"Those pieces, I heard you wrote them yourself?"
Yu Zexiao nodded: "Yes, Master. All my albums, except for a few covers, the rest are written by myself."
John Gruber nodded: "That's good. A musician must not be a performer, but a creator, putting their spirit into the work to produce the most exquisite music. I once met such a person, but unfortunately..."
While speaking, he shook his head and sighed.
For many, first comes the talent scout, then the thousand-mile horse. However, for a master like John Gruber, he has always been searching for a disciple to carry on his legacy. To inherit his career, truly spreading the spirit of music through the ages. Originally, he thought he found one, but unfortunately, that person didn't come.
Yu Zexiao felt a bit strange: "Master, is it possible that you recruit disciples, yet someone doesn't want to learn from you?"
Musicians worldwide, those who dream of the piano, who wouldn't want to be his disciple?
