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.

he turned back to the piano, raised his hands once again, and began

its light tune sweetly pulled the

Schumann, hopelessly in love, wrote to Clara in a letter, "I remember that you once said to me that I gave you the impression of being a spoilt

was struck by

became known as

was Tréumerei, one of his most charming

music choices, the audience began

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 softly, the loneliness of a

the desolate glow of the moonlight, lured its listeners under

if it memorized the

and subsequently withering, only to impart the

ultimately, the

gentle breezes began to

was fervid and uncontrollable, desperately surging to express

moment of culmination, it unexpectedly

the edge

over Arslan's recitals on many occasions, this was her

was no one

as if her soul were being cleansed

performance was breathtaking and she did not want it

point, Arslan had grinned in Claire's direction for the third time when

at Claire

was sitting in a row behind

whom he was attending the concert with, shifted in the seat

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

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

audience as if he were repeatedly winking at someone and it

not consider himself