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.
- Nodame! - Hurry up!
Chiaki's concerto's about to start!
But I still need to change out of my mongoose suit.
No time. Just come like that.
Otherwise, there won't be seats and we'll have to stand!
What? There are no more seats left?
Look how handsome he looks!
He's a prince after all!
Shinichi Chiaki...
He may be labeled the maestro's protege but...
I'll bet he's just riding his father's coattails.
I'll give him marks for looks...
but if he sucks, he'll be a laughing stock.
Well then... time to make some fun music.
"Rachmaninoff, Piano Concerto No. 2, Op. 18 in C minor"
In an instant, I'm sucked in.
From the outset, his piano tied a taut string around the listener,
then suddenly followed by slaps to the face.
With arpeggios both delicate and powerful,
like sharp pricks to the heart.
And then...
comes the orchestra's tsunami.
What beautiful Rachmaninoff.
The true article. A genuine maestro stands before me.
And then him...
But why? Why is he unknown?
Why?
"Current Teacher" "Former Teacher"
Hey...
More... I wanted you to teach me so much more.
I wanted to hear more... feel more...
The music of this man.
Chiaki... get me a cigarette.
Get one yourself.
Is that a way to speak to your maestro?
Especially since we'll be parting after this?
You're not a youngster anymore.
Moderate your liquor, cigarettes and women
and, please, live a long time.
Without liquor, cigarettes and women, I will die.
Old man.
That was incredible. Our orchestra kicks butt!
Chiaki was amazing, too. I was floored.
How can he play like that? His fingers just ripple!
But he wants to be a conductor, right?
Why do that? What a waste!
I guess he's what you would call a"prodigious talent."
Mr. Sakuma?
I understand how you feel but it's time we got out of here.
- Hey... - What?
Is it too late to replace my series this month?
Well, I guess we came in second.
Yeah. That's okay. Just try again.
You still have another year here.
Yeah.
Piano...
I've got to play the piano!
That was a very different kind of Rachmaninoff.
But very enjoyable.
Milch!
But I'm afraid you can't put an orchestra to that.
Why not? I want to play a concerto with an orchestra, too!
Milch! Let me do one!
It just wouldn't be possible like this.
Nodame... if you don't face the music more head on,
you won't be able to truly enjoy it from the heart.
But I do enjoy it.
Why do you say that?
Well, my time is about up.
- I'd better get going. - Milch?
Take care okay, Nodame?
I look forward to the next time we meet.
Wait! Milch!
Make sure you lock up.
Milch!
A dream?
Well, good morning, Shinichi.
Last night was loads of fun. Want some coffee?
"Club One More Kiss Shihoko Mama"
That's right.
For four days after the concert, me and the maestro...
Cheers!
Clubs.
Kyoto
Forced to go to hot springs.
Last night, it was another night of drinking in Roppongi
where I ended up in the maestro's room.
Um... where's the old man?
Milch was carted away early this morning
by a very scary looking foreign lady.
Elise!?
Dear Chiaki... do me a favor. What now...
Please send me the photo essay of racing team model, Mei Anzai.
It's due out at Christmas.
Franz Von Stresemann.
Hey.
Stop!
You need to bring out the anxiety of Dorabella more
and sing with much more feeling.
Like Suganuma did at the school festival.
Suganuma again!
- Hey, I like that ring tone. - Yeah, me too.
- Can I copy from you? - Go ahead.
Thanks. Where'd you download it from?
Yoo_hoo, Yamamoto!
Would you care to join me for lunch?
Uh... sure! I'd love to!
How about you, Suganuma?
I have a lesson starting at noon.
Oh, too bad. Well, good luck.
Saya Suganuma...
The girl who last year stole the lead in "Magic Flute" away from me.
"Last year"
She went on a crash diet
after falling head over heels for Yamamoto here.
What a fool.
She knows that he has a thing for me.
You had quite a long lesson today.
My teacher's been strict in her theatrical direction lately.
You're such an amazing vocal talent, Saiko.
But do you find singing Dorabella difficult?
Saiko?
It's all Suganuma's fault!
Her Dorabella is so God awful, it makes me mess up.
I refuse to play Dorabella like that!
You okay, Chiaki?
That's okay. Don't push yourself.
Stay home and get some rest.
Take care of yourself.
- Professor Tanioka? Excuse me... - Huh?
Were you just talking to Shinichi... I mean Chiaki?
Uh... yes.
Is he all right? Did something happen?
He just seems to have caught a cold.
He called to ask if he could skip his lesson today.
Shinichi's got a cold?
Knock it off! Nodame!
Saiko?
What way is that to greet someone?
You so cold to me lately I heard you'd caught the bug.
So I bought you some food and medicine.
And then... Wait, why are you dressed like that...
- What? You're hung over!? - Yeah, I just got home.
Unbelievable. Four days of partying with the maestro?
- You going to drink this? - Sure.
By the way, I saw your concerto.
Your piano playing was absolutely wonderful!
And I saw you, too. Your Cosi Fan Tutte.
What? Really? What did you think?
Pretty darn good.
You're really getting those lower notes out now.
You think so?
In that low Fiordiligi aria,
you sang those Bs and As beautifully.
I did?
But I'll tell you, that girl who played Dorabella
really left an impression.
You're technically far superior to her.
But I'd give her props for daring and youthfulness.
She's not like this little thing out there. She's full of life.
I think you try to sing everything too beautifully.
And that can get dull.
It's kind of a waste of your great voice.
It might help if you let some of that mean spiritedness
you have inside out in your singing.
I'm hitting the bath.
I've got to get this alcohol out of my system.
This was the Chiaki I knew.
Always music... music over me!
When it came to music,
he'd treated everyone whether me or a stranger,
the same with brutal honesty.
Because of that, we were always fighting.
But... he was also always strictest on himself,
all the while having more talent than anyone else.
That made it hard to be with him.
That's why I've been thinking...
that after I graduate from school...
if I quit music maybe... maybe things would be easier between us.
If I quit singing.
Saiko must've gone home.
Lock up when you go.
- Is that you, Nodame? - It's Nodame.
You're not still in costume, are you?
No, I'm not.
Chiaki! Let me play a concerto with the S Orchestra!
- I practiced the piece you played! - What?
I really want to play that piece!
- Who's this? - I want to play it like you.
- Nodame... you smell. - Huh?
How long have you gone without a bath?
How long? Well, what's the date today?
Take a bath right now!
- My gas has been shut off! - Again!?
Fine, whatever. Use mine, then!
I don't have fresh clothes.
Here! You left these here before!
Wow, they've been washed!
That Nodame... she heard my concerto...
and she's been rehearsing ever since.
Until she looked like that.
Here! Eat up! It's cheese and mushroom risotto!
What is this?
I have no appetite.
I don't care! Eat!
You have to eat! So eat!
What's going on?
- What the heck is this? - Swallow! Swallow!
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.