Chapter 4

The sound of the violin slashing skillfully swept through the hall of the music academy hall. Angel recognized the tone even as she listened faintly. The "Introduction et Rondo Capriccioso" played masterfully at the friction of each note, brings the feeling to the rise and fall of the violin … and whoever plays him, he must be brilliant.

Angel walked, frowning, following the direction of the voice. She felt carried away to another realm, in silence accompanied by music that brought strange emotions and fluctuated, there was pain there, there was pain … there is loneliness and above all … there is anger there, all those emotions beautifully wrapped in a violin technique that is close to genius … produces incredible tones.

She stepped cautiously to the end of the academy hallway. Realizing that her heart was beating fast … she shouldn't have been traveling alone to this place. Her mother would look for her and be confused, but the sound of the violin drew her irresistibly, leading her to a restricted area. It is called a restricted area because its said, a famous violinist, who at that young age, was so successful in every concert he held abroad and was so recognized there. The famous violinist is now taking a break after his long concert period in Austria, and enjoying some private time in this special corner of the academy, where he usually practices—because he was a very special alumni, the academy provided a special place for him, where no one could interfere.

The sound of the violin was getting louder, touching deeper and deeper into the depths of the heart. Angel continued walking, carefully holding on to the wall, taking slow steps, until finally she came to a door. It is in the room that such beautiful tones come from. Without realizing it, Angel was standing in the doorway and froze.

The violinist seemed to have been unaware of her presence for some time, but over time he noticed it. The strains of the beautiful violin just stopped, making Angel frown at the loss of the perfectly beautiful notes.

"Play it again." Without realizing it, Angel asked. The strains of the violin are so beautiful that it creates a feeling of addiction to the listener.

The violinist stopped his playing, the sound he made was then very sharp and curt, in stark contrast to his beautiful violin playing, "What are you doing here, little girl? Don't you know that this is a restricted area?"