The silence still lingered, filling the concert hall.
Slowly, the air began to grow tense, and a few audience members even started to whisper among themselves.
But when Dubian Che put the reed to his lips and breathed into the oboe, the world was left with nothing but a sorrowful, melodious tune.
It was as if the notes could extend to the ends of the earth, driving away all unease and restlessness, filling every inch of the concert hall.
Everyone's hearts beat violently, shaking their eardrums.
The timbre, as always, intoxicated Chisako, moving her soul and resonating powerfully with her.
In a trance, a bluebird hatched from the oboe.
It grew slowly, lazily stretching its wings, getting accustomed to its body, then, spreading its wings, it took flight with a cry.
Responding to its call, all the clarinets joined in, with the brass section assembling behind, following the bluebird like a flock.
But,
