Goodbye, My Wretched Love by Glad Rarus

Chapter 67 Improvisational Performance

Arslan bowed to the audience but said nothing.He sat down silently, a still and composed figure in front of an equally serene piano.

Despite nearly every seat in the vast hall being occupied, the venue was silent.

Arslan took a deep breath, raised his hands, and began to play.

A soft, beautiful melody filled the hall.

The audience stirred as many of them could not hide their astonishment.

This was not the music that was meant to be played at this recital.

What Arslan played was Liszt's Sonetto 123 del Petrarca.

This dreamy piece was from Années de Pélerinage Book Il, Liszt's piano assemblage.

Its inspiration was derived from the collection of lyrics the poet Petrarch wrote for Laura.His beauteous words were filled with the wistfulness and yearning he had for her love.

It unfurled in Lizst's melody like a gentle breeze in a quiet forest sweeping through the music hall.

As Arslan's fingers danced with ivory keys, the shadowed faces of the audience relaxed in the gentle embrace of the music's tranquility and comfort.

Yet confusion crept into their minds.

Arslan had deviated from the concerto that was originally planned to be played which had never happened before.

Why was he performing Sonetto 13 del Petrarca in the opening? Did he decide on this piece for a particular reason? However, regardless of curiosity gnawing in their minds, the hall remained soundless apart from the bewitching melody that floated from the piano.

After the last few notes of the romantic song finished, the piano faded into quiet.

In this brief moment, Arslan suddenly turned around, gazed at somewhere in the audience, and broke into a smile.

to the piano, raised his hands once again, and began to

old-age romanticism and its light tune sweetly

to Clara in a letter, "I remember that you once said to

by inspiration and wrote 13

became known as Schumann's

Tréumerei, one of his most

music choices, the audience began to draw

was the final piece to the puzzle and quite possibly the most obvious - Beethoven wrote this love concerto for the woman he once loved deeply! The first chapter chimed slowly

the desolate glow of the moonlight, lured its listeners under its

and pleasant as if it memorized the unforgettable moment they

flower suddenly blossoming in the abyss and subsequently withering, only to impart the transient image with an

ultimately, the

began to bellow as

surging to

of culmination, it

sat at the edge of her

on many occasions, this was

was no one

being cleansed as the music

she did not want it

Arslan had grinned in Claire's direction for the

glanced at

Darren, who was sitting in a row behind them, frowned

the concert with, shifted in the

the performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren realized that Claire, Nathan, and

was Darren's first time at Arsian's show but he soon took a dislike

pianist kept ogling at the audience as if he were repeatedly winking

not consider himself a romantic at