In the world of utter darkness, blooms a musical prodigy. To the world he was a maestro, yet he himself was wrapped away from the worldly being. He was Xiao Zhan.
Innocence and purity was one, Wang Yibo was known for. Singing was his passion and so...
In a world of darkness, Often there is moment of hope, In my world, There was only music, Until he came along.
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Wang Yibo's POV:
Walking through the majestic opulence of the ancient structure, I am mesmerized by the simplicity yet the uniqueness, that the building personifies.
Lost in thoughts, I walk around until my steps falter, when I hear the faint music of the violin being carried away as the melody caresses my ears.
Unable to stand still, I follow the sound, when I find myself, standing outside an open space, a room facing the sea, a man's back facing me, but it's his fingers that makes me yearn the feelings, I have never felt before. His fingers glide through the strings, whilst the bow melts and becomes one with the violin.
Sheer beauty.
I Wang Yibo, fell in love that day.
First with the music.
Later, with the maestro, playing the music.
This is my story.
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As a young child, I always had an interest in playing instruments. My parents encouraged me and I took up music to be beyond my passion.
Having received scholarship in the most well known University for music, 'School of Excellency' situated in a quaint yet remote Jeju Island~ Provice of South Korea, ecstatic at the once in a life time opportunity, I packed my bag, boarded the next flight and here I am, living a dream which only few can fulfill.
I, Wang Yibo, currently 23 years old, out here to live my life and become the next maestro in the world of music.
Until now, my passion, my life and my soul had been music. I was so immersed in the world of lyrics and chords, I never found the time to love nor learn to love another soul.
Until the day I met him.
Then he became, My Muse. My music. My passion. My love.
I couldn't move. I was awestruck. His style was an epitome of classical beauty. I still hadn't seen his face but I didn't need to. There he was standing in the midst of the glaring sun, his back to me but his posture of utmost discipline.
The soft breeze from the sea, played with his short tresses that caressed the base of the violin near his cheeks.
The soft chimes mingled with his tune. I was about to enter, when I heard the university bell ring.
Checking the watch on my wrist, I knew I would be late for my first class, if I didn't make a move. I didn't want to leave. I wanted to meet him. Talk to him, but I knew I couldn't afford to do that. Not yet. So with a heavy heart, I picked up my pace and ran to the other side of the building, with a hope that one day, I meet him.
