??194: Chapter 133 Paganini at Scotland Yard_3
194: Chapter 133 Paganini at Scotland Yard_3
Arthur heard this and rely leaned down to whisper in the other’s ear.
As soon as Arthur’s lips moved, the smile on the pianist’s face instantly stiffened.
His smile slowly retracted,, staring sternly at Arthur’s face, and asked word by word, “Mr.
Hastings, are you, sure?”
Arthur nodded slightly, “Do I need to provide the sheet music?”
“No, not at all,” the pianist suddenly stood up, looking seriously at Arthur, “Just to let you know, his concerts in London this year were mostly accompanied by us, the London Philharmonic Association.
We are extrely familiar with this piece.”
Arthur smiled, “That’s great, I will need your assistance in a mont.”
“No, it’s no trouble,” the pianist seed sowhat angry, “But I must remind you, this piece is already difficult on the violin.
You might not know, but because of this piece, many even speculate that Paganini must have made a deal with the Devil to have the hands to play it.
I cannot imagine anyone daring to say they can perform it on the piano, may I ask brashly, how many years of professional piano education have you received?”
Upon hearing this, Arthur simply flicked the tail of his coat and slowly seated himself on the piano bench.
He responded with a smile, “I’m sorry, sir, I have not received professional piano education.”
“What?!” the pianist was truly irritated now, “Are you joking with ?
A beginner claims he can play this piece?”
Arthur shook his head, “Don’t rush, sir.
Although I haven’t received professional piano education, rest assured, I indeed made a deal with the Devil.
You might not know, but this piece wasn’t cheap even there.”
The pianist, hearing this, could only laugh in frustration, “Really now?
Don’t bla
for not warning you, you are still young, if you embarrass yourself at this kind of social gathering, you might find it difficult to get by in social circles afterwards.”
Arthur also smiled in response, “Thank you for your kind warning.
So, sir…
uh, I haven’t yet asked your esteed na.”
The pianist was so infuriated he barely wanted to deal with this ignorant young man, but his profound deportnt eventually compelled him to reluctantly state his own na.
He hoped his illustrious title would intimidate the young man into backing down, “mber of the Academic Committee of the London College of Music, principal conductor and pianist of the Philharmonic Society, Ignaz Mozesales.”
Contrary to his expectation, Arthur, upon hearing the na, showed no fear but rather complinted him politely, “Ah!
It is you!
I once wanted to go to the Royal Theatre to listen to your performance, but alas, I was too strapped for cash at the ti and could only stand outside listening, although the heavy rain that day made it difficult to hear clearly, I still thought your ‘Fourth Piano Concerto’ was extrely beautiful and moving.”
Mozesales had thought Arthur would either be intimidated or retaliate sarcastically, but Arthur’s complints instead made him feel rather embarrassed.
He pursed his lips and spoke, “Young man, listen to , you can change to another piece.
That one is too difficult, not suitable for you.”
Arthur took a deep breath, his hands resting on the piano keys, “Don’t worry, Mr.
Mozesales, you may not know, but my nickna is ‘Scotland Yard’s Paganini.’
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