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.

his hands once again, and began to play another piece

piece resonated with old-age romanticism and its light tune sweetly

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was Tréumerei, one of his most charming

the audience began to

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desolate glow of the moonlight, lured

stirred awake, brisk, and pleasant as if it memorized the unforgettable moment

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of

the

Arslan's recitals on many occasions, this was her first time hearing

there was no

being cleansed as the music washed over

and she did not

had grinned in Claire's direction for the third time when Haylee and Nathan

at Claire

sitting in a row behind them, frowned

whom he was attending the concert with, shifted

had been dimmed for the performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren

he soon took a dislike towards the

if he were repeatedly winking at someone and it

consider himself