The Maestro Lost His Muse
Language: en
I gave up my spot at the Vienna Conservatory just to stay behind and help Adrian practice. In the ten years since, he went from an obscure, struggling street musician to a world-renowned virtuoso. For every single one of his concerts, I sat in the very front row. He promised me that once this tour ended, he would dedicate the encore—a piece called "Homeward"—to me. It was the first piece I had ever written for him. But at the final stop of the tour, he changed the program at the last minute. Next to "Homeward" on the credits, there was a new name. Zora. His new protégé. In the dressing…