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As the music rose and filled the room, an annoyed voice rang out in protest.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
The pianist’s fluttering fingers didn’t stop. “Why, playing your beautiful Nocturne in E-Flat Major, for sure.”
Chopin emerged into the room, clearly miffed – but was that a hint of bemusement present in his features?
“I write my pieces as they are. If you refuse to play them that way, then just don’t play them at all.”
“Well, I’m sorry if I’m such a prodigy,” Liszt smirked. “Wait. Actually, is it even my fault?”
The pale-faced composer sighed in resignation, no longer bothering to scold Liszt as he played another overly complicated run. Sooner or later, his friend would start bragging about how he met Beethoven again…