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.

raised his hands once again, and began to play another piece

romanticism and its light tune sweetly pulled

you once said to me that I gave you the impression of being a

your words or not, I was struck by inspiration and

pieces became known as Schumann's

Tréumerei, one of his most

music choices, the audience began to draw

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,

like the desolate glow of the moonlight, lured its listeners under

stirred awake, brisk, and pleasant as if it

abyss and subsequently withering, only to impart the

the third chapter

of gentle breezes began

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

at the moment of culmination, it unexpectedly turned

sat at the edge of

to and obsessed over Arslan's recitals on many occasions, this was her first time hearing them

was no one else

if her soul were being

breathtaking and she did not want it to

Claire's direction for the

at

who was sitting in a row behind them, frowned

he was attending the concert with, shifted in

performance hence neither Sierra nor Darren realized that Claire, Nathan, and

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

at the audience as if he were

not consider himself a