My Takema Sakuha

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Everyone has their own ideas. For example, Izunasho, who has graduated before, chooses to go directly to a professional team, while Sakusa Seiko prefers to go to a university first.

His grades were already very good, plus his grades in the national competition in the second year of high school and his grades in the national youth training camp as bonus points, it was not too difficult to enter the school he wanted to choose.

But in this way, Mitsuna Noda could have chosen the music at Neon at will, but when he arrived in Paris, he would encounter more difficulties.

But she still said with a smile that she will hold her recital.

"Because if I win the first prize in the competition, I can hold a concert."

"So confident?"

"Although I don't know what the ending will be, but if I have the idea of ​​'I want Xiaosheng to listen to my concert', then there must be no problem."

Seeing the determined expression on her face, Sakuzaya Seiko didn't know how to answer, and finally chose to stretch out his hand and gently pressed her head.

"Every time Xiaosheng is like this, he must be shy."

"not at all."

"Then, Xiaosheng."

Simply pressing his hand on top of his head like this, Noda Mitsuna smiled extraordinarily brightly: "We all have to work hard, right?"

"Ah."

Hearing Noda Mitsuna's thoughts, as a friend, Koyanagi Hanako thought it was good, and at the same time handed her a blank autograph book very solemnly.

"what is this?"

"That's it."

The girl pushed the glasses on her face, and her expression was a little more like a plan-like complacency: "Hurry up and sign me first, otherwise I won't be able to find a chance to ask you for it when you become famous, Guangnai." .”

"..."

Ah, do you want to sign a whole notebook?

Although she didn't know if it would be possible, Noda Mitsuna obediently signed the ten cards she wanted for Koyanagi Hanako.

Understandable, she can understand.

The Paris Conservatoire’s exam is in February. Because of the instrumental music, the interviewer will give an evaluation almost on the spot, telling the student whether to enter the college.The first few levels were fairly simple for Noda Mitsuna. When she entered the interview, she swore that she saw the expression of one of the teachers who suddenly became ugly because of her surname.

Then after hearing the introduction that this is a professor of "Western Music History", Noda Mitsuna almost burst into tears in his heart.

Sister Noda, how much psychological shadow have you left on this professor, so that people with the same surname will look so vigilant after more than ten years!

Sure enough, you didn't hand in your thesis back then! !

"Oh, it's this little girl."

One of the female professors looked at the girl in front of her with interest, and the smile on her face became much gentler: "I haven't seen her for a long time."

"Eleanor, were you the judge for her participation in the Queen's Contest?"

"Well, she is a very interesting little girl, and the fact that she will not participate in the competition again makes me look forward to her even more."

What kind of music will you present to us?

As a professor of Western music history, McAdam's expression was a little more tangled.The interview at the Paris Conservatoire is a three-person system, but in fact it is the other two who really make the evaluation. To be precise, he judges each other as a professional audience.

At that time, he felt pretty good after listening to Noda Megumi's performance, and then he almost had a myocardial infarction in the process of chasing his thesis.Now this is Noda Megumi's niece——

"It feels like my future is going to be dark."

"puff."

Listening to his complaints, the two professors next to him were holding back their laughter. Eleanor couldn't help raising her eyebrows when Noda Mitsuna put her hands on the black and white keys and pressed the first note.

Liszt, will-o'-the-wisps.

Dark, erratic, and bold with a bit of resentment.It was originally a slightly fast etude of piano skills, but she slowed down in the beginning of the two-handed performance, which was more weird.

It didn't disrupt any notes, and the strength of the fingers has always been maintained very well. The empty beat is slightly elongated, which adds to the cunning of the audience——

"Unexpectedly, have you grown to this point?"

"what?"

"It's really courageous."

Big enough to be able to use this difficult piece of music to make fun of the interviewers in this decisive interview, want to scare them, and play such a piece as if they were having fun...

"Did she sign up for the Ettlingen International Youth Piano Competition in Germany?"

"Well, wait until the primary election in April, probably."

"I hope to be able to see her in September, and most importantly."

Professor Eleanor crossed her hands in front of her nose, her expression was a little more serious.

The most important thing is that Oakley is retiring!She wanted to see who would dare to compete with her for this student!

Unaware that he had been pulled into his basket by the covetous professor, Noda Mitsuna breathed a sigh of relief when he heard several interviewers say "see you at the welcome ceremony for new students in September".

Then, there is only one news.

But thinking about it this way, it seems that in the next half a year, I will be completely unemployed?

"What a vagrant."

"Ah, Xiaosheng, you are still a college student now, should I still call you 'Senior'?"

Seeing Noda Mitsuna's smiling appearance, Sakuzaya Seiko was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and approached her: "What are you worried about?"

"I, am I not worried about anything?"

"Then why are you afraid?"

Is she scared?

Staring at those dark eyes, Noda Mitsuna finally sighed softly, stretched out her arms to hug her boyfriend before leaning her head on his shoulder: "Because it feels like the gap between us has suddenly widened gone."

A high school student didn't feel it before, but now she felt that Sakuzaya Seiko had matured so much more than herself in an instant, that she was a little afraid to speak to him.

"Will not."

"Eh?"

"It's better to say that I have been chasing after you all the time."

Seeing his serious look, Noda Mitsuna couldn't help laughing, raised her head again and stood on tiptoe, dropping a kiss on his cheek.

"I know."

It was just nine hours and more than 9000 kilometers, and they never separated because of it.

"By the way, my preliminary selection results are out."

"What is it?"

"Of course it passed."

The competition in Ettlingen is not as grueling as the Queen's Competition. There are only two rounds in total - three tracks in the first round and three tracks in the second round. The total time on stage does not exceed an hour .Simple and convenient, but brutal at the same time.

There were hundreds of people who signed up, and after the preselection and the first round, only eight people remained.And among these eight people, each one is outstanding, and it can also be said that each one has a bright future.

"But when I saw a few judges, I was a little worried."

Megumi Noda, who was originally selected as a judge but refused because Noda Mitsuna would also participate, propped her chin, with a troubled expression on her face: "Because I saw the annoying Andrew."

"Damn Andrew?"

"A traditional school believes that the pianist does not need himself, and the score already shows everything. The pianist is not so much a player as a tool, and he is proud of being a tool."

Noda Megumi supported her back in anger, and her expression was a little more unhappy: "Fortunately, he is here, but he will be very annoying if he is alone, I am very worried about Mitsuna!"

"Well, it's not so much worrying, it's better to say... have you noticed?"

Found what?

Qianqiu Shinichi's hands trembled after a long absence. He looked at his lover and felt that he was about to die: "When Guangnai went out today, he had the same hands and feet."

"..."

"And I also drank a full cup of black coffee, saying that today's juice is so sweet."

"..."

How could she be so nervous! ! !

Wearing an off-white dress and sitting in the lounge with her hands up and down, Noda Mitsuna only felt that she was really nervous to death.Obviously, she has never felt this way before, but at this moment her keen sense of hearing seems to be more sensitive at this moment.

The violent heartbeat, the sound of switching pedals, the friction between the keys when the keys are pressed, applause, and a little discussion all poured into her ears, making her not know what she should listen to.

What should she do?

It was a challenge to choose a familiar song in front of everyone, but she really wanted to choose that song anyway.

Beethoven, "Moonlight Sonata".

She had heard Charles's moonlight before, and she was thinking that the neon at that time should be the bright moon.Now she is in Germany, and indeed is experiencing a night with soft moonlight.

"Mitsuna, Noda."

The moment she heard her name, Noda Mitsuna took a deep breath and walked onto the stage. When she swept across the audience, she suddenly paused for a moment, and saw the person who seemed to appear in the corner by accident.

Ah, yes, this is the game, and it's her recital.

In the end, you don't have to think too much about it.The precision technique that has been practiced like crazy, the pedals that start to polish after countless times, the fingertips that can't wrap their nails, the thick and raised joints, it's all here.

There are still some hopes, some expectations, and what you want to say, you can express them with just pressing your fingertips.

Moonlight can always represent a variety of meanings, but it seems to represent the same thing unexpectedly in every country.

Purity, missing, and, love.

The beginning of the third movement should be a turbulent melody, but it has a soft tone that surprises everyone. When the fingertips jump, they deliberately speed up slightly, adding to the intensity like light pouring down.

The treble of the right hand almost seems to be using instinct to jump quickly. The fierce sense of struggle makes people feel goosebumps involuntarily, but when it is soft, the audience can instinctively feel the reluctance still contained in it.

Is that love?Yes, it is love.

So what are you struggling with, what are you regretting, and what are you trying to do?

What I want to say is in the sound of the piano.

The final chord fell heavily, and the entire concert hall was silent for a moment when the sound representing the end appeared, and then remembered the almost amazed cheers and applause.

That was the "love" she would never give up no matter what.

After finishing his last song, Noda Mitsuna stood up and bowed to the judges' seat and the audience, then looked at the person who stood up in the corner and showed his usual bright smile.

Their path is not over yet, and they will continue to walk forward like this.

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The author has something to say:

It's over, thank you, there will be a small episode later, and it will be officially over.