11:45 a.m.
After a quick rest, Pietro got out of his room with his bowed psaltery case to get ready for lunch. He noticed that the art students weren't out yet, so he decided to go on ahead to the lobby and wait for them there. While going down the stairs, he accidently bumped into another man wearing black-collared long-sleeved shirt with a white short-sleeved shirt under it, blue pants, and black shoes.
"Oh, my apologies, Monsieur!" said Pietro backing off a bit.
"Don't worwy, dear lad." replied the man. "I know you deedn't mean any harm." His eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the boy.
"Say...you're zat newcomer, my students were telleeng moi about."
Pietro looked shocked when he heard this. "Wait, does zat mean...YOU are zheir teacher?"
"Oui, zhat eez right. I am Monsieur Henri (pronounced On-ree) Gluant, and you are..."
"Pietro, Pietro Bartinelli." The two shook their left hands in greeting.
"Well, Monsieur Pietro, glad to meet you. I'm guessing you already met zhe four?"
"Oui, I deed. Zhey were all very friendly and were glad zat I can come along."
"Great. Well, I need to finish up my duties een my room, so make yourself comfortable and be prepared for tomorrow morneeng!"
"I weell, Monsieur Gluant. Au revoir!" As the teacher continued his way up, Pietro continued his way down.

Once he got to the lobby, Pietro sat down on a nearby couch. It was very comfortable and he was close to falling asleep after 2 minutes had past.
But luckily, the sound of the students coming down woke him up and they were glad to see him.
"Bonjour, Pietro!" greeted Armand as he walked down and helped their new friend get up. "Boy, are we glad to see you."
"Same here." replied Pietro. "I was kinda hungry for lunch, so I packed us a few sandweeches before entering ze hotel."
"Great!" exclaimed Paul. "We'll be needing zhem later on. We're off to take a little walk in ze park and we're wondereeng eef you would like to join us."
"I would love to!" answered Pietro.
"Oh, good!" exclaimed Louise. "We really need ze company."
"Just as long as you don't make any trouble." added Andre.
"Relax, Andre." said Pietro. "We'll be fine." He slowly got up and started walking to the door.
"I certainly hope so." With that, all five went out of the hotel and took a little stroll down the sidewalk.

Pietro was very observant to his many of his surroundings and he took a liking on how each part of London is affected by the fresh, clean weather of the upcoming afternoon. Some shops were closed for lunch, children were playing around the community parks, and others were just chatting about how their lives were today and what they wonder about tomorrow.
Then, he started to think about the article he saw Anthony McAllister read about, and he thinks it's time to ask his friends a few questions. About 2 minutes later, they all got to the park close to the sea, and each one sat at a different place.
Pietro first went to Paul and handed him a sandwich. "Paul, I wanted to ask you someting."
"Go ahead, I'm all ears." replied Paul starting to munch on his meal.
"OK, I want to know how you feel about the recent crime at our home."
At once, Paul stopped and slowly looked at Pietro. "You mean ze vandal?" Pietro nodded his head. "Well...I have to say I'm quite shocked of ze whole zhing. I mean, eet was all peace and quiet in Paris (pronounced Par-ree for the students and Monsieur Gluant), and zen someone arrives to mess up some of ze greatest masterpieces being made..."
The interview then came to Armand who was sitting on a bench. "I'm telling you eet eez a dishonor to ze arts and he doesn't even seem to care about eet. Painters are being frustrated over zheir vandalized artwork, sculptors are starting to quit zheir work because of zheir messed up statues, and furzhermore....
It then came to Louise who was sitting on the edge of a fountain. "There eez barely anyone wanteeng to go to any of our galleries for zhey fear zat ze vandal would strike again, and eef zhey get een heez way, eet could be worse. But, for us...."
The interview ended with Andre leaning against a tree. "We don't care eef zhis continues, we'll just have to keep on painting and scupting unteel ze vandal eez captured. Zhen, we can revive ze arts again weez no worries at all."

Later that afternoon, the five were sitting down on the grass and were eating their sandwiches Pietro prepared for them. Pietro was half-done with his sandwich and he started to think.
"Hmmm, each of ze students have ze same reaction over zis whole topic of ze mysterious vandal. All are upset and want to keep going weez zheir work. But, are zhey are all honest about zat? Eet seems as zhough one of zhem eez tryeeng to avoid suspeecion, so he or she can get away weez another masterpiece vandalized....Well, whatever happens, I must keep on eye on zhem."

Then, his thoughts were startled by Paul's voice. "Hey, Pietro?"
Pietro looked up. "Hm?"
"Uh, I wanted to know about zat instrument you brought weez you."
"Ze bowed psaltery? Oh! Well, eet eez a lot like a violin, but I zhink eet has sweeter music zan zat."
"Can we see it?" asked Louise.
"Oui, I'll be glad to show eet to all of you." Pietro reached for his triangular-shaped violin case and unlocked it to reveal his instrument. The bowed psaltery was shaped like a triangle with a square on the bottom, consisting of strings going vertical from top to bottom. The students liked the wooden texture and colors it has on the exterior.
"Eet's very nice, Pietro." commented Armand. "I've never seen anyzhing like eet."
"Well," began Pietro. "Ze bowed psaltery originated een Germany een 1925. Zhis instrument includes a set of strings arranged een chords, so zat one could play ze melody on ze bowed psaltery strings, and strum accompaniment weez ze ozher hand. Zhese are usually called violeen zeethers."
"Sounds like muzeec eez a major for you een ze arts." said Andre smiling at his new friend and the instrument.
Pietro nodded. "Oui, I truly love muzeec. But, I was only interested een streengs you see. And ze only instrument I found interest een was zhis." He held up his bowed psaltery."
"I see." said Paul.
"Can you play somezheeng for us?" asked an excited Louise. The sounding description of the instrument made her heart leap with joy and impatience.
"Oui, s'il vous plaît." joined Armand.
"OK, OK." chuckled Pietro. "I'll play a song for you, and zis one eez probably my most favoreete of all." The students all sat down around him, waiting for their new friend to play.

Pietro put his bow over his instrument, and once it touched the strings.....the world suddenly stopped for them and it was beginning to alter. And then....he started to sing.

Piove sull'Oceano (It rains on the Ocean)
piove sull'Oceano (It rains on the Ocean)
piove sulla mia identità (It rains on my identity)
Lampi sull'Oceano (Lights on the Ocean)
lampi sull'Oceano (Lights on the Ocean)
squarci di luminosita (Gaps of luminosity)

(The gentle breeze of the wind suddenly became a little stronger and it began to blow the blossoms from the flowers and trees. They started to dance around each of the students before flying around the park. The song caught the attention of a few people and they wanted to see who was playing the music.)

Forse là in America (Maybe there in America)
i venti del Pacifico (the winds of the Pacific)
scoprono le sue immensita (Uncover its immensity)
le mie mani stringono (My hands hold tight)
sogni lontanissimi (some faraway dreams)
e il mio pensiero corre da te (And my thoughts run to you)
Remo, tremo, sento (I row, I shake, I feel)
profondi, oscuri abissi (Deep dark abyss)
E' per l'amore che ti do (It's for the love I give you)
e per l'amore che non sai (and for the love you don't know)
che mi fai naufragare (that makes me wreck)
E' per l'amore che non ho (It's for the love I don't have)
e per l'amore che vorrei (and for the love I'd want)
e' per questo dolore (It's for this pain)
E' questo amore che ho per te (It's for this love I have for you)
che mi fa superare queste vere tempeste (That makes me get over those real storms)

(The few clouds in the sky suddenly begin to fly to the park and they began to circle around the park. More people began to come by to hear the boy play his music. The wind also began to gently touch the students' faces like a human hand and comfort them as Pietro continued his song.)

Onde sull'Oceano (Waves on the Ocean)
Onde sull'Oceano (Waves on the Ocean)
che dolcemente si plachera (that will gently calm down)
Le mie mani stringono (My hands hold tight)
sogni lontanissimi (some faraway dreams)
e il tuo respiro soffia su me (and your breath blows on me)
Remo, tremo, sento (I row, I shake, I feel)
vento intorno al cuore (A wind around my heart)
E' per I'amore che ho per te (It's for the love I have for you)
che mi fa superare mille tempeste (That makes me get over thousands of storms)
E'per l'amore che ti do (It's for the love I give you)
e per l'amore che vorrei (It's for the love I give you)
da questo mare (from this sea)
E' per la vita che non c'e (It's for the life that isn't there)
che mi fai naufragare (It's for the life that isn't there)
infondo al cuore (that makes me wreck)
Tutto questo ti avrà (deep in my heart)
e a te sembrera (All this will have you)
tutto normale (and to you everything will seem normal)

(The music suddenly stops and so does the altering world.....Then, Pietro played the last segment of his song and everything started to return to normal. The clouds went back to their original postion, the wind became a soft breeze again, and the blossoms went back to their rightful plants.)

At last, Pietro put down his bow and was surprised to see that it was not just the students who were watching but many others came too. At first, their faces were filled with shock over the tremendous power the boy's music has brought. But slowly, they started to smile and applauded Pietro for the song. Some even gave him a little bit of cash to him. Pietro thanked them and they were soon off on their way, leaving the five still sitting in the grass.
After five whole minutes, Paul spoke up. "Zat was amazeeng, Pietro!"
The others nodded in agreement. "Oui, I never heard of a muzeecian weez zat much potential." commented Andre.
Pietro scratched his head a little. "Well, I do my best."
"And eet was a performance even Chopin or Strauss would be impressed weez!" exclaimed Louise.
Pietro blushed a little at her comment. "Well, merci beau coup, Louise."
Armand then stood up and said, "Well, eet's getteeng a leetle late, so we better get back to ze hotel."
"Oui," nodded Pietro. "We better get going." Packing up his instrument, the young musical prodigy and his four friends went back to the hotel.