Under the dome of the concert hall, the carefully painted movement flows,
There is also a biting silence dormant.
When everyone expected her to play Chopin,
Instead, she wrote physics and mathematical formulas on the edges of the music score.
When the piano becomes a shackles, she insists on playing this song to break the life that has been written.
A rebellious concerto about art, lies and freedom
Concept: Real art never requires perfection. Geniuses who dare to play wrong notes are the free souls.
