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“Miss Jo Chae-yoon.”
The boy raised his head when his name was called.
Jo Seong-hyeon, who was next to him, got up from his seat and held out his hand to Chae-yoon.
Chaeyoon grabbed it, got off the chair, and headed to the backstage.
“Chae Yoon-ah.”
“yes.”
“Good job. Dad will be watching you under the stage.”
“yes.”
For a while, he had to be separated from his father, but he was fine.
We’ll see you again soon.
Jo Sung-hyeon waved to Chae-yoon and walked away.
The child turned his head and looked at the stage.
A stage with a large grand piano.
The child liked the piano.
At first, I actually did it just because I liked the sound.
After that, after imitating various sounds, it was interesting and I continued to do it.
Then at some point, when I looked back, there was only the piano left for the child.
Chae-yoon’s only friend was the piano.
Wherever he went, the piano sound flowed in Chaeyoon’s head.
And then one day.
Jo Sung-hyun approached her.
After that, Chae-yoon’s world began to change little by little.
The dark world gradually became brighter.
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My only friend, the piano, was no longer unique.
Because the child has a friend named Yeongjun and a friend named Mihyun.
Still, Chaeyun still liked the piano, and I really enjoyed working with Jo Sunghyun.
The reason I started the contest was simply because I liked the piano.
When I first came to see the preliminaries, I liked the big piano and wanted to continue.
When I went to the finals, I saw how other children play the piano, and I wanted to do better myself, so I wanted to keep going.
So far it has come.
Chaeyoon worked so hard that I wondered if she had ever worked so hard in her life.
It was absolutely perfect.
widely. widely.
As she went up on the stage, Chae-yoon exhaled with a hoot.
It seems like they are going to have fun, but they are also a little scared.
What if I make a mistake?
I made a lot of mistakes while practicing at home.
what to do if you’re wrong
Those thoughts ran wildly in my mind.
But in the end, the child overcame those fears and went on stage.
nodded.
After bowing my head and saying hello.
The child sat in front of the piano.
Today’s song is Bach’s Invention #8.
‘Good job, I’m going to go play with my dad.’
Chaeyoon thought to herself, closing her eyes and moving her hand.
The child’s hand is gently placed on the keyboard.
and.
The playing started.
* * *
follow.
Park Han-yul looked at the girl who had just climbed onto the stage.
Did you say your name is Chae-yoon?
‘I prepared Bach Invention No. 8.’
It’s the same song as you.
I didn’t follow it, it seems like a coincidence.
Since today is the last stage, I wanted to see what the competitors’ performances were like after my own stage was over.
I didn’t know that Bach Invention No. 8 would come out.
‘It’s 15 songs, and it’s not a terrific coincidence that two out of eight people choose the same song… It’s not that surprising.’
Park Han-yul thought to himself and concentrated on Chae-yoon’s performance.
pitch of the tone.
and strength control.
A way of expressing a song.
Park Han-yul narrowed her brow as she watched Chae-yoon play a little different from what she was playing.
Why does he play like that?
I don’t play that song like that.
Park Han-yul thought that Chae-yoon would not receive the award.
These performances do not receive awards.
It wasn’t that I just made a mistake, but I didn’t play it exactly as it was written in the score.
As usual, you just have to play perfectly as it is written, but I don’t know why you don’t play like that and play strangely.
‘I don’t think I can play the piano.’
It seems that you practiced well, and your understanding of the instrument called the piano doesn’t seem to be dropping, so why do you play like that?
Don’t you know that playing like that doesn’t give you a good score?
Or am I just playing like that even though I know it?
Park Han-yul felt a little interest in Chae-yoon.
He showed a completely different performance from his own, so I had no choice but to be interested.
Of course, Chaeyoon’s performance is a bit inferior in terms of perfection, but… .
‘It seems to be playing a similar performance with the teacher.’
Sylvia Garcia, a lesson teacher teaching piano to Park Han-yul, felt that way.
something free.
Feeling out of the box.
Sylvia told Park Han-yul that the first thing to do is to make a perfect frame and perform a standard performance in order to play freely.
If you don’t learn to walk, you can’t run.
He said that if you know exactly which direction to go in, you can move forward.
But, that’s something.
‘Already, I’m playing freely.’
The frame was not perfect, and there was no standard feeling.
Seeing the lack of perfection, he didn’t seem to care much about that.
The situation was a little different from what Sylvia was talking about.
Obviously, you said that you can play freely only if you can play the standard performance perfectly, but how is that girl already playing freely?
‘Did Sylvia lie?’
Or is it that a child named Chae-yoon is outside the general category?
Park Han-yul could not easily conclude that.
follow.
Chae-yoon’s performance continued.
Park Han-yul heard it and unbuttoned her suit.
Is it because the button was released, or was it because of that free-spirited playing?
The feeling of boredom disappears.
“… How old did he say he was?”
Park Han-yul gently spoke to the mother sitting next to her.
His mother, who was concentrating on the stage, looked back at Park Han-yul with a surprised face and opened her mouth.
“Seven years old. Are you okay?”
“What… little.”
Park Han-yul moved his gaze back to the stage.
You’re 7 years old and you’re playing like that.
So, how good can you play again after 2 years?
When you’re 9 years old like yourself, won’t you do better than you are now?
Park Han-yul immediately felt a sense of crisis rising at that thought.
follow.
the play is over
And Park Han-yul saw Chae-yun get up from her seat and got up herself.
“Can’t you see more, go?”
“I think I’ve seen it all.”
Nominations for the Grand Prize, Best of the Year, and Excellence Awards have been determined.
Park Han-yul himself, Ko Eun-bi, and Cho Chae-yoon.
Three people will share those three prizes.
At least Park Han-yul was so sure, then there was no need to look any further.
Before he turned around, he looked at Chae-yoon for the last time and looked away.
Next time, we’ll see you again at the awards ceremony.
‘then… .’
It seemed like a greeting would be acceptable.
* * *
Jo Sung-hyun smiled as he watched Chae-yun take her hand off the keyboard.
The kid’s performance was great.
As I practiced, I did well.
There were no mistakes.
Chae-yoon played whatever she wanted, and a small smile appeared on her lips, whether the child was satisfied with herself.
‘That’s great.’
His daughter was so pretty.
As a pianist, after finishing the stage and doing my best, it is so wonderful to have a satisfied face.
When did I grow up like that, I am 7 years old now, and I wonder if I have grown too much.
Now, I even thought that if I could be with the child a little longer, I might not need Jo Sung-hyun from a certain point.
He was so proud now.
The fact that Chaeyun successfully finished the final stage of the contest made my heart flutter even though I didn’t do it myself.
Seeing the child go down the stage with dignified steps, Jo Seong-hyeon got up hurriedly.
As I was about to leave the hall, I saw Park Han-yul coming from behind.
There was an interesting smile on his face, but Jo Seong-hyun had to be a little surprised to realize that Park Han-yul’s eyes were similar to when Chae-yoon first saw Park Han-yul’s performance.
I don’t know if it’s because their playing styles are so different from each other, or if it’s just that they both have talent.
Chae-yoon to Park Han-yul.
Park Han-yul seemed to be interested in Chae-yoon.
Do geniuses recognize geniuses?
Seong-hyeon Jo left the hall with that thought.
As I quickly walked towards the back of the stage, I saw Chae-yoon walking away from the other side, smiling brightly.
“Dad!”
Chae-yoon called Jo Sung-hyun and ran to the door.
The child, who ran hard with the dress fluttering, was hugged wide by Seong-hyeon Jo.
Jo Sung-hyun gently hugged Chae-yoon and patted her on the back.
“You did so well. Chae Yoon-ah.”
“Chaeyoon did a good job!”
Chaeyoung nodded and said.
The child seemed to be proud of himself that he practiced really hard and finished the performance without regrets.
Jo Sung-hyun smiled lightly.
“right. Chae-yoon was the best.”
“Dad is the best!”
Chae-yoon shakes her head and says that Cho Sung-hyun is the best, not herself.
The child wriggled and kissed Jo Sung-hyun’s cheek.
side.
With a small sound, warm lips touched the cheek and then fell.
“Chae-yoon likes her father.”
“haha. My dad likes Chae-yoon too.”
Jo Sung-hyun himself kissed the child’s cheek lightly and hugged him tightly.
how long was it like that
“Dad… .”
Chae-yoon called herself in a strange voice.
Jo Sung-hyeon gently pulled the child back and looked at Chae-yoon’s face.
The child’s gaze was directed toward Jo Sung-hyun’s back.
“He greeted me… .”
Having said that, I turned around and looked back to see Park Han-yul and his mother’s back.
Jo Sung-hyun let out a smirk.
Hearing Chae-yoon’s piano, he looked at him with interest, and his attitude that he had previously ignored before the stage changed.
It was enough to even say hello first.
“I think Chaeyoon was completely surprised when she saw the piano. Is not it?”
“really?”
“So why not say hello?”
“right!”
As if Jo Sung-hyun was right, the child nodded and said.
“Chae-yoon is the best.”
“Dad is the best!”
The child hugged Jo Sung-hyun and said it again.
Seong-Hyeon Cho burst out laughing.
Thus, Chaeyoon’s first contest came to an end.
If it’s short, it’s short, if it’s long, it’s long.
Chae-yoon and Jo Seong-hyeon, who followed closely without saying a single word of dislike, were very proud.
What kind of prize should I give to this cute angel?
That was the only thought in Jo Sung-hyun’s mind.
