*yooo new story*i know many people won't read this but I kinda needed to let the idea flow*Also if it's cliche or dramatic I'm sorry it's just the way I right*
A prodigy. A young pianist playing songs that even professionals can't. The sixth of the Grandes études de Paganini,Eine Kleine Nachtmusik. He's unstoppable. The prodigy played any piece. Wolfgang Amedeus Mozart,Sergei Vasilievich Rachmaninoff, Ludwig Van Beethoven, he played many of their pieces with no flaw. He played them to perfection . He was a prodigy. Every piece was played just how it was meant to. What is written on paper is what he plays.
That is what described him. He is what inspires young pianist. His name is Oh Sehun. Oh Sehun was a prodigy. Oh Sehun was the best. Always in first place. Many young pianist felt different things towards him. Jealousy. Admiration. Hate. Love. Everyone was playing for him or to defeat him. The only thing that's certain is that everyone of his competitors was ready to take him down but he vanished. The prodigy is long gone. No one knows where he is or why he stopped. All they know is that he vanished.
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Your lie in April
Hayran Kurguso recently watched your lie in April and it inspired me to write. This story won't be the same. The plot will be different as well. The theme is the same though. *Description* A retired pianist and a violinist. Will this violinist help the pianis...
