Chapter 1566: Chapter 1566: Enna Clark, You Can Only Look at !
The singer’s voice was hoarse as he played the piano, seemingly imrsed in the song with his eyes half-closed.
The streetlight just happened to shine on his slightly tilted half-profile, giving him an exceptionally emotive appearance.
A few young girls took out their cell phones, incessantly snapping photos of the singing man, while Enna Clark pulled him to a stop at the edge of the crowd and listened for a while.
She was completely unaware of the man beside her, whose expression grew darker and darker.
Just as she began to enjoy the performance, Baron Lawrence had already pulled her away, “Let’s go.”
“Let’s listen a little longer, I think he sings quite well,” Enna Clark said without turning her head, and as if she rembered sothing, she took out her cellphone from her bag, “Right, I’ll record him.”
The Habsden Family also owns an entertainnt company; soone like him with potential could definitely be scouted.
Baron Lawrence’s expression had soured from the mont she refused to leave, and it grew even worse when she took out her phone, mimicking the people around her and started filming a random man.
Damn it! Was his singing really that good?!
He forcibly grasped Enna Clark’s wrist and jerked her around to face him, then with a handso face taut with tension and devoid of expression, he threw out a command, “Wait! You must also record later, and make sure that only I am in the fra! Not a second less!”
What did he an, record him, not a second less?
Enna Clark hadn’t snapped back to reality when she saw the furious man let go of her wrist, striding into the crowd.
He had a tall and upright figure, dignified and imposing, imdiately catching the attention of many as he walked into the crowd.
But he seed to carry himself without a care, walking straight up to the pianist and whispering sothing. The singer looked taken aback for a mont, glancing over at Enna Clark in the crowd, then stood up and gave up his seat.
Baron Lawrence sat at the piano and lifted his hands, first testing the tuning.
With an inexpensive piano like this, the tuning couldn’t match the quality of the ones he was used to; sure enough, his brow furrowed, betraying a look of disdain.
Still, he lifted his hands and began to play.
His hands were naturally beautiful, not sothing that previous street perforr could match—distinctively articulated, long and fair, they danced nimbly over the keyboard, dazzlingly captivating—
Enna Clark never knew she had a thing for hands.
But now, she was truly captivated by those hands!
“Enna Clark, you are only allowed to look at , do not avert your gaze! Not even for a second! Did you hear ?”
Unbearably domineering!
She wasn’t just supposed to watch him, she had to exclusively record him!
Baron Lawrence’s features were sharp, with a full forehead, haughty hawk-like eyes, a tall nose, and rose-colored thin lips. Sitting at the piano, he resembled the male protagonist straight out of a TV drama.
Even if he hadn’t said it, no one could have diverted their gaze from him!
He started to play, and a fluid piano lody flowed from his fingertips. Enna Clark recognized the piece—it was the “Concerto in G minor.”
The composer of this piece was a musical genius who, it is said, fell in love with his ntor’s wife but was unable to express his feelings for her. Thus, he composed this concerto, infusing it with all his adoration.
Baron Lawrence played beautifully, as seamlessly as one would hear at a concert—perhaps even better than those Enna Clark had heard at concerts before.
And with this piece, Enna Clark’s lips curled up into a smile, her heart feeling sweet as she lifted her phone, following his instructions, and started recording him.
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