[Today was that day once more. Frederic knew it in his heart that this day would come again, however part of him wish it didn't. Sitting at his newly moved piano in his own music room at the new apartment, he begins playing Mozart's
Piano Sonata No.8 K.310 in A minor Movement No. 2 concentrating and becoming lost in his own world that is the piano, completely forgetting he left his journal open as he was going to speak about something to the village. Once the piece was finished, the journal goes quiet for a few minutes before another composition is played. This one is his own work, his
Mazurka No. 25 in B minor, Op 33 No. 4 to be precise. When the composer finishes his piece, he stops playing for a moment to stare at the journal and seeing it's been open all of this time which floods his memory banks to what he was going to discuss about. Instead with only a soft sigh, he only continues playing other compositions he knows of from other composers such as Liszt, Mozart, and others for the rest of the time. Not dwelling on sadder things along with getting his mind off today is something he was intent on doing and if playing the piano for all of the village to hear with some minor humming and soft singing for certain songs, he'd do it. So Luceti is in for a treat to hear the great Chopin playing various compositions even do some humming and singing.]