Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 177

Spark was dressed in a pair of black slacks, a round collar T-shirt covered with a camel-colored casual jacket, and completed his dressing with a plaid cashmere scarf in a casual knot around his neck.

His eyes expressing his brimming feelings were covered with a pair of large dark brown sunglasses.

While he was standing quietly in one corner of the stage, the white light shooting across at him from the auditorium made him look like unreal, almost like everything was a dream...

"Oh my god, it's him!" Molly exclaimed almost immediately and enthusiastically as she recognized the man on the stage. As a matter of fact, her voice was not actually loud but as the auditorium was extremely quiet, her voice sounded abrupt and loud amidst the quiet audience who were listening to Wing's performance and had became more quiet due to their high expectation for Spark's performance.

Both Brian and Eric looked at Molly almost at the same time with doubts creeping in their eyes. Not to mention that Spark had never been to A City before. Even for the performance today, he just arrived the day before yesterday, which was hardly known. Logically, Molly could not possibly have any connection with Spark. Besides, Spark was so aloof and arrogant that he wouldn't pay attention to any ordinary guy and he did all things motivated by his erratic temperament.

However, despite their growing confusion, they did not intend to ask anything about it in the moment. Instead, after a short glance at her, they diverted their attention back to the performance on the stage again, while their obvious change in behavior went undetected by the surprised Molly, who was just staring at Spark like a love-struck teenager.

After seeing the formal suits and dresses of those who had performed before him at the concert, Molly was a little bit surprised to see Spark dressed so casually as she barely knew anything about his past. However, anyone familiar with his performance knew all about his style. Although obstinate and unruly, he was extremely talented, and his dressing on the stage was solely dependent on his mood, and sometimes merely for the purpose of matching with the melody he was going to play. As time went by, people got used to his style and concentrated merely on his talents.

Wing was wearing a sapphire blue dress, and the stage light reflecting on her made her skin look more fair and radiant. Initially, her hair was dropping down, and it was now coiled into a bun on the side of her right ear with a hairpin, revealing her beautiful back. She looked gorgeous, and her charming eyes were speaking a language of their own. Distinct from her quietness in her solo and band concerto earlier, she was now emitting a sense of wildness.

Behind the white piano was Wing, while Spark was in its front conquering the center stage. While Wing was quiet yet wildly charming, in contrast, Spark was unruly and arrogant. Clearly, they were a bad match, but in the moment there was a kind of unspeakable connection between the duo which transcended into a beautiful harmony.

Wing already put her hands on the keys, while Spark just took one glimpse of the audience, and then closed his eyes until the end of the concerto. He stood there as if he had blended in perfectly with the stage and except the stage and the music, nothing else mattered to him!

Despite his unruly and arrogant attitude, Spark made the audience believe that he was born to stand there and perform. As long as he was on the stage, he would attract and retain everyone's attention.

As Wing was holding her hands gently on the keyboard, Spark lifted his hand, landing the bow gently and gracefully on the violin.

Everyone was nervous right up to this moment, as no one knew exactly what they were going to perform together, and even Wing was notified just before they got on stage.