A Promising Youth novel Chapter 37

“Artist.”

He shuddered at my yell, and his eyes obviously wimped outt... would someone with real ability wimp out?

“Who... who the hell are you?

If you're a peer, let's not smash each other's jobs, or else I'll make you lost job in coaching industry in R City!”

He gritted his teeth and had the audacity to threaten me.

I pursed my lips and nodded heavily, saying,

“I am just an ordinary worker in the garment factory. When our children choose tutors, we are parents and want to hear the teacher play the piano, don’t we have this qualification?”

Once he heard that I was just a worker, he pursed his lips, stifled his laughter and said.

“Ok! Of course I can play it, but let's say if I just play it, we need double tuition fee!

I shook my head and sneered, looked at the idiot and said.

“It's not about ‘can play it’, but ‘play well’, showing that you have the quality to teach my kids before I'll pay double!

“Deal!”

As he said that, he lifted the lid and was about to play. I immediately stopped him and said.

“What's your name? Do you have a business card?”

He hurriedly pulled out a business card from the bag next to him, where he was collecting money, and handed it to me.

The next moment, he popped up.

While listening to him play, I took the information on the business card and sent it to Sienna by text message, “Find out for me what this guy is.”

For a moment, she replied.

“Matteo, can you not be so boring? I had so much work.”

I immediately lied to her and said.

“Master could be related to him, hurry up and check, I need information.”

Sienna helped me to find Clara in two days, now with this man's business card, Sienna would get it done in minutes!

After texting, I looked at this “artist” playing. Maybe the piano was a bit old, plus his level was not good. It had no emotion and always he played the wrong note. A music major could not be this bad!

After the song ended, the principal led the applause, Clara and the children followed with a dumbfounded face.

The artist stood up triumphantly and said smugly.

“Well? Am I qualified to teach these children?!!! If the piano wasn't a bit old, you would be touched with tears!”

“Baster, do you really think I don't know anything about music? I'll let you see what music is!”

With that, I pushed him out of the way and sat down directly at the piano.

Clara ran over excitedly, looking at me with a curious face and asked.

“Matteo, you... you can play the piano?”

I pursed my lips, patted the bench next to me, asked her to sit down and said,

“I took some lessons from a teacher in college. I can’t play well, but at least better than him.”

When I finished, I put my fingertips to the keys, closed my eyes for ten seconds, brewed my emotions, and began to play.

When the first note came to mind, the memory all at once took me to the prison, the prison library, where there was an extremely old grand pedal piano, and where my music teacher started my musical initiation!

And at the time, the first piece he played to me was Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny.

“Do you know what thoughts this song expresses?”

He asked me.

I shook my head dumbly, but was struck by the impassioned melody.