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, and began to play another

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

letter, "I remember that you once said to me

I was struck by inspiration and wrote

thirteen pieces became known as Schumann's

one

choices, the audience began

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 softly,

of the moonlight, lured its listeners

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

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

ultimately, the third chapter

gentle breezes began to bellow

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

moment of culmination, it

sat at the edge of

recitals on many occasions, this was her first time hearing them

her, there was no one else in the

were being

performance was breathtaking and she did not

in Claire's direction for the

at Claire

was sitting

whom he was attending the concert with,

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

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

if he were repeatedly winking at someone and it was getting on Darren's

did not consider himself a romantic

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