Out Of The Shadows Tilda’s Brilliant Second Life novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437 Tension in D Major

Stephen’s tone clearly carried a hint of challenge.

A provocation?

Ha.

Who was scared of who?

“Well then, if Mr. Woodward doesn’t mind, I’ll give it a shot.”

Tilda wasn’t about to back down, not with a chance to play a legendary, priceless violin right in

front of her.

The opportunity was here, the owner was willing.

Why not?

Besides, if anything did go wrong, Tilda could afford the consequences.

“Now that’s the spirit, that’s the idol I admire. Go ahead, pick whichever one you like. Don’t worry, I actually had a friend stop by earlier and do a full tune–up on them, Stephen said with a grin.

“Got it.”

Tilda’s eyes landed on the one named Beethoven.

Perfect. Beethoven had always been her inspiration.

She ran her fingertips gently along the body of the violin, tracing the graceful curve of the strings.

As she brought it up close, she caught a faint, aged scent of sandalwood and red eucalyptus, years of time and care soaked into the grain of the wood.

Everything about it was captivating. Intoxicating.

Even Tilda felt a rush of excitement bubble up inside her.

For a musician, the chance to play something like this… there was nothing more exhilarating.

“This setup is incredible…”

Tilda narrowed her eyes slightly, admiring the feel and balance. She couldn’t help but praise it

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Chapter 417 1

Whoever this friend of Stephen’s was, they had to be a true mauer Someone who resized instruments like living things

Now

No way an amateur could’ve tuned and restored a one of a kind vicilin frens the best century to this level of perfection.

Every detail of the strings was flawless, teamless, perfect, not a single flaw to be found. It was as if the violin had been given new life.

Almost like it was whispering, silently but insistently. “Play ne

Tilda lifted the bow and took her stance.

Eyes closed, she tilted her face gently against the violin’s shoulder and began to play

A flowing, elegant melody soared from the strings.

This time, the piece she chose was none other than the world–renowned classic–Canon in D

Warm and expansive, the notes carried a sense of serenity, soothing and timeless, like a healing breeze passing over the earth.

Like angel wings brushing away sorrow, bringing light and hope in their wake.

As the music built toward its climax, Tilda’s playing grew bolder, more impassioned. It was no longer just her and the violin. It was one being now, Tilda and Beethoven as a single force.

The sound erupted, powerful, intricate, breathtaking.

It was like color had exploded into the room, each note casting flashes of light, like stained glass reflections dancing in every corner.

And in that moment, it felt as if this long–silent, century–old violin had been awakened at last. Given wings.

In Tilda’s hands, it was the perfect dance partner, executing complex moves and emotional dives with flawless grace.

And when the last note finally faded, Tilda slowly opened her eyes.

Her heart was still racing.

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