1. The First Movement

The classical pianist moves a few steps from the side of the curtain, infront of this whole big concert hall awaits the first-class, sponsors and others who awaited for his performance as he was the last one on line.

He knew he had been preparing for this moment. A gulp down to his throat and the sound of the heart thumping inside of him. The judgement of others and expectations were what he feared the most. Before he could adjust his seat, sitting on his upright and curving his fingers. Playing a beautiful, soothing and calm melody from one of Chopin's Nocturnes.

His one and only best friend could be spotted in the middle of the crowd. The glance she gave him filled him with the confidence to play by the heart, the art from the hands create. He could hear a faint gasp from the crowded which was overpowered by his articulations and expression played in. "A very well executed introduction", he thought. Surely, it would have impressed the judges and all other rivals that watched his performance.

Until suddenly...