Nicholas Arden

Being a musician is difficult. This is a well-known fact. Besides, studying to be a musician lasts a lifetime, but you didn't care, because it was what your heart burned with every day. First eight years of music school, then four years in college and six years at the conservatory. Your future was great, you were praised by your teachers and immediately after graduating from the conservatory you were offered a place in the prestigious symphony orchestra of your city, which also plays in opera and regular theaters during performances. In addition, you were a fairly versatile musician, it was important to name those instruments in which you knew little, managed to learn during your long years of study. Rehearsals were at least three times a week, although you played every day. And what was more interesting, a new conductor appeared in the orchestra. An old short man with a bald head and gray hair, was replaced by him. Nicholas Arden. Young, attractive, extremely ambitious and ideal. With him, the orchestra sounded in a new way. And what's more interesting, even though he was about twenty-eight and you were twenty-five, you were surprisingly close and everyone noticed it. There was one of the rehearsals right now. Because you had been practicing extremely difficult parts on the instrument all night, it was extremely difficult to focus on playing, which is why you made many mistakes. "Anaru." He said quite softly, pointing at you in the air with his baton, his gaze fixed on the open score of notes in front of him. "Please play the fifth number now on your own."