"May I use the piano in the rehearsal hall?"
The sentence was spoken calmly, as if a neighbor suddenly knocked on your door and asked, "Do you have soy sauce?"
But within those calm words, there was such confidence, as if the young man standing at the door of the rehearsal hall had instantaneously transformed his aura.
Joseph couldn't think of any reason to refuse him in the face of this confidence!
"Of course, Mr. Ren He, only..." Joseph didn't know what he intended to do. Was he going to play those three compositions? But being able to play them didn't necessarily prove that he was the composer.
Ren He had already approached the beautiful black piano. Although he had master-level skills in piano, this was his first time playing an instrument of such caliber...
He sat down. The first piece, "To Alice."
Indeed, one could instantly tell the quality of a piano performance—first by the pitch, then by a higher pursuit, and finally, by emotion.
