Actor, Search for Hope

The results of the hospital examination were clear as expected. The specificity is that the blood pressure level is very low, but it is really negligible.

Even though it took a long time for the results to come out, I told him around me that I was still in the hospital, but he shakes his head horizontally and returns home.

It's because I'm nervous about the sensation of my fingertips that I don't know how long it will last.

Have another slate sound on the set of. Will there be an observation after the film is finished if I hear slates again?

I don't think so.

When I finished all my discharge work with various thoughts and returned home, I smelled a very strange smell.

Was it because I was in the hospital a little longer, or was it because I didn't come home often on a busy schedule? Or is it just a short stay? The landscape of the house, which was not even fully organized, seems to be filled with loneliness.

Tuk-tuk.

You hear the sound coming from the window as if the little boy was playing a prank.

The city began to get wet with tears from the clear night sky outside the window.

Practice.

First, I pressed one or two of the slow keys because I tried to release my hands with a slight scrub.

A tune that blooms from your fingertips.

In the first movement of the spleen, the easy-to-feel anxiety was associated with the loneliness of the house, resulting in a harmony of dark and low bands.

It's been a while since I heard the slate, and I feel a slight slip in the rhythm. It's hard to see if you're not playing, but there is a gap between the white and black pieces that need to be pressed down like water in the heel.

We need to get rid of that breach.

Release Baltestein and other reminiscent songs around the sky and moonlight for a moment.

I can feel the tingling of my fingers.

It's not the finger that played the piano.

I was too ahead of myself, and I didn't even take off my clothes, and I smiled bitterly.

Let's take a shower, get some rest, and then get back to work.

When I wet myself with water and came out, I felt the cold air.

That day, Seo Eun was beside him all day, despite her busy schedule.

I miss the warmth of people because the house is so cold, I think of her who pushed her to a corner of her memory.

Voices, warmth, attitudes, emotions, and atmosphere are all like morning sunsets that I can never see at this time.

“Whew.”

Found out she had a crush.

Since Sunwoo was not as thick as any cartoon, we can almost be sure thanks to his ability to feel the atmosphere. He wasn't a liar. He wasn't a liar. He wasn't a liar.

Unlike what Sunwoo was trying at first, she was struggling even more now. Because she knows what she's saying is unique. It may not be affection yet, but it's a good feeling. I want to be better.

So is Seonwoo.

But I have to say, I'm still a little scared.

Journal

Kim Su-il, who believed in human goodness, rides on his fingers, plays the piano, and resonates in the air.

A sad, beautiful melody is mixed with a drop of water in a window and pours down.

I'm a coward to believe in human goodness.

Too bad to answer her favors and feelings.

I'm not sure yet.

Why do you want to be loved so much and not come near it?

I find my direction along the keyboard with these feelings unfolding.

Droplets of unnamed emotions.

The fingers that bloom on the piano are like mirrors.

When I think about it, my young heart seemed to resemble the shade.

The more I chase, the more I wander around.

I wish I didn't know anything.

I want to love, but I'm scared, and I'm scared, and I'm hard, but I want to be close.

But let's add one more piece of hope.

Just as Kim Soo-il wrote the "Journal."

Let's have a little courage in the cheer that comes from Sunwoo's fingers right now.

It's not just the sharp, spicy wind in the world that felt cruel and unkind.

I mean, a little tough, a little sketchy.

Stop playing and step out onto the veranda and reach out your palm.

The raindrops that were ringing like wildfire turned warm and touched my fingertips.

.

After that day, I forgot the time and hung on the diary.

Aside from the time I worked out after breakfast, Orlot focused and the season washed down.

I asked the company to find the studio I visited earlier for recording of the diary. Could it have been because of the way Sunwoo played last time? I got a call from the music director that I had everything ready.

“But I didn't know you had this many audiences. ”

The way to the studio.

Unlike usual, a person was making a splash in the car.

Some people say you don't have to have people to record, and some people say you have to have a lot of people to watch. Or just a few. It was divided according to personality, taste, and Jinks, but in the case of Sunwoo, there was nothing like that.

So I brought up the story a few days ago to the people who promised to tell me the piano. There were only two of us.

Kang Tae-hyeon was in the driver's seat, Kim Yu-ri was in the jewelry, and Sun Woo and Ji-woo were in the back as usual. That's two plus guys.

“There's only two of you, right? ”

Although Seo-yeon Kim knew he was free these days, Seo-yeon seemed to still be busy. And yet he took his time somehow.

“It's still a bit last minute, though. ”

At the end of the day, it's always busier on this floor. She spoke so decisively that everyone swallowed her words.

“But the new recording is different from the last one, right? ”

“Yes, it might take a while this time. ”

I can't get much help from Kim Su-il this time.

Half a dozen left.

And a finger that is closer to the piano than it was at first.

In addition, the amount and willingness of Sunwoo.

“So if you're busy, go ahead. ”

Kang Tae-hyun and Kim Seol-hyun were pretty busy people after all. Although it was dedicated to Sunwoo, it was often referred to as something else, or bread crumbs.

Kim Seo Eun is probably the busiest of them all.

“I'm never busy. ”

“I mean, you know, just in case. Okay?”

A little, rather awkward, atmosphere began to unfold around the Sun Woo. To be precise, Seonwoo and Seon started talking about it.

.

Kim Suil's "Journal" was basically influenced by Beethoven. It was Beethoven's favorite song, his second favorite song was the moonlight, and his third favorite song was "Rage at Lost Coins." I didn't think that was a natural thing to say.

Of course, the third song is also Beethoven's.

The anger at the lost coin contains Beethoven's humor, which is exceptional. You might say prejudice, but he wasn't good with humor.

Robert Alexander Schumann said about the song, "It will be hard to find a more pleasant mood. This is the most unpleasant and unpleasant anger. I think it's similar to how I feel when it's hard to take off my shoes. .

The diary appears to have been directly affected by anger, especially on lost coins. The route may be very different, but the overall atmosphere is based on 'Joyful and Unpleasant Anger’. And there was light in the depression, sadness, and compassion.

In addition to that atmosphere, the overall configuration was a motif for the slow-paced and lively allergy completed by Hayden and Mozart, characteristic of the slow-paced Adagio Rapid Rondo.

If Beethoven maximized its dramatic rhythm and splendor in order to express the new psychology of the times, Kim Suil lowered its radical rhythm in contrast to Beethoven. It contained frustrations and grudges that stemmed from his experiences. Although Kim Soo Il did not think directly, he remembered his feelings, it seemed to be the effect of the 1st movement of "Spleen" in Sunwoo's view.

“Let's end with this. Thank you all very much. ”

Recording a song that starts at lunch and ends at dinner.

I wanted to do a little more, but it seemed like it was harder to improve my completeness than this, and the most problematic thing was the findings of my fingers. They say they've adapted to a lot of practice in a short period of time, but that's about it. I ran except for a short break in the middle, so I managed to get here.

“You play well? I think this is way beyond hobbies. ”

Kim Seol's words seemed to have been heard by everyone here before.

A musical note containing Kim Su-il's dream popped out from Sunwoo's finger.

To summarize the complicated explanation behind me, I was sad, beautiful, and loving.

And there was light.

“Not yet. ”

When I played in this room the other day, I picked it up exactly like a knife. Kim Su-il's consciousness and emotions remained intense. His style enjoyed playing without a scratch.

However, this song of Sunwoo was not enough. I had no choice in accuracy. It remains on your head, but your body's senses cannot keep up.

The disconnection of consciousness.

“Looks like you've changed your style since last time, by the way. What happened in the meantime? ”

That's why the style was so different that I could clearly distinguish between those who had heard it before.

If you're not proficient in sledges and music, you might just think you're similar, but if you look closely, you're someone else.

“A little. It wasn't that big of a deal. ”

The only person who noticed it in this place was the music director.

Now it wasn't bad to play. Enough amateur skills.

But, you know,

‘Sharpness died. The behavior that I had just before I played was gone. Well, is that because you wrote it yourself? Habits like that don't go away easily. ’

Static to immerse your emotions in music in the short term just before you play.

The music that did not resound disappeared this time.

“It's no big deal. ”

A top pianist with piano recitals.

More than a certain amount of accuracy is required to receive such an assessment.

When I first came here, I should say that what was sharpened that much is now a little dead.

It's not bad yet, but it's a level we'll have to relive soon.

Of course, softness sank down to the opposite part. But that's a good thing to say. I need more accuracy here, to be polite.

So that I can hear the evaluation that is first class.