Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 178

Thinking of that, the grief in Harrow's eyes became more severe and apparent. Being greatly tortured by the hatred coming from Spark, he could hardly contain the trembling grief in his heart.

He had wanted to see Spark so much more before. But now, when he really managed to see him and his performance, it turned out that he was still so incredibly upset.

It's within instants that the thoughts were swaying among the audience's mind while the two on the stage were simply ignoring them as they would soon have a collision in their concerto...

Wing was not as nervous as she had thought she would be. Spark just arrived backstage 20 minutes ago. But before his arrival, Weston was scared of untoward accident, so he repeatedly called Spark. However, all his calls were automatically transferred to the voicemail. He was not afraid that the outsiders would say that the presence of Spark was just a sham. Instead, he was worried that Wing would be unhappy and disappointed. Just when Weston became extremely anxious, Spark and his agent, Manny, finally showed up at the venue. Spark didn't tell Wing their cooperative melody until the moment she finished her solo. performance.

After hearing about their cooperative melody, Wing sat behind the piano in a casual manner which matched Spark's composition... She took one quick glance at Spark. Then, she calmed herself down and began to play the piano so naturally. Just when the exciting notes began flowing out quickly from her fingertips, which, to the surprise of the audience, was Beethoven's "Sonata Pathétique", the sound of Spark's violin already merged in a synchronized manner. Both were masters of music. While Wing was playing fast on the black and white keys, Spark was unruly flipping the bow, with his left hand gliding quickly on the strings. Their cooperation was so perfect that the audience would not believe that it was their first cooperation. It seemed like they had performed together harmoniously a thousand times before.

One moment the melody was passionate, and the next moment it was full of pathétique whine. Every note was shocking, like a hammer hitting sometimes gently and sometimes heavily in the heart of every audience, tugging at their feelings. Such stimulation made every audience stare closely at the duo on the stage, as if, at this moment, what they saw was not only the duo who were manipulating music, but also the duo immersing themselves in the ocean of joy, yearning for freedom, and more as if they were two broken-winged angels, struggling with fate as they were mourning, with such yearning for freedom but full of grieving anger for being firmly confined by their own shackles. It was a beautiful and pure moment. Now they were totally lost in their melody as well, just like the entire audience.

Wing closed her eyes. As her fingers landed naturally on the keys, she also heard Spark's penetrating notes intensifying their collaboration. Then, she got confused whether she was immersed in her own melody or was being pulled into Spark's charming melody. But it also seemed as if the both were mocking and expressing each other's helplessness and the pain of being unable to control their own fates...

Owing to the purity of this performance, crystal like tears began falling from Wing's closed eyes. At the same moment, even Spark's eyes under his glasses cast a touch of sorrow that could not be waved away. He frowned slightly, and just then, a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes. As he continued to pull the bow along with Wing's rapid notes, a scene that he would never forget appeared in his mind instantly...

He loved playing the violin, because it his mother's dream. However, every time he stood on the stage, he was afraid to explore the depth of music. Such ambivalence became clearer and yet more traumatic under the music background in the moment.

Both Richie and Brian's gaze simultaneously grew sharp as they looked at Wing. They had always thought that Wing was happy, or at least, she was still full of hope for life. In this moment, however, they all sensed a fear for the unknown future in her music and life.

Tears were already dropping from Shirley's eyes. Although Wing was not her biological child, their special bond could never be replaced. Between all the tough times they faced before, they stuck it out together and came out stronger. Wing was so sweet and obedient. Even though suffering from illness, she would face it with smile and strength so that her families would feel less worried about her condition. However, due to her ever present smile, everyone ignored her fears, which she simply didn't want to express in front of them...

All of a sudden, like a loud thunder shaking the infrastructure to the ground, the entire audience broke into loud applause, and then, everyone stood up for a standing ovation, deeply moved into tears by such a musical feast for their ears, hearts and souls. Until many years later, when they remembered the concerto of Swing and Spark, they would still feel incredibly impressed.

All the audience had not listened to the live concert of Beethoven's Pathetique Sonata 3rd movement because they lived in a different time, but they all felt that Wing and Spark had interpreted it incisively and vividly bringing it to the fore as they did.