Chapter 91
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.
The 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.
Because of this, I couldn’t fail to live up to this expectation.
The third movement that follows is even darker and more brooding as it tells the story of lovers separated by fate.
As I played, I could almost feel the weight of that eternal separation, and with my playing I let this emotion flow from my soul to the audience.
The audience all held their breath as they waited for the last movement.
What would I play on the piano in the fourth movement?
Will it be a counterattack in the face of destiny, or will it be a crushing defeat?
At the beginning of the fourth movement, however, I eased my fingers at this point, and no one expected a return to the theme of love in the last
movement.
The final movement was a triumph, a celebration of love in its purest, most selfless form. It spoke of a love that transcended personal desire, a love for the world and for music itself.
The notes were powerful, the rhythm strong and unwavering.
As I played, I felt a sense of release, of joy and gratitude for everything that had brought me to this moment.
The music swelled to its climax, filling the room with its brilliance, and then, finally, it was over.
The last note hung in the air for a heartbeat before fading into silence.
TL Ouann Craumad by RevenσA
The applause was deafening, a wave of sound that seemed to slinke the very walle
As I straightened, my eyes found Arta’s face in the crowd.
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