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Some things you need to know before reading:
Legato – to connect smoothly or slur
The Sound of Mozart
By: Higasa
Pink. Shinichi Chiaki hated that color. Of all the colors in the rainbow that Nodame could have chosen from for the A-Oke's Mozart Oboe concerto it had to be pink.
Why? He thought, as he brought up his baton. This caused the whole orchestra to lift their instruments and looked at him in the eye, signaling that they were ready to begin the rehearsal for the second time that day. Why couldn't it be black or grey or even yellow?
Okay so maybe it's not black. In his mind Beethoven was more black-colored; grey reminded him of Schubert, and as for yellow. Since when did he started assigning colors to different composers he thought. His eyes were closed as he listened to the sound of Mozart, but at the same time he was concentrating on the sound that was produce by each instrument. It was as if he was trying to find that pink sound inside the sea of violins, contrabass, and clarinets.
His baton flickered everywhere in the air, but of course looking at his conductor music sheet every now and then.
"Contrabass more legato," he said.
"Flutes softer."
Several minutes later he found what he had been looking for. It came from the sound of the oboe coming from Kuroki. It was pink and it sounded fun. Just like Nodame had suggested the previous evening when she was at his apartment yet again.
The seats in the music room were empty, but Nodame was there. She too had closed her eyes and made that expression she used whenever she played the piano. Her fingers were in the air, playing subconsciously and pretending that she was also part of the orchestra.
Beethoven maybe black, but Mozart is pink. Pink for fun and even though Chiaki didn't want to admit, inside that's what defined Mozart. Or at least for Nodame anyways.
Fin.
I think this one-shot is an improvement for making sense than my last one. Ahaha. I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it.