Chapter 5.5
It wasn’t necessary to play an expensive instrument to be a good performer. There were cases of winning prestigious international competitions with a 3 million won domestic instrument. It was like a clumsy carpenter blaming his tools; no matter how expensive the instrument, the skill and expression of the person playing it were what mattered. Even Picasso could draw with just a pencil. But if Picasso had a 360-color pencil set, the world he could express would be limitless.
After practice, the concert hall, which had been bustling with people gathering to watch Henry Chang, returned to its usual silence. Even the soft footfalls echoed loudly. Haewon, not wanting to be around people, always left the practice room last. As he was finishing cleaning up and gathering his sheet music, he felt a vibration. Haewon rummaged through his bag beneath his feet and pulled out his phone.
"Hello?"
― Finished with practice?
"Just now."
― When were you going to tell me about tomorrow’s performance?
"I wasn’t planning on telling you."
Haewon felt a little uncomfortable when he realized Hyeon Woojin already knew and spoke curtly.
― Are you not coming?
"Don’t come."
― How could I not? I can’t miss such a rare opportunity to see a violinist who doesn’t want to perform in front of people.
"I don’t care if you come or not. I’ll be at the very back, so you won’t even be able to see me."