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The great composer goes out of his poor and humble house aggressively shouting:
Composer-"I knew it!, God has forsaken me, he gave me the most beautiful art that has existed since love and humanity did and he just took it away! How could he?!"
Me -"Why is he yelling and why the bad mood? I asked myself
Composer-"I wasted all my life in this garbage, now I'm disrupted!" Said the angry composer
Me-"What's wrong?" I asked him
Composer-"Not only I am out of money but they fired me of my dreams, I cannot create any astonishing works as I used to do! My own orchestra fired me!" Said the frustrated composer
I told him to be calmed, he is a well known composer and he is gonna be admired again all he has to do is rest and think positively.
Me-"Why did you got fired?"
Composer-"They didn't liked my works, they said that it was horrible and commented that I shouldn't haven't studied said art. But it's the only thing that fills my hearth!"
The depressed composer goes away and leaves his poor home alone. I decided to enter so since I has always been curious that how he lives. I saw an wall Organ, a pianoforte of the 18th century, a Baroque Tromba and a damaged violin. I was interested in trying the organ out but I didn't at it could be loud, so I decided to try the Pianoforte. I, with a very limited experience in music I decided to play a music score that he had on the old Pianoforte, the title of it was "Simple Variations for Piano in D mayor. And as the title said, it was very simple yet it had weird and beautiful melody.
I managed to finish the piece but after a couple of seconds I heard some claps, so I turned my back and all I saw was the composer
Composer-"I really loved your play, but I must ask, Why are you here?"
But I just said "That's a beautiful piece and easy, how did they fired you?"
Tears runs down the composer's face and with a depressed mood
Composer-"Well...I....my... URGH!, the thing is that I really lost inspiration, it may be nothing for you but for we, the musicians is the root of everything. For me everything just looks the same and empty."
I looked at him and asked why he lost his inspiration.
It was in 1906 when I decided to be a musician, my dad obligated me but in time I fell in love with it. I used to compose small pieces just like as you saw, each day I composed something better than the last one. Everything was going fine and gradually going better but one day I met a woman, beautiful woman of my soul... I used to make her happy when we talked, she almost died of just laughter and she did the same to me. But she already had someone so I didn't really cared as much.
I kept composing for my friends so they gave me their opinions, all I did was compose I didn't even played my instrument and when I did It was just improvising melodies. So I decided to compose my first Monumental Symphony: since that I confessed my love and for some reason I was more social but more eccentric.
I was accepted in the Conservatory immediately as they saw my skill in Symphonic Music, they loved my work and because of that I entered in the Symphony Orchestra in just 4 days later as a composer, they went crazy because of it they even published a comment that said "Maybe the next Beethoven" I liked it but it was too far, No one can be like the great maestro.
I was happy there, everything was god until some years later; it was in the audition, someone enters at the door, IT WAS HER! Me, stupidly asked her "What she was doing here" and she answered with an sarcastic mood: "I don't really know" So I laughed with a false smile.
Did she passed the audition?
Of course she did you fool! what did you expected? Thank god she was the last one because I was more nervious than she was. I really didn't knew why, but anyway, we kept talking again and again as if we were kids. She played the violin so beautiful, her sound was like an angel whispering to your hearth and it indeed touched me inside but for others, she wasn't that good....
I secretly dedicated my fourth Violin Concerto to her, I believe I was starting to feel something more powerfull than the love I feel for music. But I ironically felt bad, a mystery I will never understand.
Everything was fine during the years, we could just hang out in the conservatory, since she was part of the second violins I could look at her all I wanted and she would laugh. But one day someone came to her life... I couldn't talk to her and since she didn't had time neither she did.. Nothing came up good, everything was worsen by the time but I still loved her but for 2 years I couldn't formally talk to her.
My despair and agony was tremendous, my Fourth and Six Symphonies were just chaotic, 32 minutes of the same melodies repeating, like if it was life reminding me of her. Nothing from my mind came happy or a vivid tempo, everything was dead and slow just as my hearth was. But, why would I care? We never did nothing, I don't even know if she liked me back? Hell, I never liked her all the time, only before she was with the couple. But suddenly everything changed.
One day I was at my desk writing my next Piano Sonata In D Minor, I suddenly heard something moving from my back and there she was, crying. She came to me and hugged me, I immediately asked what happened and she said that they broke, I couldn't believe it, From the outside I was like the Moonlight Sonata of Ludwig Van Beethoven but in the inside I was like a big fanfare.
And that's what happened.
"But, according to this, you're supposed to be happy cause they broke up. I don't get it. It's because that you are uninspired?"
Yes.
"But.... Why?"
Because I no longer love her.
