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, and began to

its light tune sweetly pulled the crowd into

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

or not, I was struck by inspiration and wrote

pieces became known as Schumann's "Scenes from

one of

Arlsan's music choices, the audience began to

most obvious - Beethoven wrote this love concerto

glow of the moonlight, lured its listeners under

brisk, and pleasant as if it memorized the unforgettable moment they fell in

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

the third

whispering of gentle breezes began to bellow as

uncontrollable, desperately surging to express Beethoven's conviction to love without

of culmination, it unexpectedly

at the edge of her

and obsessed over Arslan's recitals on many

no one else in the

as if her soul were being cleansed as the music

was breathtaking and she did not want it to

Arslan had grinned in Claire's direction for

at

Darren, who was sitting in

with, shifted

had been dimmed for the performance hence neither Sierra nor

Darren's first time at Arsian's show but he

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

did not consider himself a