just by looking at the location of the calluses on his palms. Anyway, what kind of thoughts did you have when you asked him? Everyone seemed to be expecting an answer.
“In the endless dawn, we explored the score. Chapelle, called the dawn of melody, gave us great inspiration and helped us gain new insights. I wished that time would never end. I think Anna, the violinist sitting in front of me, felt the same way.
Yes. Because we took a step forward as musicians that day.”
Of course, I can’t say it’s because of the exemption from military service.
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“What do you think of him?”
The green eyes fluttered.
“When I first saw him, I had no feelings for him. In fact, I didn’t have the presence of mind to care about him because I hated going to the competition. It was a time when I had a hard time competing with others in music. Most violinists would have felt the same way. No wonder I was at the International Competition.
“I guess the one thing that all of those who won the Kur Grand Prize said in unison was, ‘I’m glad I don’t have to enter the contest anymore.’”
If reading Beethoven’s score is like reading an essay, reading Mozart’s score is like reading a mystery novel. Violinists rely on strings and bows to move forward while interpreting scores from hundreds of years ago that seem like a labyrinth with no end in sight. In the dissonance of music and competition, they participate in competitions.
The pressure they felt was beyond words.
“Everyone hated competing in music, but ironically, they tried to beat their opponents somehow. But he was different. He said it was his first time in a competition, but he was skilled as if he had been in this situation a hundred times. He was the youngest among us, but he had the deepest thoughts. How was his skill?”
Anna recalled that when she first met him, she felt like she was standing in front of a master. The aura that radiated from his small body was so strong that she still remembers it vividly. It would be even more painful to say more, since the newcomers who participated from all over the world were astonished at his performance.
“He helped us so devotedly, like a lamb savior who was crying out in the dissonance of music and competition. He even made a funny face to me when I couldn’t put on my shoes and go on stage because my legs were shaking so much, and he helped me relax.”
He had participated in numerous competitions, but this was the first time he had ever done something like that. He was the only one doing music in a contradictory situation where everyone was only hoping to win through music. On the day the competition ended, everyone was sad. It wasn’t because they didn’t get satisfactory results. Rather, it was because they had to part ways with him.
Because the time has come to do it.
“The days in Brussels were too short to know him all. In fact, there were times when I prayed that the competition would never end. I wanted to spend more time with him. I think the prickly British William was the same. You saw him crying on video, didn’t you?
What is certain is that everyone, men and women alike, was fascinated by him. What about me?”
The platinum blonde hair rippled as if expressing her emotions.
“Of course I fell in love.”
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widely-!
The sound of a teacup being set down is louder than usual.
“You should be at the airport by now?”
Alexei’s raised eyebrows fluttered in regret. Anton, the department head sitting across from him, looked at him with a strange smile.
“Alexey, are you that sorry?”
“What could be regrettable?”
“Don’t try to hide it, I can clearly see your regret just by looking at your face.”
A story that would have surprised others if they had heard it. Alexei’s mood swings in his annoying expression were so subtle that it would be hard to notice unless you were a long-time friend. For example, if his face was tilted down, he was clearly angry, but if it was tilted up, he was interested. Someone said it. Russia’s
I thought that the maestro Alexei should have been a politician instead of the director of the music academy. However, even his poker-faced eyes were filled with regret. The reason was simple.
“While watching that friend’s lecture, there were more than a few times when I wanted to get up from my seat and go up on stage. Perhaps even Professor Auer, who taught Jascha Heifetz, could not command the stage with such leadership. Weren’t the countless audience members all dazzled by that friend’s gestures?
Arthur said that he wanted to hire him as a full-time professor right away at the discretion of the department head.
But it would be a sin for such an excellent musician to teach his students in a school. In the past, musicians taught their students because they were hungry. There is a saying that if Mozart had spent less time teaching nobles, the history of music would have advanced one step further.”
As long as the musician has strong shoulders and fingers, the performance must continue. However, the lecture was so excellent that there were already many stories about that magical lecture within the Moscow Conservatory. It was to the extent that the legend of the little ghost was reborn into the legend of the little genius. Oh
If he dies, will there already be a flood of petitions requesting a re-lecture?
“Oh, isn’t it time to give Anna lessons soon? Every time I see you, I think your passion is incredible. Since Tchaikovsky, hasn’t a music academy director taught undergraduates directly? Honestly, I’m surprised. I didn’t know you would put so much effort into nurturing your juniors. But I still don’t know.
“Is it easy?”
Alexei silently lifted his teacup. He felt sorry, but what could he do? The bus had already left, so he couldn’t hold on to it. Moreover, he wasn’t the type of person who would be caught even if he did. At that moment, a knock was heard on the other side of the door.
“I see Anna is here.”
But, contrary to expectations, the person who opened the door and came in was not Anna.
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“Doctor―!”
I raised my voice without realizing it. I almost crossed the center line and collided with an oncoming car. Dr. Tikhonov smiled and waved his hand as if to tell me not to worry. As expected, I was not riding the talkative doctor’s favorite car. It was as old as an old Cuban car, and the driver’s seat was as fast as a furious car.
As the force increases, I can’t tell if I’m driving a car or riding an amusement ride. Ah, don’t look behind you, look ahead! If you just look at my sweat-soaked shirt, you’ll think I got rained on.
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“Good job, Black Martin!”
As soon as we arrived at the airport, Dr. Tikhonov petted and praised his beloved horse. My father ran straight to the bathroom, probably because he felt like vomiting. Even if the talkative doctor was scouted by Dongju, he would never ride in his car again.
“Mr. Kang, I know a restaurant that makes really good borscht and pelmeni. Would you like to go?”
It was a traditional Russian home-cooked meal, which would be like soybean paste stew and homemade dumplings in our terms. My father, who had just come back from the bathroom, tried to smile and declined. His face was still pale, probably because he couldn’t get over the afterglow of Black Martin. So we had a simple toast and coffee while waiting for the ticket.
I had to wait.
“Oh, Hyun already has a knack for swaying women’s hearts?”
What is this? “When our lab staff heard that Hyun was going back to Korea, they all looked sad. They were so full of energy because they had fresh energy after a long time. They were so sad that if I hadn’t stopped them, several of the doctors would have boarded the plane to Korea with them.”
Contrary to what the talkative doctor said, he just kept asking questions to the lab staff. It seems he was attracted to the child’s intelligence. By the time the orange juice was empty, it was already time to get the tickets.
“I look forward to seeing you again in Korea, Mr. Kang.”
It was when Dr. Tikhonov, who had just shaken hands with my father before ticketing, looked at me with a serious expression.
“hyeon-!”
Isn’t that a familiar voice coming from far away? Not only me, but even the doctor and my father’s eyes naturally turned to it.
uh?
The platinum blonde hair that came towards her while panting, and the white skin and green eyes like a Barbie doll were like those of a movie star.
“Anna?”
“Hyeon, I came in such a hurry that I didn’t even prepare a gift. I really didn’t know you’d be leaving so soon…”
My heart was still tender, as it was then and now. I thanked Anna for coming to see me off with a smile and held her cold hand. I thought I could hear my heart beating so fast. Looking at it like this, I remembered my last day in Brussels. That day was like this too.
I greeted Anna as we faced each other. At that moment.
“Thank you for coming to Moscow, Hyun.”
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Anna suddenly kissed my cheek lightly. It happened in an instant. Why did a cold sweat run down my back? My father looked at me and said something in Korean.
“Hyun-ah, I’ll keep it a secret.”
I think you know without me having to tell you who I’m keeping this a secret from.
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