Chapter 46

I didn't respond. Instead, I lost myself in the music, letting the melodies and harmonies fill

the room and drown out the distractions.

One morning, as I was immersed in practice, I heard the door to the music room creak

open.

Expecting it to be a student, I was about to send Leo away when I saw that the figures in the doorway were Rolin and another man.

The man wore a hat pulled low, obscuring his face.

Leo's demeanor changed instantly.

He stood up, his face hardening with visible hostility.

The atmosphere shifted palpably as Rolin and the man entered.

"I heard the wonderful sound of the piano," Rolin said with a reassuring smile. "I thought I'd

bring Orlando to meet you."

At the mention of Orlando's name, my heart skipped a beat.

The man removed his hat, and I was greeted by the face of a legend.

Orlando Martin, a name that resonated deeply in the world of music.

He was a renowned pianist, famous not only for his extraordinary talent but also for his

notoriously unpredictable temperament.

Stories of his genius were as well-known as the tragedies of his past-losing his wife and child in a tragic accident years ago.

The rumors about him were a mix of admiration and apprehension.

Seeing him in person was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

me, seemed taken aback as well, his expression

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was a striking figure of elegance

of his tailored suit,

cheekbones, and a strong jawline, he

effortless charm and nobility.

framed by dark, tousled hair, held

his tragic past

regal bearing, making him appear as if he had stepped out of a classic painting of a bygone era. Rolin gave me

nervous. I told Orlando I would bring

initially serious expression

said, his

"Do you know

nervous, I

Winter. I've heard a lot about

here? You're clearly very talented. Don't you aspire to

a smile, "This is just the beginning. Of course, I

an encouraging smile from the side. But at that moment, Leo's face clouded

sensing my discomfort, stepped

but will

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remained fixed on me, and he seemed to sense the turmoil

exterior.

expression grew serious with

you ever heard

again. "Yes,

with a hint of a smile. "Would you play

sir," I replied, feeling both honored and

a deep breath and chose to perform one of Orlando's famous pieces,

Ode."

my fingers danced across the keys, the notes filled

watched Orlando closely, noticing how his

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