NovelAppHer grandpa was the one who taught her all her skills.
Arabella finished the painting in just an hour. There was no signature on it, but Romeo had someone send an expensive frame, planning to hang it on the wall of his study.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust then, Arabella's phone vibrated again.
[Arabella, there's another order! Someone wants you to write an uplifting song, and you can name your price.] Could it be Romeo? Thinking about this, Arabella glanced at Romeo.
Romeo was still admiring her painting, looking at her with eyes full of affection and gentleness.
It couldn't be him.
Arabella no longer had any doubts. [When do they want it done?] [Tomorrow or the day after is fine.] Without thinking much, Arabella named her price at ten million dollars, hung up the phone, and told Romeo, "I need to go to the piano room." Arabella was going to play the piano? Such a great opportunity, of course, Romeo wouldn't miss it. He followed Arabella to the piano room, watched her sit down at the piano, open the cover, think for a moment, and then start to play.
It seemed like she was tuning, or maybe composing, stopping now and then. Romeo wondered if she had received some big order. Was she writing a song for someone? Arabella recalled many things, those beautiful images turned into jumping notes, and she quickly composed a song.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmRomeo looked at the time, it was only an hour, and Arabella had composed such a beautiful song.
Her musical skills had improved again.
"How do you think?" Arabella stopped and asked him.
"Good, it's relaxing." That's exactly the effect Arabella was aiming for, but she always felt that something was not good enough. After playing it a few more times, she found the problem and made improvements.
"I'll play it one more time for you." Romeo didn't expect that he would have the honor to be her first audience. He nodded, his eyes full of admiration and love.
Arabella played the improved piano piece one more time. Romeo praised, "It's even better than the one just now.
You added a new melody, it makes me remember the good old times." That's exactly the feeling Arabella wanted. She took out her phone and sent a message to Jack, [Done.] Jack sent a string of question marks: [7777] Just a few hours passed, Arabella's work efficiency was too high, right? A painting, a song, just like that, done? "I'll contact them." Half an hour after Jack left, he called Arabella again. "Arabella, the person who ordered the piano piece specifically wants to meet you and hear you play it in person." Did he not believe she was the composer just because she composed too quickly, doubting her identity or abilities? "And the person who ordered the painting said he wants to give it to someone very important, so if the painting can't satisfy him, he hopes you can modify it in person." Arabella asked again, "Are these two orders from the same person?" "No." Jack, worried about upsetting the boss, hurriedly flattered, "Boss, we've got twenty million dollars. Why don't we take a trip? It's better than staying at home and watching Romeo, right?" Arabella: What's wrong? "After all, watching Romeo not only doesn't make us money but also wastes our time." Arabella glanced at the gloomy man next to her and replied, "Romeo heard it." "Oh my." Jack didn't expect Romeo to always be by the boss's side.
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