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

and its light tune sweetly pulled the crowd into an innocent and

hopelessly in love, wrote to Clara in a letter, "I remember that you

or not, I was struck by inspiration and wrote 13 intriguing pieces on the

pieces became known as Schumann's "Scenes

one of

from Arlsan's music choices, the

that their suspicions were finally confirmed! It was Beethoven's Sonata Quasi una Fantasia! It was the final piece to the puzzle and quite possibly the most obvious - Beethoven wrote this love concerto for

the desolate glow of the moonlight, lured

pleasant as if it memorized the unforgettable moment they

blossoming in the abyss and subsequently withering, only to impart

ultimately, the

breezes began to bellow as a

and uncontrollable, desperately surging to express Beethoven's conviction to love

of culmination, it unexpectedly turned

at the edge

listened to and obsessed over Arslan's recitals on many occasions,

there was no one

being cleansed as the music washed

performance was breathtaking and she did not want it to

grinned in Claire's direction for the third

glanced at

was sitting in a row

concert with, shifted in the seat

dimmed for the performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren realized that

was Darren's first time at Arsian's show but he soon took a dislike towards the famous talented Piano

were repeatedly winking at someone and it was

not consider himself a romantic at