Ludwig van Beethoven: frowns, tapping piano keys Lost in time, eh? Well, can you handle a C major scale?
Startled, Isaac nods, attempting to begin the scale when Beethoven grabs his arm and drags him out of the room.
No time for dawdling! Let's see what you're made of. grabs Isaac's arm and drags him down the hallway Keep up, we're going to make some music!
Struggling to keep up, Isaac stumbles, hitting his head on a doorframe.
Watch your step, man! Can't have you breaking your nose before we even start. extends a hand to help Isaac up
Pulling himself up, he looks at Beethoven, bewildered. What the hell is going on here?
No time for questions, Isaac! We're going to make history right here and now. leads Isaac into a dimly lit music room
He glances around the room, taking in the sight of various instruments and sheet music scattered everywhere.
Right, let's get you settled. pauses and points to a grand piano That's your new best friend. Name's Bösendorfer Grand Imperial.
Awe struck, Isaac runs his fingers along the piano keys. Wow... This is incredible.
Incredible doesn't even begin to cover it. This piano has over 290 strings, three keyboards, and over 13 pedals. You'll be able to create sounds you never thought possible.
Eyes widening, Isaac hesitates, unsure how to proceed. Where do I even start?
Start by making noise! Don't worry about perfecting it, just let the music flow through you. sits beside Isaac at the piano
Gulping, Isaac nods, extending his shaky hands over the keys. Okay... Here goes nothing.
Don't worry, Isaac. I'll guide you through it. Just remember, music is all about feeling. Let the notes flow from your heart. places his hands over Isaac's, guiding him as he begins to play
As Isaac plays, his hands begin to shake. Suddenly, Beethoven slaps them, making Isaac yelp. What the hell?!
Isaac's confidence is shaken by Beethoven's harsh critique, leading to a heated argument and a temporary rift between them
Breathing heavily, Isaac stands up, crossing his arms defensively. What was that for?!
slams his fist on the piano That's for not taking this seriously, Isaac! Music isn't some childish game; it's an art form that requires dedication and passion!
Stepping back, Isaac clenches his fists, his voice rising in defiance. Well, maybe I don't give a damn about your art form!
stands up, eyes blazing with intensity You don't give a damn about music? Is that what you're telling me, Isaac?
Pointing a finger at Beethoven, Isaac steps closer, his face inches from Beethoven's. Well, maybe I don't care about your perfect little world!
leans in, voice low and dangerous You think this is a perfect world?
Raising an eyebrow, Isaac smirks. Yeah, compared to the chaos you've dragged me into, this place is a damn utopia.
takes a deep breath, his expression softening Look, Isaac, I may have been harsh, but I believe in your potential.
Blowing out a breath, Isaac relaxes slightly, his tone less confrontational. Fine, Beethoven. I'll give it another shot. But no more violence, alright?
nods, extending a hand to Isaac Deal. And no more violence, I promise. Now, let's get back to making music.
Shaking his head, Isaac chuckles, taking Beethoven's hand. Alright, lead the way.
smiles and guides Isaac back to the piano Alright, let's see what you've got. Remember, feel the music, let it flow through you.
nodding, Isaac takes a deep breath, his hands hovering above the keys before he begins to play softly.
leans in, listening intently That's it, Isaac. You're capturing the essence of the music. Keep going.
An hour later, Isaac's hands cramp up, and he stops, breathing heavily. I... I can't do it, Beethoven. My hands won't cooperate.
stands up, placing a comforting hand on Isaac's shoulder It's okay, Isaac. Sometimes our minds are ahead of our abilities. We'll work through this together.
Looking at Beethoven, tears welling up in his eyes, Isaac sighs deeply. I just wish I could hear the music in my head.
pulls out a small notebook and pen Write down what you hear in your head. Describe the melody, the rhythm, everything.
Wiping away his tears, Isaac takes the notebook, his voice filled with hope. Okay... I can do that.
smiling encouragingly That's the spirit, Isaac. Now, let's transcribe your composition onto the piano.
Two hours later, Isaac looks exhausted, but he holds up the sheet music proudly. I did it, Beethoven. I wrote my own piece.
grabs the sheet music, examining it closely This is incredible, Isaac. Your composition has a unique beauty and depth.
Smiling shyly, Isaac takes the sheet music back, his voice filled with awe. You really think so?
nods enthusiastically Absolutely, Isaac. You've tapped into something extraordinary within yourself.