My Girlfriend Is a Cello Player Chapter 73: This Is the Meaning of Playing On

Chapter 73: This Is the aning of Playing On

"You an the part where we sang ‘Big Banana' back and forth?"

"Yes."

Lin Tian stared at Gan Yanyu, who was wearing a mischievous grin that could rival any impish sprite. It wasn't every day you saw such playful cunning on her usually composed face.

Lin Tian's expression twisted into one of horror. "Are we really going there?"

Just monts ago, Lin Tian had been explaining the ins and outs of short-form video trends to Gan Yanyu. And now, here she was—already brainstorming ways to take things up a notch?

"Isn't that bit… kind of embarrassing?" Lin Tian asked again, just to be sure.

"But it's fun, isn't it?" Gan Yanyu replied, nibbling on her index finger thoughtfully.

"Behind-the-scenes clips like this are always popular. People will love it."

Lin Tian wanted to cry. She was seriously thinking about how this would boost their video views.

"All right, fine," Lin Tian relented. If Gan Yanyu herself was on board, he couldn't exactly refuse. Besides, he wasn't particularly shy by nature. Posting sothing quirky might even bring in so extra attention for their new video.

He quickly opened his laptop and edited together the footage from that day, slapping on a title: "‘Can-Can Dance' Recording Bloopers"

"One last look," Gan Yanyu said, leaning over as Lin Tian hit play.

The sound of their ridiculous chant filled the room: "Dada dada jiao jiao, da jiao da jiao da jiao…"

Hearing it again, both Lin Tian and Gan Yanyu were instantly transported back to that mortifying yet hilarious night.

"Are you sure we should post this, Miss Gan?" Lin Tian asked one final ti. Deep down, he was more conservative than he let on.

If they posted it, there were two possible outcos: Either people would eat it up, and Moonlight and Cat would cent their quirky personas, attracting hordes of fans overnight. Or… everyone would think they were certifiably insane, shattering the illusion of them being refined musical geniuses forever.

Throwing sothing this bold onto the internet required serious consideration.

"Post it before I change my mind," Gan Yanyu mumbled, covering her face with her hands and refusing to look.

Her gesture lacked conviction.

Lin Tian couldn't help but imagine a future scenario where Gan Yanyu would try to get him to do sothing uncomfortable for her—eyes squeezed shut, urging him to hurry up and get it over with.

Shaking off the thought, Lin Tian hastily added tags to the video: #BTS #Cello #Piano #Vlog #DailyLife #Funny

Then, almost as an afterthought, he tacked on another line: #Weird #Terrifying #HighEnergy #Disturbing #BananasIncluded

For good asure, he wrote a disclair in the description box: "This video has been flagged as NSFW (official statent). Viewer discretion is advised. The content may cause nausea, dizziness, or other adverse reactions and could negatively impact your mood. We believe this video is unsuitable for all audiences. Proceed at your own risk. If you experience discomfort, stop watching imdiately and consult a physician."

"Isn't that a bit much?" Gan Yanyu squinted skeptically at the text.

Apparently, Radical Gan Yanyu thought Conservative Lin Tian had gone too far in the opposite direction.

"It'll drive traffic," Lin Tian said matter-of-factly. He knew what worked online.

With that, he clicked Publish.

As soon as the video went live, Lin Tian slamd his laptop shut. There was no way he was checking comnts until tomorrow.

Sighing, he turned his attention back to Symphony in G Minor: "Pathétique."

Despite the buzz the video generated—and the overwhelmingly positive feedback—Lin Tian still felt a pang of regret. Eighty percent of the comnts under the symphony performance were focused on shipping him and Gan Yanyu. Even Mozart's Symphony No. 40 hadn't escaped unscathed; viewers were drowning in sugary fan theories.

Lin Tian worried that if Mozart himself found out, he'd rise from the grave in outrage.

It was frustrating. He finally understood how Gan Yanyu must have felt when she first saw the reaction to Greeting of Love and muttered bitterly, "They only care about my looks. No one's actually listening to the music."

Now, Lin Tian felt the sa sting. They'd recorded that piece three tis, pouring sweat and effort into perfecting it. Gan Yanyu had worked so hard, and yet most people didn't seem to notice—or care.

Glancing at the analytics dashboard, Lin Tian noted: "Tension & Excitent Levels: 8,932/50,000"

Even amidst all this chaos, they'd managed to rack up significant emotional engagent. Lin Tian figured it made sense. Watching him lift Gan Yanyu's hair during the recording had sparked a collective flutter among viewers. In its own bizarre way, it counted as tension and excitent.

But did this reinterpretation align with Mozart's intentions for Symphony No. 40? Imagining the piece as the soundtrack to a tumultuous romance between two musicians… maybe it fit?

As if sensing his inner turmoil, Gan Yanyu sat down beside him and spoke softly.

"I think this is why we need to keep playing," she said.

Lin Tian turned to look at her. She tilted her head slightly, lost in thought, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"For ," she began, "I used to only perform on stage. But since eting you, Lin Tian, I've started filming our performances and sharing them with strangers around the world. It feels fresh and exciting."

"At first, I was sad that no one seed to truly understand the effort behind our performances. But slowly, I've co to realize—not everyone knows or appreciates classical music. Only a small fraction of our audience truly loves it."

"So, we'll keep making videos, keep drawing in more fans. Eventually, those who stick around will start to feel the magic of music through us. That's what Mr. Wan ant by ‘letting things settle.'"

She raised a finger, her tone earnest and gentle.

Lin Tian smiled, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He hadn't expected Gan Yanyu to reach this level of insight. Her insistence on posting the blooper reel earlier—it wasn't compromise. It was redefining purpose.

Their videos weren't just about showcasing great pieces like Greeting of Love or highlighting the significance of Symphony No. 40 in classical music history. Instead, they were planting seeds, subtly influencing people over ti.

One day, when those sa people looked back, they'd realize the musical miracles they'd stumbled upon through Moonlight and Cat.

What Gan Yanyu wanted wasn't fa for herself. She wanted others to have the ability to recognize her talent—and perhaps develop a deeper appreciation for music along the way.

Understanding dawned on Lin Tian.

"Next week's concert," he said decisively, "let's end with Symphony in G Minor: ‘Pathétique.' Let's give the music critics sothing unforgettable."