Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist
Chapter 218 - 182: Passion - Manifestation

Chapter 218: Chapter 182: Passion - Manifestation

Next.

The two repeated their practice of "Ode to Love."

Because Lin Tian’s performance was extremely harmonious this time, out of such selfish reasons, he had Gan Yanyu submit this piece for the semifinal round.

Gan Yanyu was surprised when she learned Lin Tian had chosen this piece.

Because,

among the pieces Lin Tian wrote for Gan Yanyu.

"Ode to Love," is the piece that, to this day, the two of them still could not perform to their satisfaction.

With other music, a few more performances, finding the feeling, they could somewhat find their groove.

But not with this piece, even though it was already performed very well, Lin Tian always felt that it was just "passable," and the emotions were not quite right.

The reason is simple.

It is a piece composed by the famous musician Edward Elgar for his fiancée Alice.

That year, 1888.

Elgar and Alice got engaged, and Alice, a woman with a literary background, wrote a poem for her fiancé who was going away, titled "Love’s Greeting."

At the time, Elgar, while visiting his friend, Dr. Charles Buck, read this poem on the train, and you can imagine his sweet mood.

Thus, in response to Alice, Elgar then created "Ode to Love."

This "love letter" Elgar wrote for his fiancée first appeared a year and three months later in the UK’s Crystal Palace.

It fed the entire world, quite fiercely, a mouthful of dog food.

More than a hundred years have passed, through this music.

You can vaguely feel.

31-year-old Elgar, just after getting engaged, sitting on the train to his friend’s house.

At that time, how spirited and overwhelmed with emotion Elgar was.

The carriage swayed, watching the scenery outside the window receding, having finished reading the letter from his fiancée, Elgar took a deep breath, placed the letter on his chest, feeling his own heartbeat, as if love at that moment became tangible in his heart...

Over a hundred years have passed.

Times have changed, just like that.

The people from back then are long gone.

But Elgar’s love has forever been preserved in the form of music.

...

Such a piece.

How should Gan Yanyu experience it?

She didn’t know, truly didn’t know.

She tried many different interpretations, but each time she performed, it always felt like something was missing.

The prerequisite for empathy is understanding such emotions.

Without understanding, she really couldn’t perform it.

On the other hand,

there was Lin Tian...

He played brilliantly!

Really brilliantly!!

Lin Tian stretched, feeling incredibly satisfied in his heart.

Damn, why did he only just discover that sneaking personal experiences into the piano was such a thrilling affair...

No, there are no pieces, inside, it’s all personal experiences!!

Just now, he was playing the piano with a smile.

Since learning how to inject his own emotions into the piano, Lin Tian felt as if he had discovered a new world.

Before, his playing was following behind Gan Yanyu, studying Gan Yanyu, complementing her.

Now, Lin Tian truly started to savor the joy of music.

The pieces he played before suddenly became interesting.

He came to believe more and more that music is indeed the greatest art in the world.

"....."

Seeing Lin Tian getting better and better, Gan Yanyu felt somewhat unwilling—not just unwilling, but more envious.

"Lin Tian, how do you do it?"

"Are you referring to finding the right emotion for this piece?"

"Yes."

In Gan Yanyu’s eyes.

Lin Tian, just like her, same age, also a high school student, also has never been in a relationship...probably.

Why can he pinpoint it so precisely?

"Did you find a substitute emotion?" Gan Yanyu asked.

Just like before when they performed the "Pathétique" Symphony in G minor.

Although Lin Tian didn’t handle it well, he found a new angle to interpret the piece and achieved very good results.

This tactic is also quite common in performances.

"Substitute? Maybe not necessarily."

Lin Tian thought for a moment, he didn’t make a definitive statement.

Actually, in his mind.

The most correct way to approach "Ode to Love".

Is for Gan Yanyu to treat herself as the subject of romance—while playing.

This is the real solution!

But the uniqueness of Gan Yanyu’s playing style basically bids farewell to the possibility of interacting with reality....

"....."

The two of them discussed "Ode to Love" in depth.

One constantly seeking knowledge, the other earnestly thinking and responding.

Meanwhile,

Nannali sat at the counter, both hands propping up her cheeks, her hair not tied up today, just wearing a red Lolita accessory, with her golden hair spread on the desk.

The girl stared blankly at them, lost in thought.

"Lilia!"

Lin Tian turned around and suddenly shouted at her.

"Call me Nannali."

Nannali showed a disgusted expression but did not want to dwell on this topic anymore, asking,

"What’s up?"

"Do you have any opinions?"

"What opinions?"

"You weren’t listening at all, weren’t you supposed to help us practice?"

Lin Tian smiled helplessly.

Then, he changed the topic and asked,

"Do you think this piece is suitable for us to perform in the semifinals?"

"Are you asking a competitor this question?"

Nannali narrowed her eyes, "If I say ’suitable,’ is there a possibility that I’m actually fishing you, intentionally letting you play an unsuitable piece, or conversely, if I say ’not suitable,’ am I actually afraid you might win with this piece?"

"I know."

Lin Tian said, "So, I was planning on listening to it the opposite way."

"....."

Nannali cursed intensely in her heart.

Then, she looked at Gan Yanyu, thinking about the two’s fervent discussion just now...

Suddenly again burying her head slowly,

"Gan Yanyu, do you really love music?"

"Ah?"

"I asked if you love music?"

"What kind of question is that?"

Gan Yanyu slightly widened her eyes,

"If I didn’t love it, how could I have come this far."

"Indeed."

To present a piece to satisfaction, study its emotions, immerse into its story, constantly vary the playing techniques, striving for perfection.

In Nannali’s eyes,

This is the embodiment of passion.

If one didn’t genuinely harbor extraordinary feelings for music... how could one reach this extent?

This feeling, it’s truly wonderful.

Nannali gently murmured:

"..... If I didn’t love it, of course I couldn’t have come this far."

There was a hint of barely noticeable bitterness on Nannali’s lips.

Becoming a professional cellist, stepping onto the stage of the Yingqin Cup semifinals.

It’s been quite a challenging journey.

Talking about whether I love it or not, whether I’m passionate or not.

At this point, what’s the point in pondering that?

"Alright—"

Nannali stood up, raising her hand and tossing her golden hair over her shoulder.

"Today’s practice session ends here, the esteemed Christine Nanali is very busy and has to leave first."

Before Gan Yanyu could politely try to keep her,

Nannali walked to the door, turned around, pointed at the girl, and suddenly shouted loudly,

"Gan Yanyu, this is a battle for life and death!"

"The day after tomorrow, in the semifinals, I will definitely beat you, definitely!"

"This is for your ’passion,’ and for mine—’passion’!!"