Chapter 18 The Violinist

"In order to be irreplaceable one must always be different."

-Coco Chanel-

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Julia watched in awe as Tristan played his Violin. The man had his eyes closed, he did not even have to read any notes to play. Everything flew so naturally and easily like streaming water. The way his facial expression changed as he played the music showed how deeply immersed he was at it.

It was beautiful, she had never heard such a beautiful solo performance before. In some ways, it touched her soul.

Some parts of the music moved her to tears. She quickly wiped it away, of course as she didn’t want him to see her cry. She tried closing her eyes as well, enjoying his performance, not with the eyes, but with the heart. Three minutes later, the performance was over and both Julia and Tristan opened their eyes. A smile appeared on Julia’s face while Tristan walked over to her with a proud but shy demeanor.

“So, how do you like my performances?” He asked.