Chapter 98 Keith's Grand Performance
Keith readily agreed to this offer as help was way more valuable than the extra 50%. At the very least, to him it was more valuable as he didn't really lack sources of income. Or in other words, shares or credits.
Clark just gave him a nod and made a new oath before calling his other two teammates. Keith on the other hand, asked him a few questions that he was curious about. Continue your story on empire
"I didn't expect you to look for food if I'm being honest. Are you facing any problems?"
"...." Clark turned away from his teammates and looked at Keith, "Yes. We were tossed onto the other end of this island and at that place, there's only rocks along the beach that are hard, smooth and black in colour. There's no coconut trees and I've barely seen any animals there. Though, I did find a few crabs and turtles which we cooked and ate right away but now there's nothing for us to eat there."
Keith nodded as he walked over to his pots. He gave them their portions and sent them away before he too put some for himself. He then joined his team and ate with them until the break time was over.
Just as the church officials were about to leave, Keith called out to them, "Hey guys, I want to trade this fufu to you guys. I mean, I know that you guys have great food but I'm sure that you never tasted this dish."
The head priest looked at his people, who looked extremely interested and nodded, "Sure, these guys will take care of the trades. I have other things to do right now."
Once the head priest left, Keith traded away all of the fufu but kept some stew for himself and his team so that he could reheat it at night for dinner. He then cleaned up the pots and utensils before taking some well needed rest.
The people gathered at one place and sat close to their team members. Each team sat beside each other, but with a distance of half a meter between them, forming a large circle with a lot of empty space in the middle.
At the circumference of the circle, were two large gaps that were almost five meters wide. Keith sat on his log and watched people walk up to the centre of the circle to perform various things. Some straight up displayed paintings and calligraphy that they made in advance with their instructors backing their claims that they didn't do it before the training camp started.
Then there were people who displayed their dancing skills, some who played various musical instruments and then there were also people who showed off their efficiency with the swords. Many people had something unique to show even though they did something similar like dancing or singing. Time quickly passed as there were too many people who had things to show off.
Even though the sun had gone down, people still stayed to watch the others perform.
Keith on the other hand talked to a few of the officials and had his grand piano moved to the centre of the circle. He was considered an injured person and had the rights to stay at camp and do nothing, but he decided to just go for it as he had other plans for the next few days.
There were multiple candles placed around him and his piano but the flames were dancing gently despite the occasional gusts of wind.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen. We have Keith Zenister from Team Sera and he will be performing a piece that he composed on his own, and this piece is called the Concerto number twenty one."
People muttered for a few seconds and Keith let them blabber around until he placed his fingers on the piano. With one fluid motion, he pressed down on ten keys, emitting a loud and rich, resonant sound that instantly quietened the crowd.
With just the sounds of the gentle breeze and the fluttering of leaves as the background music, Keith began his performance. The way his hands moved around the keyboard wasn't elegant, like most others who tried to be as graceful as possible, waving their hands and fingers up and back down to the keys when they played a slow tune.
His way of pressing the keys was sharp and direct. He didn't go around waving his hands and instead, his fingers would quickly travel to the next key and rest there until the key had to be pressed.
Unlike his crude and direct method, the music that came out was absolutely graceful. It set up a confident and joyful tone as he resonated in the air. This continued on for almost a minute before Keith added in a few more key presses, making the music sound even more smooth, like it was flowing effortlessly.
A few more minutes passed as people enjoyed the music, some of their eyes slightly closed thanks to the music's calmness. A very small number of people had tears in their eyes but the effect was present. Keith did not really understand why people would even cry over something like this, but he factored it to himself not being able to understand the music very well.
As time passed, he moved on to add random key notes into the mix, making the listeners confused at first, but then most of them realised that the music was still graceful and only sounded slightly different.
It was still as enjoyable as before.
Keith's fingers slowed down and so did the music until he ended it with a dramatic effect just the way he started, by pressing ten different keys at once, making a loud but reverberating strong sound.
The silence remained in the air, most of them still waiting for Keith to continue, but he didn't and silently got up from his stool before bowing down to the people.
"Oh." the commentator said before clapping his hands, "And a round of applause for this amazing performance from Team Sera!!!"
Keith walked towards his team with a grin on his face and once he got close, he looked at Amelia, "How did the talks about a group dance go?"