After I Amazed the World the Cold Alpha Regretted

Chapter 82

The theme of this year's competition was, 'Melody of Love that Never Dies.'

The piece I chose to perform is a suite composed by my father, which is divided into four chapters.

It is a challenging work that requires not only the technical skills of the performer, but also deep emotional expression.

These days of hard training have helped me to memorise the nuances between each note and phrase.

I was determined to play it perfectly, despite Aria's best endeavours in playing it as well.

e first movement began with a sweet, tender melody, like a whispered conversation between lovers.

Each note flowed into the next, gentle and warm, capturing the innocence of newfound love.

My fingers danced over the keys, coaxing the melody to life, letting it fill the room with its soft, lilting tones.

The audience was silent, their attention rapt as the music wrapped around them, drawing them into the story it told.

Suddenly, my tempo picked up and the chords became more complex, like a storm falling, reminding us of the second movement.

Orlando named the second movement 'Life is Calling' because it tells the story of the love and anxiety he felt when I was born.

As the music flowed out of my hands, the corners of my eyes moistened and I could feel Orlando on the jury table looking at me with loving tenderness.

He had written his life into the suite, and he had given me a piece of music with such an important meaning to play.

of this, I couldn't fail to live

that follows is even darker and more brooding

feel the weight of that eternal separation, and with my playing

all held their breath as they waited

on the piano in the

counterattack in the face of destiny, or will it be a crushing

the fourth movement, however, I eased my fingers at this point,

most selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended personal desire, a love for the world and for music itself. The notes were

played, I felt a sense of release, of joy and gratitude for everything that had brought me

room with its brilliance,

the air for a

its breath, caught in the lingering emotion

tentative at first, as though the audience was still processing what they had just

of it filling the hall with an energy that took my

pounding, and bowed deeply

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of sound that seemed to shake the very

I straightened, my eyes found Aria's

had vanished, replaced by a look

to smile back at her, a small, victorious

had won, despite her attempts