When the conductor raised his hand, they all started the piece together with the pulling of the strings.
Bambambam.
Dingaling.
Dundararan.
Various sounds intertwined to create a rhythm. Depending on the conductor’s gesture, the rhythm became intense, and sometimes it softened like a whisper.
Isabella felt a thrill. So many people are moving smoothly and obeying orders following the song I wrote! Should I try being a conductor as a hobby?
It wasn’t really her own composition, but the rationalization had already ended in her head.
In the midst of beautiful progress, suddenly all the other instruments fell silent and the pipe organ solo began almost when it was about to end. It was an embarrassing process to discuss the musical beauty as it suddenly cut off.
After about sixteen measures of solo progress by the pipe organ, the rest of the string instruments joined without context.
Even Isabella, who was about to yawn from boredom in the latter part because she didn’t know much about music, was startled by the event that made her eyes wide open and her head suddenly rise.
Arabella was in a dark corner, leaning on her chin, watching awkwardly as her song was really performed in the real world for the first time. Her ears were excited, but emotionally she was not.
The person who should have been sitting in the front row was herself. She received a pipe organ as a payment, so it was a good deal, she thought, and tried to put it aside, but her mood was still sullen.
Then suddenly the pipe organ solo began. Arabella bit her right thumb.
‘Huck!’
There was no doubt that the score had been delivered wrong. There was no pipe organ solo part in the original Mass Breviary that Arabella wrote.
‘It must have been the score of the lute solo piece, the real original before the arrangement, that got stuck in the score of the Mass Breviary arrangement version!’
As Arabella bit her nails, the conductor on the stage seemed to ask Isabella a question.
“Lady de Mare, the ensemble is over. Did you listen well? We had some parts we didn’t understand while performing, why did the pipe organ solo come in the middle?”
Isabella dodged calmly without any sign of surprise.
“I wanted to emphasize the melody of that part.”
“Ah… a bold musical challenge.”
It was the conductor who was rather puzzled. To anyone’s ear who knew even a little about music, this was obviously a mistake in the work process.
Julia, the skilled harp player and daughter of Count Valdesar, also tilted her head and whispered to the young lord next to her.
The conductor, who thought Isabella would fill the gap, asked her awkwardly.
“The score… As it is now, the part where the pipe organ solo starts is very awkward. It jumps from the ‘do’ scale to the ‘re’ scale. Usually, performers have a hard time covering this part with one hand. Even if it’s intentional, it’s difficult to apply in actual performance… Would you play it with us once and see if there’s any room for revision?”
It was only then that Isabella was finally taken aback.
“You want me to play?”
She couldn’t read music properly. Isabella was a novice organist who had to practice for several days with one song just to imitate it.
She thought all she needed to do for Arabella’s Missa Brevis was to bring the sheet music, so she hadn’t even bothered to open it.
If she had even glanced at the sheet music once, she would have noticed that one sheet was different and wouldn’t have gotten into this situation, let alone having practiced, Isabella wouldn’t be able to play this piece even if someone threatened to kill her.
“Can’t a professional player play that scale? Are you really a professional?”
Isabella found Arabella, who was sitting in the corner of the cathedral in panic, with anger and demanding eyes. It was a silent reprimand to provide a solution.
But as soon as her eyes met Isabella’s, Arabella, who took this as a different kind of permission, burst out like a bullet.
“No! Is there no graphite here?”
When a priest brought graphite and a stave, Arabella filled in the sheet music without hesitation.
“The string part was omitted from the score sheet music. It wasn’t intentionally left blank.”
With a single stroke, Arabella filled out five sheets of staves like she was possessed and also bravely fixed the introduction part of the pipe organ solo.
“The scale didn’t pop out intentionally. How can a human hand play that scale. There’s a chunk missing here.”
Offering the completed five sheets of staves to the conductor, and indicating the place where the modified music should go, Arabella finally looked around at the stunned atmosphere.
Isabella was biting her lips, and the invited guests were whispering heatedly.
‘What, she wasn’t the composer?’
‘I mean, I’ve never heard that Isabella de Mare was good at music, but I was surprised when she dedicated composing to the mass, not playing.’
‘Stealing even her own sister’s thing, really has no conscience.’
While Isabella’s friends were whispering among themselves, Camellia de Castilione’s face, who was badmouthing Isabella, seemed to glow.
“Enough!”
Lucrezia, who had been watching the situation from a corner, stepped forward.
“It seems there was a misunderstanding.”
Lucrezia, who stood up from the dark place and walked to the center of the stage, was quite intimidating due to her tall height and luxurious clothing.
She looked around at the nobles and children and made a request.
“This piece was composed together by the older and younger sisters. The older sister mainly provided the theme, and the younger sister adjusted the details.”
Lucrezia picked her words carefully, looking primarily at those who had been talking animatedly.
“Certainly, there was Isabella’s contribution. No, mainly, it was created by Isabella. I hope there won’t be any wrong stories going around.”
At Lucrezia’s firm words, one person leaning against the side of the cathedral approached and laughed.
“Is that so? Beautiful Lucrezia.”
It was Count Cesare de Como, who was fully dressed up with green deer leather boots, gloves of the same color, and a hat adorned with a kingfisher feather.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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