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.

back to the piano, raised his hands once again,

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

1838, Schumann, hopelessly in love, wrote to Clara in a letter, "I remember that you once

I was struck by inspiration and wrote 13

pieces became known as Schumann's

one of his

Arlsan's music choices, the audience began to draw

it was the third concerto 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 woman he once loved deeply! The first chapter chimed slowly and

glow of the moonlight, lured its listeners

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

a sole flower suddenly blossoming in the abyss and subsequently withering, only to impart

ultimately, the third

breezes began to bellow as a

fervid and uncontrollable, desperately surging to express

of culmination, it

the edge of

on many occasions, this was

no one else

if her soul were being cleansed

she did not

in Claire's direction for

at

time, Darren, who was sitting

was attending the concert with, shifted in the seat

had been dimmed for the performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren realized that Claire, Nathan, and Haylee were sitting

but he

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

did not consider himself a romantic at