"Memories get romanticized"
Stop! Stop!
It's a misprint on the Second Horns' score.
- Would you like to take my place? - You mean it?
"Reality"
Of course I don't! Stay out of here!
"Memory"
Make me your student!
Can you play an instrument?
I play a little violin, and piano.
"Reality"
That's nice. Get lost then.
"Memories get romanticized"
"However..."
"Not all of them do"
We'll be landing shortly!
Fasten your seat belts and lower your heads!
"Memories are..."
I reach out my hands and gathered up...
the scattered music notes in the 88th scene.
I don't know how to put my feelings in words.
I put them in the music score as the days passed by.
When we come across...
at the third time, the feelings will ring out here.
Let me put it straight forwardly like a song.
I write all of them in a song.
This endless crescendo is so strong...
and reaching out to someone.
The melody is heading to the pianist on the stage.
It's the melody of everything about life.
It's the real face.
A whole new world...
has opened up before my eyes.
A new prelude repeats.
"Momogaoka Music Academy"
Lame.
Really lame.
They're all lame!
Look! Here comes "Maestro" "Chiaki"!
In the flesh!
So that's him, huh?
Son of concert pianist Masayuki Chiaki.
I hear he's a virtuoso on the piano as well.
Hmm, he looks arrogant.
Hayakawa in the conductor's program is going to go study in Germany!
Wow! Really?
Gosh, what am I doing in a place like this?
What are you doing?
Who said you could crescendo and then just quit, numbskull!
What way is that to treat your favorite composer?
Don't make me regret recommending you for the Select Students Concert.
Huh? What's this?
An orchestral score?
You're in the Piano Program.
Why're you holding onto an orchestral score?
And look at all the meticulous notation!
You plan on becoming a conductor?
Give me a break!
You're barely passable on the piano, much less...
Why don't you shut up, old man?
You teach like a loan shark collecting his debts.
"Etoh School for the Elite", what a joke!
Forte, forte, con foco!
All your students play exactly the same way!
It's pathetic! Go home, "Professor Hack"!
Is there anything else you'd like to get off your chest?
- Yes, as a matter of fact, there is. - Save it.
I guess I was wrong about you.
That's right.
I want to be a conductor.
Ever since my dad took me with him...
to concert halls around the world...
listening to Europe's most illustrious orchestras...
and conductors like Sebastian Vieira.
And yet look at me.
"Jiggle jiggle tubo lard, jiggle jiggle"
Beethoven's Sonata Pathetique.
What a totally random choice.
Spare me.
Wait.
It may be random, but it's flawless.
That's incredibly good. Unbelievable!
Who is that?
Shinichi!
Is it true Professor Etoh kicked you out?
Saiko!
Just apologize and have him take you back.
- Why should I? - "Why"?
Because he's the most famous and most talented teacher at our school!
Forget it.
I didn't want to become a pianist, anyway.
In that case, why not transfer to the conductor's program?
Piano is for practice.
My teacher is Vieira and Vieira only.
I don't want to learn from anyone else.
Then hurry and go study abroad.
I know you're terrified of flying. How pathetic.
You've never experienced landing without wheels!
Take a boat, then.
Boats are no different.
The sea is like outer space.
No air... a lonely void.
I'm guessing you almost drowned once, too.
Maybe I'll quit music altogether.
What?
There's no point to...
going pro in Japan if you can't go to Europe.
You think your father's company, Tagaya Music, will hire me?
Stay with me... tonight.
We're not involved that way, anymore.
What's more... I hate losers.
Darn.
"Poo, poo, poo..."
"I almost stepped in poo."
"Poo poo... very hard poo..."
Hey, it's what's his name.
Wind...
I hear the wind.
Piano music?
What's this now?
It's the melody I heard earlier...
Beethoven.
A beautifully rendered sonata amid piles of garbage.
A capriccioso cantabile,
played freely... as if singing.
I remember now! You're Mr. Chiaki!
Do you remember me from yesterday?
What's wrong?
My apartment building?
I'm right next door!
Mr. Chiaki...
What's with that girl?
My head's pounding. I drank too much last night.
Darn, it's all Saiko's fault.
And then there was that weird girl.
Mr. Chiaki!
- Your belt! - What?
You left it at my place!
It's... not mine.
What's this? Nodame?
Of course it's yours.
- I took it off of you last night... - You've got the wrong person!
- I said it's not mine. - Yes, it is.
- No. - Yeah, it was hanging off of you.
- You're terribly mistaken! - It has your smell.
No way, Nodame!
With "Master" "Chiaki"?
"Change of Teacher"
Hajime Tanioka?
Don't know him.
But he can't be any worse than "Professor Hack".
Hey! Hey! Boo!
It's her!
A perfect thing to do on "parents day"?
Perfect! Great! Especially the ending!
All right, let's take it one more time from the top.
Okay!
And that's my new teacher?
Am I being cursed?
Listen to Professor Tanioka's raucous laughter.
Well, he gets all the failing students, right?
They call his course "The losers program".
Me? A loser?
Darn!
Japan is so infernally humid, it's hard to even breathe.
If I can't escape this place,
that's all the more reason to quit music entirely.
What's that stench?
Coming from next door?
That's "her" room!
Oh my God!
"Ooze"
"Ants"
"Noda"
Yes?
Gulp. Mr. Chiaki?
What's wrong?
Oh, I know!
You've come for your belt!
Is this even the same building?
If you came for your belt, it's right here.
Cleaning...
Cleaning products! Bring them all out!
- Why? - Darn it.
What's with this mountain of garbage?
- I'm getting rid of this! - What? No!
That's full of school supplies!
- What's this, then? - Cream stew!
- And this? - Rice with salmon roe!
- What's this mushroom here? - Laundry!
- And this I don't know! - I don't know.
Give me back my bra! My underpants!
That's sacred dirt from the Koshien baseball field!
Out of my way!
"Several Hours Later"
I'm such an idiot.
What made me fly into a rage and spend the entire day cleaning?
Pathetique...
As I suspected...
her playing is exceptional.
Her hands are large.
She handles difficult parts effortlessly.
That's wrong!
Play it the way you did before.
"Before" when? How did I play it?
Like this.
She wasn't playing it with the same feeling as usual...
And it was amazing.
She plays it like she were singing.
What? The two of us?
- Yeah, give it a shot. - Hi, Mr. Chiaki!
The two of you playing together on two pianos.
What, you kidding?
Why should I have to play with this "garbage lady"?
It's Megumi Noda. But call me "Nodame".
Whatever! The point is I'll never be able to adjust to...
her outrageously undisciplined playing!
If anyone can, you can.
You're the best pianist at this school.
And I heard about your ability to instruct.
About how you got Noda to play a piece properly. Impressive!
Think of it as mentoring an underclassman.
"Mentoring an underclassman?"
The piece is Mozart's Sonata in D major for two pianos.
Urg, don't know it.
Neither do I.
It's a pretty fast piece, so keeping together may be hard.
But take it slowly, be patient with it.
"Impatient"
Hey! Take 5 minutes to read it before we start.
What?
This pieces runs close to 8 minutes, Chiaki.
Take 8 minutes to read it then.
8 minutes?
"8 minutes later"
You can take it at a slow tempo, okay?
Here we go.
We begin with a 3 octave unison on two pianos.
We're not even 2 bars in!
- Once again! - Okay.
Why? Why is she playing so sloppily?
You're not even looking at the music score!
Noda learns by ear.
She's not used to reading music as she plays.
That explains the randomness, doesn't it?
I can manage, thank you.
I'm not here to clean! I'm here to practice!
- No! - What do you mean "no"?
Not even a week's gone by!
I'm sorry.
I haven't memorized it all yet.
But I will, I promise.
Give me a week.
That's too long.
I'll play it for you, all right?
Learn it with those great ears of yours.
You must play what the composers intended.
Before playing with me, learn to play it with precision.
Wrong! Don't just play it!
Listen to what I'm doing, too.
Don't make that face!
"Unaware"
Her mistakes are decreasing.
But something's wrong...
Did I play it wrong? Where was it?
- Strange. - I didn't notice anything.
A stench.
Your hair.
No... really? I just washed it 4 days ago.
No!
That feels good.
What am I doing?
Inexplicable charity work again?
I feel like this right now.
"Animal Trimmer"
Really? What kind of dog is it?
People always tell me I'm like a fish.
This girl's really... borderline.
Dangerously borderline.
- Okay, here we go. - Great. Good luck.
Nodame?
Today... go ahead and play as you like.
I know...
there's something special about her.
And I'm probably the only one...
who can play with her.
So far, so good. But the challenge is...
Here it comes! That mouth! She's already taking off.
I told her to play freely and off she goes...
She's without affectation.
But I must stay with her.
I'll show that I can.
After my parent's divorce,
when I was about to return to Japan with my mom...
Master! I'm going to become a conductor.
So when I grow up, please let me be your student!
I'll be waiting.
For you are already my student.
Like Maestro Vieira said...
the ability to feel a chill from your own performance...
is something extremely rare.
I could only dream of a moment like that.
And I almost given up.
But...
right now...
I can feel...
a small chill.
Great!
Bravo! Bravo!
Fabulous, Chiaki!
It looks like you've broken past a barrier.
That was all done as a lesson for me, huh?
That professor's a con man.
I want to throw myself on you so badly, my heart's pounding!
What?
Is this what they mean by "falling in love"?
No, it's not! It's definitely not!
But my chest feels constricted. I can barely breathe.
Well, it's not what you think!
I've never felt like this before!
Are you listening to me? You're wrong!
Maestro Vieira...
it seems that there is yet more for me to do in Japan.
Love is painful.
I realised it when I was with you that night.
Because I know you...
more than everyone in the world.
Your casual attitude and tenderness...
make my chest feels constricted.
I am here. I am here. I am here right next to you.
Tell me why. Tell me why. Why are we merely "normal friends"?
I love you. I love you. No matter how much I love you,
you still don't get it.
You don't understand. I'm so in love with you.
My heart breaks day after day.
I can't sleep night after night.
The day when I first met you...
I wish if time can go back to that day.
I'm so in love with you.