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

letter, "I remember that you once said to me that I gave

not, I was struck by inspiration

thirteen pieces became known as Schumann's

seventh was Tréumerei, one of

the audience

final piece to the puzzle and quite possibly the most obvious - Beethoven wrote this love concerto for the woman he once

glow of the

chapter stirred awake, brisk, and pleasant as if it memorized the

abyss and subsequently withering, only to impart

ultimately, the

whispering of gentle breezes began to

surging to express Beethoven's conviction to love

moment of culmination, it

the edge of

over Arslan's recitals on many occasions,

no one else in the

were being cleansed as the music washed

and she

Claire's direction for the third time when Haylee and Nathan eventually

glanced at

time, Darren, who was sitting

was attending the concert with, shifted in the seat next to

music hall had been dimmed for the performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren realized that Claire, Nathan,

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

ogling at the audience as if he were repeatedly winking at someone and it was getting on

consider himself