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.

fail to live up to this

movement that follows is even darker and more brooding as

eternal separation, and with my playing I let

breath as they

play on the piano in

face of destiny, or will it be a

beginning of the fourth movement, however, I eased my fingers at this point, and no

triumph, a celebration of love in its purest, most selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended personal

of joy and gratitude for everything that

music swelled to its climax, filling the room with its brilliance, and then, finally, it was

last note hung in the air

was holding its breath, caught in

though the audience was still processing what they had

a roaring ovation, the sound of it

heart pounding, and bowed deeply to the

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of sound that seemed to shake the very

eyes found Aria's face

vanished, replaced by a look of

urge to smile back at her, a small, victorious curve

had won, despite her attempts to