A new life(Marvel&DC)

[ALEX'S POV]

The noise on the stage gradually died down, and people froze in anticipation of the performance.

"The first melody that I am going to perform, I think, is familiar to everyone... I hope so. It is called 'River Flows in You'."

The gazes of those present were directed only at me, but I was not worried. My heart was absolutely calm. The prelude, like a sudden rain on a summer evening, emerged as my fingers touched the black and white keys. Today I played not only for the guests in the audience but also for myself. I had completed the first step on the path to the top of Hollywood, and I wanted to release the emotions boiling inside me. Therefore, today's performance was also my self-expression.

From this point on, my path would become more thorny. I knew it. I was ready. After finishing, I silently stared into space, saying nothing for a long time. Taking a deep breath, I freed myself from the overwhelming feelings and heard applause flying in my direction.

"Thank you! Receiving such a loud ovation, I dare to assume that you liked my first composition. I even managed to shoot a video for this music here, in this very restaurant. However, not many people have heard the second melody that I am going to play. But they say it is no worse than the first. Now you can decide for yourselves. I call it 'Corazon De Niño.'"

This composition was a little faster than the previous one, but it had its own special charm. The music transported me into the state of mind of the composer who had created it. There is no greater happiness for a composer than to write a simple melody that, in five or ten years, becomes a folk song, even if the name of its creator is forgotten. I wondered how I would feel in the future when others played or sang my music. As these thoughts ran through my head, I finished my performance.

The restaurant burst into thunderous applause and joyful exclamations again.

"So, what do you think about this composition?"

"Wonderful!"

"Yes, this music went straight to my heart!"

"I don't have enough words to describe my feelings!"

After listening to the audience's impressed opinions, I smiled, satisfied. "Thank you. Today's event is very important for me, so I do not plan to end my performance with only two compositions. Please evaluate my third musical creation. I have not performed it anywhere before; you will be the first to hear it."

My words stirred a certain pride in the audience. After all, being the first to hear new music from a composer is a rare privilege.

"It's called 'Una Mattina.'"

The moment the piano keys began to play again, my gaze drifted forward into the void. Countless memories flooded my mind. 'Una Mattina' ('In the Morning') was a piece by the Italian neoclassical composer Ludovico Einaudi.

[A/N: Una Mattina does not have a direct translation in English, but in some contexts, it can be interpreted as "In the morning" or "One morning."]

The melody sounded calm and leisurely, like admiring drops of dew on leaves and flowers during an early sunny morning. The beauty of music lies not in effects and harmonic curiosities but in simplicity and naturalness. That was exactly how this melody felt.

The audience, hearing the composition for the first time, was emotionally overwhelmed. The entire hall fell into complete silence. Only the resonating sounds of the piano remained.

The music gradually faded, but the emotions in the room lingered. Everyone remained silent, as though spellbound, while an indescribable energy seemed to grow in the crowd.

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[3rd Person POV]

The spectators quietly watched the young man who had managed, once again, to surprise them with his musical talent. He created masterpieces effortlessly, as though it were second nature. The compositions performed today touched the hearts of everyone present—yes, everyone.

Bruce Wayne sat quietly in the hall, still overcome by the music's powerful emotional pull. The melodies had an enchanting quality that calmed his soul, like a warm memory resurfacing. For a brief moment, he returned to the past, to days spent happily with his parents. These memories warmed his long-cold heart. Fixing his gaze on the young man at the piano, Bruce found himself wishing that he would play once more.

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[Alex's POV]

"Thank you all for your support. I will not keep you waiting for long. The next composition is called 'Nuvole Bianche.'"

This was another masterpiece by Ludovico Einaudi—'Nuvole Bianche' ('White Clouds').

The audience quietly basked in the new melody, as though soaking in the warm rays of the sun. This time, I did not enter a state of complete immersion in the music.

Instead, I scanned my surroundings. Several people were filming my performance from different angles. It was worth mentioning that I had allowed today's concert to be recorded. I planned to upload the video to my channel. Of course, many would have chosen to keep these compositions secret. But I believed this approach would serve as excellent advertising for the future.

My first album would include ten compositions, five of which I intended to release to the public beforehand. I had a strong conviction that once music lovers heard my works—each worthy of being called a masterpiece—they would immediately want to hear the rest. After all, if a composer could produce five great pieces of music, wouldn't the other five be just as remarkable?

My fingers touched the final key, and the melody ended.

The restaurant fell into silence once more. The audience froze like statues. No one spoke or moved, everyone still captivated by the music until the final chord disappeared into the air. I glanced around the room, searching for a familiar figure in a blue dress. When my eyes met Victoria's, a dazzling smile lit up my face.

Without looking away from the red-haired journalist, I said, "Dear guests, the next piece will conclude my performance today."

My words, like a sudden explosion, threw the audience into a flurry of disappointment.

"It may be the last one, but this composition holds great meaning for me. I'll tell you a little secret... It will become the main track in my first album. And my music album will bear the same name as this melody—'Mariage d'amour.'"

In my past world, this French piano piece had a rich history. 'Mariage d'amour' ('Marriage of Love') was composed by Paul de Senneville and first performed by the pianist Richard Clayderman.

Due to a mistake, it was wrongly attributed to Chopin and became widely known as 'Spring Waltz.' I hoped that such confusion wouldn't happen in this world.

I brought my hands to the keys once again and began to play. The hall filled with the poignant beauty of 'Mariage d'amour.' My emotions flowed with the melody, the notes gently carrying me forward as though guiding me toward my dreams.

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