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.
Chiaki's orchestra?
Yeah. It seems those people are members of that orchestra.
I hear they'll be practicing at our school today.
- Whoa, it's Kikuchi! - You know him?
From high school, yeah.
He was famous for being an amazing cellist.
I thought he was studying in Boston, though.
They all met at last summer's
Nina Lutz Music Festival, apparently.
Really? So none of them go here?
Then why are they practicing at our school?
Is that allowed?
Well, of course it is! It's Chiaki's orchestra.
How do you want to play this phrase?
I guess... crescendo a little here.
And then play this light and gentle here.
I see.
But that might make the transition to the second theme difficult.
In that case, how about if I articulate that portion more?
- Yeah. Go for it. - Okay.
Everyone, let's begin!
- Okay! - Straight through?
Hold on a second. You two! What are you doing there?
- Huh? - We've been found.
What?
This oboe concerto is for an orchestra of 35!
10 first violins. 8 second violins.
So you won't be playing in this piece. Go home.
What? Is that true?
I already knew that. I just came to observe.
What!? Damn! Why'd you choose a piece like that!?
Mozart's Concerto for Oboe and Orchestra in C Major, K314.
It's a concerto style in a sonata form.
First, there's the accompanying orchestra only.
And once two themes have been played.
The oboe solo begins.
I knew it. He's incredible.
High level technique. Both sensitive and powerful.
An unwavering spirit.
What would one describe him?
He's like a samurai. This Kuroki.
Softer. You're inheriting the oboe's melody there,
so maintain its atmosphere!
Shorten those staccatos!
Distinguish it clearly from the slur!
As expected, they're all very good.
And they have strong musical instincts. They adapt instantly.
All that's left really is for each
to individually elevate their understanding of the piece.
Even so... This is a good orchestra.
You're doing Mozart?
- You... Mozart? - What's so funny about that?
Because Mozart's color is pink. Pink!
Pink? What are you talking about?
Finish eating and then go home! I've got studying to do.
Oh, wait a second! Refill. I'd like a refill.
Again? That's your 4th helping.
What was that "Nodame's a ghost" information I got
at the orchestra launch party?
I come home and it's the same as usual...
she comes over a lot, and eats a lot.
Hey... what about your own homework?
That reminds me. Next time you have an orchestra rehearsal,
I'll fix you some food for afterwards.
Would you like the lemon in honey, again?
Stay away! Promise me!
- Gyaah! Why can't I? - Never mind why! Just don't!
This orchestra is not play.
There are costs. And we'll be charging.
And what's more for me... I can't get too friendly.
I wouldn't say it's "pink." More like "oxidized silver."
It's true, he could probably do with a little more
Mozart like flamboyance and buoyancy.
Finally, a break.
- Boy, I'm pooped. - Chiaki is tough.
I brought you miso soup and rice balls.
Hey, I thought I told you not to come.
I'm just dropping it off. I'll be leaving right away.
Oh, is that the orchestra over there?
I should go say hello.
- Stop. Why say "hello"? - I'm your wife.
Don't you have a lesson today?
To... today my teacher called in sick with a cold.
Why are you averting your eyes when you say that?
In that case, let me call Mr. Tanioka
and wish him a speedy recovery.
Gyaah! No!
Actually, he's on vacation with his family in Mexico!
There is something stranger than usual about you lately, after all.
Your lessons were the one thing you never skipped out on before.
What are you hiding?
Chiaki...
Oh... sorry.
I'm interrupting. I'll bring this up with you later.
No, wait! It's okay! You weren't interrupting. Really!
You're a member of Chiaki's orchestra, right?
Uh... yeah.
Please take this. Some food for after rehearsal.
Rice balls and miso soup. Okay?
Good luck with rehearsal. Now if you'll excuse me.
"The devoted wife walk"
That little... I swear I'll make her confess later.
- Chiaki? - Yeah?
Was that girl just now... your girlfriend?
What? You kidding? She's an underclassman at my school.
What's her name?
Meg... Megumi Noda. Why? Hey, you all right, Kuroki?
Wha? _
Megumi... Noda...
"Breeze"
Bach's Unaccompanied Partida.
I loved that, too... play it a lot.
But her sound is so different from mine.
Wow!
How does she produce a sound like that?
Huh?
- Make me your student! - What?
Give me private lessons. Whenever you're free to give them.
I'll feed you anything. I'll give you shoulder rubs.
But, but why? You already have a teacher, right?
You're ten times more amazing than my teacher is!
No, I'm in love... I am!
I'm in love with your violin playing!
Hey, you two can we start rehearsal now?
Yes! Let's!
I must forbid people getting too friendly.
Let's take it from the top of the 3rd movement.
Oh, sorry about that. I forgot to turn my phone off.
Hold on a sec.
Hello? Oh, Yukko? Listen, I'm in rehearsal right now.
Hang up.
What? Yes, it's the truth. Why would I lie?
I'm not cheating on you.
Hear that? Now do you believe me?
Don't get too friendly.
Only moments ago, this orchestra was oxidized silver...
And now it's become Mozart pink!
Megumi Noda! Where the heck are you?
I know you're around here somewhere!
Skip class and you'll be held back! Come out!
Or you'll get what's coming to you!
The color grey.
"Teacher Nodame's Guidance Plan?"
Nodame... are you planning to do student teaching somewhere?
Yeah, in June... at my alma mater.
No way! Nodame a student teacher!?
What do you mean "no way"!
Because it's a middle school, right?
They'll run roughshod over you! They'll totally torment you!
I thought you wanted to be a kindergarten teacher.
I know but my mom said to keep my options open.
And also, this school doesn't offer a certificate
for kindergarten teaching.
- It doesn't? Really? - I just found out last year.
That's why after I graduate, I plan to work part time
at an after school facility for kids
that Mine's father is going to introduce me to,
and take a correspondence course to get my teaching credential.
Wow, you've actually been thinking about your future.
Not good.
I guess Maki's given her future no thought at all.
Middle school is when voices change.
Ms. Nodame? Do you have a boyfriend?
My, what a mature little boy you are.
As a matter of fact, yes of course, I have one.
This is my boyfriend. No, her husband.
Oh no! Chiaki's grown fat!
He looks too much like Mr. "Paper Fan" here.
Who're you calling fat?
Nodame's supervisor was changed to "Paper Fan" man?
Yes. She hadn't told you yet, Chiaki?
Why the sudden change, though?
That's why she's been skipping class.
Last year, the two of you played Rachmaninoff together, didn't you?
Huh?
Well, Mr. Etoh heard you guys. And was impressed by Nodame.
So that's why.
Graahh!
- Get back here! - I don't have a lesson day!
You're breaking the rules!
Stop! Today's a makeup lesson for your skipping the last one.
Well, I'm feeling a bit under the weather today!
You feel good enough to sprint, don't you?
I'm not. It's just your imagination!
- A likely story! - Gyaah!
The relationship seems pretty intense already.
It simply won't work... those two.
Even I couldn't stand the guy!
If you want to help her...
it would seem that you could do something about it.
Listen to me, Chiaki...
For a teacher who is supposed to specialize
in motivating the unmotivated students,
I'm not particularly motivated myself.
Huh?
But since all the students are our important guests here...
I do want to help them try and fulfill their hopes and dreams.
That is why these past three years,
I've thrown my full support into helping complete student projects
like the " Fart Calisthenics" and " Little Miss Frizz
When I reflect on it now,
all our fussing may actually be a big nuisance to her.
From Etoh's ambition to work with her,
to your and my efforts to help her.
But at the same time, I've noticed something of a change
come over her, lately.
She may not even be aware of it.
Mommy, look!
I think that man is stuck.
Stop it! You mustn't stare!
Megumi... Noda?
Huh? Oh... you're in Chiaki's orchestra.
Coast is clear... no moustache in sight.
Good afternoon!
Oh... hold on a second.
Thank you for the food the other day.
I'm Yasunori Kuroki of the Morimitsu School of Music.
Your rice balls were really delicious.
How about the miso soup?
Oh, of course, that was good, too.
At least I thought so.
"An honest man"
Do you have orchestra practice again today?
Yeah.
Wow, everyone can come this early, huh?
Rehearsal starts in the early evening but...
I came hoping to see you.
I decided to come early and spend some time fixing my reeds.
You reeds?
I didn't have classes today. So I had nothing to do really.
- Do you play a wind instrument? - Yes, the oboe.
Wow, so this is an oboe reed, huh?
You make them yourself?
Well, they sell reeds for the clarinet and saxophone
that you don't have to fiddle with.
But for the oboe, you've got to make your own.
Sounds like a lot of work.
Without this, you can't produce a good sound, right?
That's right. It's pretty time consuming, actually.
And the weather can affect how they turn out.
So I'm always nervous about making them.
They say there's no such thing as a perfect reed.
So in that senses, the oboe is an imperfect instrument.
"Imperfect"?
But I like that about the oboe, too.
And I love making the reeds. Like the saying,
"the child that requires the most effort is the most loved."
I love the sound it makes.
Though it's thought of as kind of "plain".
Really? People think it's "plain".
No, I mean...
I love the sound of an oboe.
"Happiness"
I envy you. Playing an orchestra instrument must be fun.
- You play the piano, Megumi? - Yes.
It isn't fun for you?
It's fun. I love the piano.
Why don't you want to aim higher!?
I'll make your piano talent bloom!
Do you aspire to turn professional or something higher like that?
What? "Higher"?
Oh... yeah. That's my goal for now.
So don't you think it would be strange for a person
who has aims of becoming a kindergarten teacher
to aim "higher" like that?
I'm not sure what you mean by "higher."
But playing music, I'm just happy if I play well.
So I think if I got better, it would become even more fun.
Even thinking about that is fun for me.
How about you?
Chiaki!
That woman of yours! What's her problem?
What kind of human being is she? A natural born weirdo?
Or are you training her to abuse me?
She's not "my woman" but... yes, she's a weirdo.
I haven't been teaching her anything.
Then why won't she just go to her lessons.
She may be a weirdo but she's enrolled in a music school, for God's sake!
Well, you don't exactly hold normal lessons, either.
Huh?
I don't know of anyone else
who hits his students with a paper fan.
This is not just a "paper fan." It's my expression of love.
With this, I've sent many pianists into the world.
All of them are grateful to this paper fan.
Of course, there was an exception.
"The exception"
Come to think of it, I'm just as guilty.
I've done things that are the equivalent of a paper fan.
And yet... why doesn't she run away from me
while she runs away from the "paper fan" "treatment?"
What's the difference between me and the paper fan?
"Overconfidence"
Love versus hate?
- Listen... - Huh?
I have an idea temporarily.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
Welcome!
Hey! It's Puri Gorota!
Wow, this is rare!
It's a Puri Gorota figure with candy!
The 350 yen variety!
Gyah! It's Riona!
Ngrah! It's Michael!
Whoa, Mama san!
Oog, Curly!
Whoa! And Papa san!
Graah!
And finally, Kazuo.
Today's lesson comes with lunch.
Hey! Don't run! Wait!
I threw away my paper fan!
See? Take a look! Nothing hidden!
I've changed. I apologize for hitting you before.
Please forgive me!
So please, just take your lesson with me.
I have just one request.
"Sign: Kouzo Etoh"
"Agreement"
Let's make a great "Little Miss Frizzy!"
"The Little Miss Frizzy Accord"
Well then, I guess I'll begin by eating this lunch.
No, let's wait until after the lesson.
I just have to endure her making that one last song.
Once this song is done, my real lessons will begin.
And that's a promise, Megumi Noda.
This dazzling voice...
will last forever.
The mark of summer...
carved on my shaking heart...
will last forever.
When our paths overlap,
I will close my eyes and feel you.
I will never forget you...
All the blue tears and stars...
in the sky.
Nowhere...
can they be disappeared.
A light shines suddenly.
This very light...
shines on my dream...
Somewhere...
I will never forget.