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The first time Antonio Salieri heard Mozart's music, he was only fifteen. At that age, Salieri was already celebrated in his own country, a young virtuoso poised for a brilliant career. Actually He is the kind of person who is somewhat isolated from the world. Which means he was not interested in Internet-famous songs, and don't care about Mozart either.
But he can't decide which song he gonna hear while he was on the road.
It happened on a perfectly ordinary afternoon. He had just finished a masterclass and was waiting for his family's driver, surrounded by the city's cacophony. Then, the music began. Suddenly, he was struck by a feeling of endless pain and immense happiness . His mind was so clouded that he only remembered to record the final, fading measures.
Salieri was grateful to be a modern person, so he could use Song Identification to find the song that had captivated him. Although this idea only came to him after he arrived home.
He began to search for everything—not just the music, but the person behind it. Salieri felt he was acting like a fan, worshipping an idol. But he couldn't stop doing it. This music was magical to him, making him unable to resist listening to it over and over again.
It was a crazy night. Salieri realized he was not the brightest star in the sky. The discovery saddened him, but more importantly, he had found a star he could observe for the rest of his life.
He was undeniably attracted to this man.
"But only to his music," Salieri hastily added.