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.
Summer vacation.
On orders from Stresemann the four of us find ourselves on the way
to take part in a music festival seminar in Nagano Prefecture.
I'd planned to go alone, quietly.
Hey, buddy! Let's all go together!
Shut up! Stop singing three different songs!
The Nina Lutz Music Festival
Takes place each year in Nagano.
Pianist Nina Lutz is its music director.
It's an 8 day festival.
"The Nina Lutz Music Festival"
Designed to help foster young talent,
the event includes a performance
featuring famous musical guests, and a "master class"
bringing together students from all over the country.
This year, the program opened
with a local Nagano youth orchestra concert
followed by the start of a "master class"
with famous musicians coming in...
to provide instruction for each instrument.
Okay, that's fine. You play very well.
Next up... you.
Uh... yes, Sir!
Could you play the same bit?
I can't believe it.
I'm being taught by Kiyo Viscovich!
I'm not with Chiaki.
Class? Let's try to play this piece's unique rhythm
with a little more sharpness, and wildness.
Okay, next person...
- you. - What?
Yes, you. Could you play this.
Play? Play what?
Uh_oh... What is this piece?
Please begin.
Allego Barbaro.
You didn't come prepared with this piece, did you?
Bartok's Allegro Barbaro...
it's the assigned piece for this seminar.
You should know it.
- Eep. - Why didn't you study it?
Even if you didn't look at it, 3 people have already played it!
Weren't you listening at all?
Uh... Yes!
- Does this not interest you? - No...
- Get out! - Gyaah!
What's wrong, Ryu? Not eating?
It's a buffet.
If you're waiting for your father to bring you your food,
it's not going to happen.
- I'm not hungry. - Papa sick?
No, he's got nothing to do with it!
Then what?
Everybody's way better than me here.
Huh?
Know that guy Nakamura? The one who studied in Vienna?
Here, everyone's like him.
Don't be stupid. What did you expect?
Don't you know anything about this festival.
All the participants pass big auditions to get here.
They're the cream of the crop.
So of course they're good.
But we didn't audition.
That's cause we got a recommendation from Stresemann.
And I couldn't be happier!
At today's practice, the guest instructor, Albert,
told me I was wonderful!
To be complimented by a tympanist of his stature?
I'm so glad I practiced hard for this.
- "Didn't practice at all" - Not that I don't always.
That's nice. But where is Chiaki?
Well? Where is he?
What kind of bitchy attitude is that?
But I searched all the cottages.
I can't find him anywhere! Why?
Chiaki is with Stresemann.
He's here as the maestro's protege.
It's a different arrangement than ours.
- Different? - What? Special treatment?
Beats me.
But tomorrow, the maestro will be conducting our orchestra rehearsal,
so we'll probably see him then.
Orchestra, huh...
Graah! That means I can't see him at all!
A party for patrons, huh?
Wow, there are a lot of big wigs here.
Is that the cellist, Barkov?
Chiaki?
- Elise. - You enjoying yourself this party?
Who do you think you are?
Here! Stresemann's schedule from tomorrow.
Also a Stresemann handling manual.
How to take care of" sexual harassment" incidents."
Everything's in here. Study it, learn it.
Wait.
As for me, I'm on vacation. See ya.
What?
- Yoo hoo! Chiaki! _ - Why me?
I'm hungry. Could you bring me something?
"Starting already..."
I don't want carrots.
"Stresemann Handling Manual Rule 15: Don't give him carrots."
Chiaki, get me another one of these!?
Why's there hot sake at a western style cocktail party?
Well, I think it's about time for "Strip Rock, Paper, Scissors"!
Hey, there's an incredible beauty over there!
"Anti Sexual Harassment Measures Rule 8 " Decoying
- Chiaki, I feel sick. - We're almost at the hotel.
- I'm gonna be sick. - Don't!
I thought I was brought here as your protege!
Music?
This is the piece the student orchestra will play, huh?
Dvorak's Symphony No.5?
Pretty obscure piece considering...
Dvorak's No.5?
That's real minor. I've never heard of it.
What do you mean you've never heard of it?
You practiced it before you came here, right?
"He didn't."
- Wow! - It's Stresemann!
Hi, boys and girls. How do you?
- What's wrong? - He looks ill.
No, just hung over.
Poor Chiaki...
What's Chiaki doing?
I'm fine. Let's begin.
This Dvorak piece, often referred to as a pastoral symphony...
is a very peaceful piece of music.
Imagine rays of sunlight streaking down from the rafters...
They're good.
They're not together yet.
But they handled a difficult opening beautifully.
This is definitely a talented bunch.
And they came prepared to play this.
But there's obviously one person who didn't practice.
Unbelievable. The maestro was hung over?
His conducting was wobbly.
I wish he'd leave his foolishness to his after hours lechery.
Hey! Stop being so depressed! You're a killjoy!
He can't help it. He's really that bad.
And I have to play right next to him.
He ought to be a little depressed.
What's that dork's problem?
Hi! What school are you two from?
Momogaoka. Why?
Wow, Tokyo, huh? So you auditioned for this, right?
No, we're kind of party crashers here.
We were recommended by Stresemann.
Really!? Wow! Recommended by Stresemann?
You guys must be good!
No, we're not. Okay, we are.
Must be nice having the maestro as your teacher.
- What year are you? - 4th.
Really? Have you found a job yet?
Like in an orchestra?
I'd like to. But there are no tympani openings anywhere.
I guess it's hard for everyone.
The competition for flutists is incredible.
Yeah, it's a bitch.
I guess that means studying abroad?
- You guess? - I'd take that.
These guys are all so good, yet they're worried about work?
I just assumed all this time that I'd turn pro someday.
But there's no way.
Chiaki! I finally found you!
She found me. Just as I was taking a nice lunch break.
I thought I was going to die!
Here just let me touch you, okay?
Just what do you think I am?
What's happening with piano?
- Huh? - No, not "huh".
You had a master class all morning, right?
How was it? Why're you looking away?
- I didn't go today. - What?
I got kicked out yesterday. I want to go home.
I mean, I don't get to see you...
the teacher is scary...
In that case, hurry up and go home.
So you're saying you can't? No matter what?
No matter what. Phoo.
I see. But we need you to conduct this orchestra.
Shall we cancel the afternoon rehearsal?
We haven't much time.
Protege... Use my protege.
Protege?
Oh! I didn't know he was your protege! That's great!
You! You'll conduct for us, won't you?
It's just for the afternoon rehearsal.
You've studied it right? Chiaki?
You old fart...
So for this afternoon's rehearsal,
the maestro's protege, Shinichi Chiaki, will be filling in.
Is this really okay, I wonder?
- The maestro's sick? - No, just hung over.
I'm Chiaki. How do you do?
Wow, he's the maestro's protege?
I thought he was just the barf bucket guy.
Okay, what you were practicing before.
You probably couldn't understand much of
what the maestro was saying before.
But let's start from the 1st Movement, Letter A.
Add accent from the grandioso.
Wait a second. Who is this guy?
That's not Stresemann!
The maestro fell suddenly ill,
so his protege is filling in as conductor.
His "protege"? Him?
He's Japanese, right? A student?
You got me. I've never seen him before.
What're you sitting there for? Go take some pictures!
What?
Stresemann's got himself a Japanese protege!
That's somewhat newsworthy, you know!
Strings! Strengthen that crescendo!
Stop! Stop!
Piano should play mainly the harmony,
with trumpets coming out more clearly.
If you do it like... ta la ta la...
It sounds like some drunken old man.
- "Some drunken old man"? - Is he trash talking his mentor?
They're good.
This is fun.
Just who is he?
Too distant. He's always right in front of me.
But here, he's too distant.
Psst! At least turn the pages, will you? Useless!
No.
Psst, Ryu?
You'd better call it a night, or we'll get in trouble.
Just a little more.
This piece...
Chiaki had this piece completely under his belt.
If Stresemann hadn't fallen sick
Chiaki wouldn't have gotten the chance to conduct.
So why? He's a great talent.
But he also works just as hard.
This is great. Ryu is out of his funk.
I'll go buy him a soft drink. Wha_?
Nodame?
Ki! Ki! Keee! Eek!
Guraah...
The start of a brand new episode.
Make this more beautiful.
Like the morning after a hang over disappears.
Sa... Sagojo...
Who you calling "Sagojo"! Don't get cocky, monkeybrain.
What a relief. It's good to see the maestro recovered.
Yes. And back in form.
And you... You left no doubt that you're his protege.
Huh?
To be honest, You were the biggest surprise this year.
I look forward to seeing you conduct your own orchestra someday.
Thank you.
Someday... someday soon.
The last day of the festival.
The Stresemann conducted, special Nina Lutz orchestra concert
managed to end in success.
"Last chance for some sexual harassment."
"6th Nina Lutz Music Festival: Post Event Party"
Psst! Did you find "him"?
Uh, no... not yet.
Well, look for him! The party's almost over!
But I've also got to get photos of this event.
Well, he's the son of pianist Masayuki Chiaki.
How's that for research!
What's more, he's Stresemann's protege.
And a young handsome buck! A prodigy! A prince!
Masumi!
- Chiaki... - Seen Nodame?
Say that again. Say "Masumi".
Where's Nodame, Frizzy?
Nodame... I searched for her, too.
But she's nowhere to be seen.
That's not possible. Not with all this food.
- She's a little strange. - I know that.
No, I mean ever more strange.
These past few days...
she's been wandering around, arms swinging low.
Like she's possessed by an orangutan or something.
Orangutan?
Nina!
Oh, Shinichi!
Thanks for all you did here.
"Chiaki knew her since young."
Nina, do you know a girl named Megumi Noda?
She was in your master class.
Noda?
She makes strange noises like "Graah" and "Greeh!"
Oh yes, that girl.
How was she? I mean, her piano.
I couldn't tell you how she was.
She seemed to show no interest in the class.
So I excused her. I haven't seen her since.
She was a horrible student.
I couldn't even tell you about her playing skills.
She just showed no passion for music.
I'd forget about her, if I were you.
I wonder if I'm wrong.
Is it just me overestimating her?
Thank you so much, Madame Lutz.
We look forward to seeing you again next year.
What's that? What a passionate student.
I mean, the music festival is over, but I guess it's not enough.
I've never heard Bartok like this!
Who's playing this?
None of the students played it like this!
Who!?
I think I played it right.
Is that okay, Chiaki?
Goodbye, Nagano.
The place where I found a rebirth.
Come on! Hurry and unlock the car!
Where's Chiaki?
Bullet train.
He said he swore to God he'd never ride in this car again.
What's that supposed to mean?
I've got to continue moving ahead on my own.
First is this.
Chiaki? I don't like mushrooms.
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.