Classic soul swap, but a musical

Liszt, Romance in E minor...

No emotion can be shown no matter what, just repeating and polishing it over and over again.

The result is that the playing is getting worse and worse.

It wasn't until his cell phone rang, interrupting his performance, that Aragaki Ai felt that every part of his body was sending him signals of fatigue.

The call was from the teacher. As soon as I answered the phone, I heard the other party's yelling.

"Hey, Aragaki?! What time is it? Where are you? The game starts in half an hour. Why haven't you come yet?"

Volume 1: Chapter 210 Performance

"I'm in the office."

"Listen, come down here right now. I'll pick you up. Come to the main entrance on the first floor."

"Ah."

“…”

The phone was hung up, and Aragaki Ai left the piano room, only then noticing that it was already dawn.

Did you play in the piano room all night?

No wonder I'm so tired.

My mind is still a mess and I can't perform at my best. What should I do in today's game?

When I arrived at the main entrance on the first floor and saw the sun, the feeling of fatigue instantly came over me.

So hot.

Aragaki Ai covered her face with her hands, feeling that she shouldn't come out, it was too hot wearing a water-colored shirt and this hooded sports jacket.

An inexplicable roaring noise appeared on the corner of the street, and now it was not only hot, but also very noisy.

It wasn't until he saw the red sports car that he realized the voice was coming to pick him up.

When Yaozi saw the boy on the street for the first time, he was a little bit unbelievable. The boy who looked dressed up had messy hair and bloodshot eyes. Although he didn't have dark circles, his fatigue could be seen from his small movements.

"Have you eaten anything?"

"Probably. We seemed to have eaten together last night." Aragaki Ai climbed onto the seat. Even Yoko helped him fasten his seat belt. He stared at the scenery in a daze.

“There’s no time to change clothes, so just go ahead and take off your jacket. You can just wear a shirt when the time comes. There’s no point in wearing casual clothes.

I haven't changed my shoes yet, can you wear boots?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

The teacher's voice kept filling her ears, and Aragaki Ai kept nodding.

The car was going a bit too fast.

I feel dizzy from driving.

She glanced at the time and thought she should be able to get back to the competition venue before Ai Aragaki took the stage.

Yoko didn't know how he became like this, so she asked, "Where's the song? How's the playing? Don't tell me you were playing the piano all night long."

"Ah."

After learning that he had been playing the piano all night, Yoko's mood became even worse. She had no time to talk to Aragaki Ai about her relationship problems and began to tell him about the judging style of this competition.

"You're pretty much familiar with those guys. Their styles are pretty steady. Don't play too much out of the ordinary. Stay honest and don't do unnecessary things. It's only natural for you to get first place with your level."

"Yeah." Aragaki Ai nodded.

"I'm telling you, do you hear me?" Yaozi sighed, "Let's talk about it after the competition is over. Now go play the piano for me. I have something else to discuss with you, and I don't think you can make a decision right now. Let's talk about it tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

"Teacher, please say." Aragaki Ai held her head.

"......." She was silent for a moment, then said, "What do you think about transferring schools as I mentioned to you earlier? If you don't have a favorite school, how about going to Vienna? My teacher is also very optimistic about you and thinks you'd have better career prospects there. I agree too. Japan is really not as good as there."

"This..." Aragaki Ai really didn't have the brain to think so much, so she asked the simplest question.

"I have no money."

"Money is the easiest problem to solve." Yaozi did not force him to make a choice. He was still young and it was not impossible for him to go two years later.

From beginning to end, she never considered whether Aragaki Ai's family would agree. The boy in front of her gave her the feeling that he was too mature and could make his own decision.

The car did a tailspin and stopped at the side of the street. Not caring about anything else, he kicked Aragaki Ai out of the car.

"You go to the competition."

"it is good."

His appearance was really worrying. When Yaozi went to park the car, he was still wondering whether it would affect his condition.

After entering, Ai Aragaki followed the signs and walked to the contestants' backstage, where she was surrounded by familiar faces.

After participating in the competition for a month, not only did everyone know Ai Aragaki, he also had some impression of some strong players.

Seeing the young man come in like this, everyone looked at him with a bit of surprise. They watched him find a corner to sit down, leaning on the back of the chair with one hand.

No, I feel too sleepy as soon as I sit down.

He forced himself to stand up again, took two deep breaths, went to the bathroom to wash his face, and cheered himself up.

At this time, Yoko came back after parking the car with a cup of iced coffee and bread.

"Have something to eat."

"I can't eat." Aragaki Ai really couldn't eat. She felt very uncomfortable both mentally and physically.

"Then take it. Give me the coat."

Yoko stuffed the coffee into his hand and said, "Why don't we give up? It's just a competition, it's not that important."

"No, it's rare that the teacher pulled me here, so I still have to go on stage." Aragaki Ai smiled, but it was not very good-looking. Everyone could see that he was not in good shape, and many people were looking forward to him.

Whether it is those who want to beat him or those who hope that he will continue to take first place, they are all paying attention to his movements.

"Why did Aragaki come so late?"

"Does he look sleepy?"

"Do we have a chance?"

"I don't want this situation. If I win, I'll win fairly."

"It doesn't look good, and I'm late."

"......"

Ai Aragaki doesn't care about these voices at all. Words cannot decide, only actions can.

His level seven should be far beyond that of his peers of the same age. Even Mu and Xiangzi are only at level six, and the second and third oldest ones present are only at level five or six.

The premise is that he can keep it up.

In the current state, it is a problem to be able to perform at the level of level five.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed like someone was calling his name, or maybe Yoko kicked him.

"It's your turn, Aragaki."

"is teacher."

The boy stood up, gave his coat to Yoko, opened the lid of the coffee and drank it in one gulp.

He came on stage wearing a water-colored shirt, and the audience noticed that this strange guy had a different style from others.

He didn't even do the opening bow and just sat down on the stool, which made many people think he was an arrogant guy, especially the judges. Some of them were particularly old-fashioned and frowned.

"This guy has won first place several times. Does he think he's awesome?"

"You can't even bow?"

"Let me see. The name and song are written on the handbook: Aragaki Ai, Romance in E Minor."

"......"

The sounds around him could not reach his ears at all. The cool air emitted by the iced coffee made him feel better and he no longer felt the burning sensation in his body.

However, my body still felt heavy, I couldn’t even lift my fingers, and the lights above my head became virtual images.

The performance begins.

The overall style of Liszt's Romance in E minor is affectionate and sad, reflecting sad feelings.

But Ai Aragaki's performance was completely different. It was like a violent storm with an impending tempo that completely shattered the original style of the piece.

So much so that when this video was later dug up, the comment with the most likes was: "I've never heard such a romantic song. The master is worthy of being a master."

But now, the faces of several judges in the audience were all ashen, staring at the young man on the stage.

The mistakes are obvious, there are mistakes in rhythm, wrong notes, and even the overall mood is wrong.

Yaozi in the backstage sighed. His level had dropped a little, and the polished details were all gone. However, being able to play in this style was a testament to his strength.

The audience in the audience were all shocked. Those who could come to listen to such a competition had a fairly high level of appreciation. Of course, it was not ruled out that some relatives and friends who came to join in the fun were already fast asleep.

There was a child of about twelve or thirteen standing at the edge of the room. He was half asleep when he was woken up by the sound of the piano. He looked at the boy on the stage. His light-blue shirt had many wrinkles after a day, but his pants were dark in color, so it was not noticeable.

The sound of the piano tells of his distress, his irritability, and his depression.

It changed from a deep affection to a story of happy worries about not knowing how to respond to the thoughts of several girls.

The child opened his eyes wide, tugged at the uncle's clothes and asked him questions.

"Will girls like me if I play the piano?"

"Hmm... probably not. Well, I don't know. Why don't you get some more sleep?"

"I want to learn piano."

"......"

On stage, the piano becomes an extension of Aragaki's love, a part of him, amplifying his emotions.

The chaotic rhythm and random and willful playing changed the original mood.

When the performance was about to end, Aragaki Ai finally couldn't hold on anymore. Fortunately, it was the very last part. After he pressed the last note, he slammed his forehead on the piano keys, making a loud noise that shook the entire concert hall.

"Aragaki?!" Yoko rushed over from the backstage and helped the boy up. He refused the teacher's support and stood up on his own.

"I'm fine, I'm just too sleepy." He was still conscious and couldn't fall asleep here. He had to go back to the office.

The two of them did not do the final bow, but no one blamed him anymore. Everyone could see that Aragaki Ai was uncomfortable.

At this moment, the applause for him rang out, sparse at first, and gradually, the whole room was filled with cheers.

In the eyes of both the judges and the audience, this was an extremely wonderful performance.

Many male audience members were clapping and cursing under their breath. They were such happy guys.

"Ah, I was like that when I was in high school. It's youth."

"Oh, it's you."

The two uncles sat together, then laughed and guessed what the boy would do in the end.

Ai Aragaki's position is relatively middle, so it will take some time before the results come out.

Backstage, he sat in the corner, fought off the sleepiness, and seemed to be able to hold on for a while longer.

Yoko took a cigarette out of the cigarette box, handed the cigarette box to Aragaki Ai and asked.

"Would you like to smoke one?"

"No, I'm only fifteen." Aragaki Ai refused on the grounds of age. He didn't like addictive things very much, and he understood this deeply from the books he had read.

"......" Yaozi was stunned for a moment, smiled, put away the cigarette box, lit the one in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

"Sometimes I really feel that you don't look like fifteen years old. You should be more mature, at least a young adult."

"I'll just take it as a compliment from the teacher." He paused, "I'm sorry, teacher, for playing that kind of music."

"It's quite interesting, but I have to practice it a thousand times and re-perform the whole piece when I get back."

Yoko probably had an idea in his mind. Playing this style of romantic music should have nothing to do with them.