"Could we change the third section?"
Late at night three days earlier,
Gan Yan Yu set her coffee cup on the piano's music stand, soaking the score Lin Tian had written.
Lin Tian was surprised by those words and looked up at the girl.
This was the first time, after all this time,
that Gan Yan Yu had suggested "revising" one of his compositions.
"Why?"
Lin Tian rested his chin on his hand, propping himself against the table with an intrigued expression.
You had to know,
this was the famous "The Blue Danube," created by Strauss, the King of Waltz. Over hundreds of years, it had become a cultural icon of Austria.
A piece like this—
and she wanted to change it?
It was not a question of whether it could be changed, but whether anyone could pull it off.
Even Lin Tian's arrangements had merely reorchestrated the instrumental combinations. He had always held the original score in great respect.
"I-I don't have any issue with this piece. Lin Tian, you wrote it wonderfully!"
Gan Yan Yu hurriedly explained at first, then paused.
Poking her little index fingers together, the girl said softly,
"Consider it a selfish little request. I want... to add some of my own feelings to this piece."
"Your feelings?"
"Mm!"
Gan Yan Yu nodded firmly. Then she lifted her head, gazed out at the sky beyond the window with a hint of longing, and slowly said,
"Last night, after playing 'The Blue Danube' here with you, I had a dream after I went home."
"I dreamed that I really arrived at Vienna's Golden Hall. The two of us performed together onstage, playing my favorite classical music."
"After the performance, you held my hand as we walked along the Danube... The dream felt so real that when