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Unfair.

You're not ready to compete, Bebe.

Let's live separately.

Are you moving away, Chiaki?

Nodame.

Why?

You're tired of me.

I need to focus on my music.

Put some distance between between you and him.

Okay then.

1 8 months in Paris.

It's been like living the life of a student.

It'll be hard to leave.

Nodame, the key to my apartment.

The landlord knows you're moving in.

I'm so jealous!

More space to mess up.

But I won't have your great cooking.

After 2 years, I've been spoiled.

That's no problem.

Visit me whenever you want. I won't be far.

And I'll go to all of your concerts.

It'll be just like always.

Chiaki, let's go.

Drive safely.

See ya, Chiaki!

Take care!

There he goes.

I felt bad for Nodame.

But I needed a quiet place to focus on my music.

I believed we'd be okay apart.

I was wrong.

< NODAME CANTABILE The Movie II >

I'll put this here.

Good news, Chiaki. I got you a gig.

Elise.

The Wiltord Symphony Orchestra again.

And you'll be playing with Song Rui.

Wiltord? With Rui?

Wiltord?

But Rui's on hiatus.

She's making a comeback. And she wants it to be with you!

Just say yes.

Yes, of course I'll do it.

Attention! Once again we'll be using Japanese wherever possible... Hey!

Is this the place? Comment allez vous?

Found it!

Chiaki?

Chiaki!

My beloved Chiaki!

My dad dipped into his savings to send me here.

To cheer on Kiyora in her violin competition.

My red ruby.

You're not listening.

It's a moving story. Aren't you glad to see us?

He ruined the moment.

What about Chiaki?

Where are you hiding him, Chubby Cheeks?

When will he return from work?

Haven't you two heard?

He moved out of this apartment.

He's gone?

Yes. This is my castle now.

That explains the mess.

Did you two split up?

No!

He just needed a little space.

But he's coming to see me today.

When?

At dusk.

So we have time.

Arc de Triomphe! Napoleon! Eroica!

You're not climbing it, are you?

You bet! It's on me. Come on!

Might as well take a picture.

- Are we really going up? - Of course!

Huff huff.

Hurry up, you beanpoles.

Quiet!

We made it! We're in Paris!

Pardon moi!

Up we go!

Up again?

Slow down.

The Notre Dame Cathedral!

"Such the Parisienne"

So much climbing.

"Damn tourists"

I've got to tell Nodame.

About Rui.

Not again.

Kiyora?

"The Kiyora Support Tour!"

Don't tell me...

I'm pooped!

Montmartre rocks!

We even got our portraits painted!

Hey, won't Chiaki be here soon?

- Let's rehearse! - Yeah!

- Nodame, you be Chiaki - Gladly. I'm good at that.

Honey, I'm home.

Oh brother, she's in bed.

Hey, the master is home.

Get up, or I'll assault you!

Hi, Chiaki. Bon appetit.

That's just like him!

Forgive us. We won't do it again.

What brings you here? Kiyora's concour, no doubt.

Precisely.

And you want to freeload while you see Paris.

Hands off.

They're are already at home.

So Ryu's girl is a finalist at the Cantona competition?

Kiyora's an amazing violinist.

She's studying in Vienna.

Have you seen her yet?

I'm not planning to.

I don't want to bother her until after the competition.

You're such a prince.

Otherwise, all she'd think about would be me.

You're kidding, right?

No, he isn't. Ryu's always 1 20 percent serious.

Besides, she's good enough to win without me cheering her on.

Don't be so modest.

Aren't you guys entered in the piano category?

My teacher won't let me compete yet.

Classes take priority.

I'm into chamber music right now.

What about you, Tanya? Better plan your future.

Or you'll find yourself back home in Russia.

It's your last year?

If she passes.

Look who's talking! You guys can't waste time, either.

Look at Nodame. She still has a year to go, but she's already 23.

Am I?

She's not going to like. . .

the news I have.

- Chiaki, stop. - Oh, Kiyora.

Nodame.

I'm going to be pretty busy for a while.

With Marlet and all.

And...

I'm performing with Rui and the Wiltord Orchestra.

- Nodame, we're late! - What, already?

Wait, Frank!

- Nodame. - Excuse me, Chiaki. I'm in a rush.

Well, take care.

Wait!

See you later!

Something smells.

What's that?

I hate him.

But what can you do?

Nodame?

How are you?

It's been 2 years, huh? How's Chiaki and Kuroki?

What a surprise.

Ryu just told me about your upcoming competition.

You spoke to him?

On the phone... long distance.

Congrats on making the finals.

If we'd known, Chiaki and I would've come to the earlier rounds.

Is there something wrong?

I'm staking everything on the outcome.

I'd planned to invite everybody.

Last year, I entered two competitions.

I placed third in the first one.

But that still doesn't beat Takahashi.

And then in the second competition, I lost in the semi-finals.

I've been in a slump.

I want to win one and go home.

How about you? Are you lonely with Chiaki so busy?

Did something happen?

No, nothing.

How nice.

If we weren't studying music, we'd be with our loved ones.

Not true.

I'd be a kindergarten teacher in Japan.

And I would be. . .

Welcome!

I guess not.

You're right. Without music, we'd have never met.

At last, the day of Kiyora's final!

To victory!

"Go Kiyora Miki, the Asian Ruby!"

She'd be thrilled to see this!

Yeah!

She'd hide.

Please stop.

The Cantona Concours.

A piano and violin competition held every 3 years since 1 940.

Finalists play with a full orchestra.

"Violin Finals"

Brahms Violin Concerto.

The only violin concerto he ever wrote.

And yet it ranks among the 3 best.

Kiyora.

She's spent 2 long years apart from her love.

What have I got to show for my time?

Listen, Kiyora.

Return to Vienna. Don't hesitate.

Win some big titles and return as our concertmaster.

Take it away from him!

I'll work hard here in Japan.

And someday...

when you return...

I'll battle you for First Chair.

Kiyora was incredible!

I've come to a decision!

I'm entering a competition.

I can't go back to Russia like this.

Tanya.

What happened to finding a French man who can keep you here in Paris?

Me, too.

I'll enter a competition, too... as my next step.

We'll both work hard.

Getting cozy, eh?

Is that what's happening?

What? Don't be stupid!

Yeah! Stop that.

Come on.

Don't listen to them.

Oh, grow up!

Here are the final results of the violin category. . .

for the 24th Cantona International Concours.

Pardon me.

6th place... Chemille Kenken.

That idiot.

Still on the results?

How was Kiyora Miki, Sir?

You came!

Listen, Ryu.

No matter the results, I'm going home.

Is that okay?

No.

You can't.

Takahashi will gloat if you return empty-handed.

I'm glad I came.

Gotta see the piano contest.

A contest like this could get me closer to performing with Chiaki someday.

My ultimate goal.

Cantona International Concours, Piano Finals

To Kiyora's stellar 3rd place finish...

and special prize of 9,000 euro! Cheers!

Congrats.

You did us proud, Kiyora.

Thanks. . . but personally, I'm disappointed.

You kidding? To me, 3rd feels like first.

Nodame?

I need you in Japan.

You won't believe it, Chiaki! The piano finals were great!

And I heard the most amazing piece!

We've all been waiting...

That's the piece I want to play with you.

What?

Well?

If I tell you, the magic might wear off.

Huh? Don't be silly.

You'd better say it.

Or Chiaki might end up playing it with someone else.

Ravel.

Ravel's Piano Concerto... in G.

Which one is that again?

That's perfect for you.

You think so?

It's playful, fun and jazzy.

It really is. It's fun.

I'd love to hear it.

Then I'll play it for you on the piano.

You've played it before?

No, I first heard it today. But I can give you a rough idea.

It starts with a big clap.

Piccolo.

Why this piece?

This of all pieces.

Your concert program is set.

Ravel's Piano Concerto in G Major.

You meet with Rui next week.

Nodame was good in college.

But wow!

You first heard this today?

Why does it have to be this?

I'm going to enter a competition... like it or not.

First, the task at hand.

You still have 6 pieces to work on plus your test piece, Bebe.

Must you call me "Bebe"?

I'm addressed as "Mademoiselle" in restaurants.

Why can't I enter a competition? Please explain, Professor AuClair.

This Chopin. You've made no progress since last time.

Why do you think you're studying it?

Because you're being forced to?

Have you no thoughts about it?

If you don't face the music in front of you. . .

how can you talk of competition?

Wait, Professor AuClair. Could you explain what you mean?

Why?

I'm facing the music as best as I can.

Beloved Chiaki, how I wish we had more time together!

Thanks for seeing us off, Chiaki.

Don't mention it.

It was short, but it was nice breathing the same air as you.

Ryu.

Come on, guys! We've got work to do, too!

I've got an idea!

You and Nodame can perform Ravel with us and the Rising Star Orchestra.

Since her teacher won't let her compete. It's such a waste.

That'd be great!

Yeah, it would! Right?

Take care!

See ya, Chiaki!

Will performing with me satisfy her, I wonder?

I've the feeling she's in a hurry to be over with it all.

I'd better tell her about that piece.

What?

Chiaki's playing Ravel's concerto with Rui.

What?

Ravel's concerto. He's meeting with Rui about it tomorrow.

Not that it involves Marlet.

But naming Chiaki to conduct her comeback.

Rui must really like him.

I'll just borrow these photos and go.

Thanks.

Wow, it's pouring out.

I wanted to go shopping. Does it look like it'll stop?

Did you hear something? Like a woman's voice?

Could be the "phantom student" rumored to live upstairs.

Is it Halloween? No.

Hello?

What are you doing. . . Chiaki?

Just looking to get out of the rain.

Shall I. . . bring you an umbrella?

No, thank!

Haven't you something to say. . . to Nodame?

Shinichi

She knows.

Ravel's piano concerto.

Why didn't you tell me?

I can't deny being disappointed. But what can you do?

There I was all excited.

I bet you felt sorry for me.

I'm not a baby. I wouldn't get angry at something like that.

Why would I be?

I mean, I'm nothing more than a run-of-the-mill music student.

I can't even enter a contest.

My professor won't allow it.

And I've only got a year.

Hey lumpy.

I brought food.

I can't tell her not to worry.

I'm starving.

Professor AuClair's picking on you?

Yes.

Other students are entering contests left and right.

Yes.

You think he hates you.

Yes.

Are you a child? He invited you to Paris.

Yes.

He's a good teacher.

Yes.

Have you thought it's because you're not ready?

Excuse me?

Forget it. I got it.

Where's your assignment?

My current pieces and exam piece. Chopin sonata.

Beethoven's late sonatas, Brahms short pieces, and Saint-Saens.

Okay, let's do them all.

First Chopin, from the top.

He wrote neither symphonies nor operas, but spent most of his life...

writing for the piano. The piano poet, Chopin.

One of his later mature works, this Piano Sonata, No. 3. . .

was among his richest, densest and most grandiose.

The first movement begins boldly, but gradually darkens.

Expressing grief and anguish.

Tempo.

Oh. . . right.

That's what Professor AuClair said.

Chopin's later works had less rubato.

Why?

Because they were less impulsive and sensory. . .

and more thoughtful.

Why say that?

It sounds like Bach here.

Where else?

The 3rd movement.

Chopin demands rich expression on top of technique.

Nodame's been assigned the quintessential example.

Again from 142.

But she's at a point where she can grasp it.

Re-schedule?

Apologize to Rui for me.

But she's coming!

I'll make it up to her, I promise.

But Chiaki!

What's wrong with Chiaki?

I don't know if I've made the right choice.

But this is a journey I need to take with Nodame.

2nd movement: a graceful, airy scherzo.

But it requires control and mustn't be hurried.

I'd forgotten what incredible concentration she has.

I couldn't play this long continuously.

What's that smell?

Deodorize! Sanitize! Wash your hair!

Next up is Beethoven's Piano Sonata No. 31 .

Hailed as one of his three greatest late works.

I can't believe she's advanced this far.

"Master Yoda's assignment"

Look at all this.

So much.

Is AuClair in a hurry?

What're you doing?

Don't make it look so easy.

I'm still learning to read music.

Say, what's for dinner?

Eat this!

Wake me at noon.

Are you really mad at me?

In the kitchen... there's soup.

Yum. Vegetable soup.

Chiaki... hasn't slept?

When Beethoven wrote this...

he was deaf, broke and mentally beat.

This sonata is steeped in a woeful reality.

But still manages to evoke...

a dreamlike reverie and a will to fight on.

Here, the last movement... conjures up his 9th.

Thanks for the help.

But I can feel it for myself.

You're right. You've made enough progress for today.

Just practice reading.

No, I can keep going.

I mean, you came here with a suitcase.

Plus, it's getting fun.

Like being able to hear people's stories.

I know why I get yelled at for not reading the music.

I know why you'd rather read music than eat.

And why I hated playing things a specific way.

I understand a lot more now.

Well, well...

it's about time!

She's come to appreciate the joy of learning for herself.

What could be better?

I can go home now.

This piece is about betrayal.

It's filled with great suffering and dejection.

It contains all mortal grief.

And ends in exhaustion and emptiness.

You still treat it lightly.

Try it again from the 3rd movement.

But you've shown such rapid improvement.

We'll tackle the fugue next, Megumi.

Megumi?

I'm not "Bebe" anymore!

"Extra! So long Bebe!"

I think we can begin preparing her for a competition.

But don't tell her yet.

Hello, Chiaki?

We can't come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message and we'll get back shortly.

Sorry about the other day.

No problem.

So you're back for good?

Don't know yet. I just wanted to do this.

I'm undecided afterwards.

I've played with a lot of master conductors in my life.

But it's been a stretch for me.

Now I want to collaborate more with my peers.

To create music together.

Rui.

"Don't forget to eat and bathe."

"Try some of this."

Magic cuisine.

Delicious.

How long?

How much longer must I go on?

Ravel's Piano Concerto in G.

He composed it in 1 929 specifically

for his second tour of America.

It reflects the popularity of jazz music at the time.

It is rhythmical, humorous and effusively sentimental.

I feel an incredible urge to hug you.

Could this be...

love?

I'm conducting an orchestra.

Someday, I'll be good enough for us to perform together.

Welcome home!

We could've gone home together.

You were incredible today.

You and Rui.

Thanks.

Anyway, sit down. You must be exhausted.

Would you like dinner? A bath?

Or perhaps. . . me?

I know!

Let's celebrate with champagne!

You just relax while I rustle up a snack to go with it.

I've never seen her behave like this.

Something's wrong.

Cheers!

Let's drink to your big success.

Hey, take it easy.

Can I. . .

spend the night here, Shinichi?

Sure. But I've got an early rehearsal tomorrow.

How're your studies coming along?

Did you finish the Beethoven?

It's going well.

You don't have to worry about that anymore.

What do you mean? Look at me when you say that.

Look here.

I knew it.

What did you really come here for?

Chiaki?

Do you really like me?

Together forever, right?

What's wrong?

Oh no.

I get the feeling that in her own incomprehensible way...

she's trying to overcome something.

Chiaki.

Marry me.

You're talking in your sleep.

I've got to go.

Make sure you lock up.

What was that just now?

More of her usual pretending to be my wife?

Today, Shinichi Chiaki. . . one more kiss?

Nodame?

So we meet again.

Give me one more kiss. La di di!

Nodame, what's wrong?

A spat with Chiaki?

I see.

If you feel like crying, let me offer you a shoulder.

Poor Nodame.

Megumi Noda's never been absent before.

I see.

Chiaki and Rui performed the piece you wanted to do.

And that's sapped your drive.

That's not it.

They were better than anything I imagined.

It was very special.

So what?

Doesn't hearing something that good. . .

inspire you to aim even higher?

That's what keeps you going.

I don't care anymore.

Flunking out in Paris?

I'm not flunking out!

I studied! I faced the music head on!

But it doesn't matter.

Rui's been primed for this all her life.

Chiaki, too.

I know it's up to me to work harder.

I know that.

Nodame.

Let me hear you.

Your piano.

I haven't heard you play since Japan.

Will you. . .

play for me?

For the last time.

Should I call her?

She couldn't have been serious.

But then again...

she looked straight at me.

Why run now, Nodame?

When you've come so far.

What's it all been for?

Beethoven.

His late sonata.

No. 31 .

Ovewhelming...

grief and solace...

in dialogue with each other.

At long last...

you have arrived.

Nodame.

Would you like to find out how enjoyable it is...

to face the music?

Wouldn't you like at least once. . .

to do what you've always dreamed of?

Forget all about Chiaki.

And come...

with me.

A program change?

Preposterous!

Just one concerto.

I can overlook most of your antics.

But a piano concerto with this teenybopper?

It's unheard of. What is she. . . in junior high?

Nodame of Club One More Kiss.

On loan from Tokyo. Special talents? Piano.

I'll kill you.

I'm kidding!

Scary.

Why are you so chipper?

I think I prefer you about to keel over before a concert.

It's because I'm still alive...

that I want to see this. . . soon.

The darling girl. . . in her moment of splendor.

Nodame's bio?

I need to make sure this isn't a hoax.

Megumi Noda, 20.

Graduated top of her class at the conservatory.

Won the Karena Concours.

Proportions: 38-24-36.

Who is that?

Lied about the proportions?

They're all lies.

But why the interest?

Didn't you hear? She's making her debut with Streseman.

Prague

Tonight's program has changed.

An unknown talent.

No doubt Streseman's concubine.

Nodame's performing with Streseman.

This is insane. But I have to here this.

The maestro Streseman...

deciding to debut a pianist with no orchestral experience.

Nodame's standing on this stage means...

she's not running away.

But still...

to perform with Streseman and a top European orchestra?

What's she thinking?

Chopin's Piano Concerto.

The crowning masterpiece of his early period.

For a pianist, it is one of the hardest to play.

It's not a piece to debut with.

In 1 830, to capitalize on his rising status...

Chopin left Vienna for a performance in Warsaw.

He played the concerto himself.

The long orchestral buildup before the piano's entry...

evokes Chopin's courage to leave home.

Maybe Nodame, too, is making a departure.

She's getting creative.

But. . .

it's wonderful.

She's imbuing the pianistic passages with real feeling.

Even here, Nodame is still Nodame.

Soaring and jumping.

But it's not frenetic like before.

She knows what she's doing.

For a first-time concerto, this girl can play.

She's learned from watching orchestras at my side.

Here I believed. . .

Nodame had saved me from my misery in Japan.

She made good things happen.

But maybe...

God kept me in Japan. . .

just long enough for me to bring her here.

Nodame, don't do this to me.

You are too much.

To experience this at my age.

I'm glad I lived.

Nodame! Chiaki's here!

Nodame? Chiaki's come.

I can't see him.

I don't want to.

She won't see you.

I feel as though everything has changed.

Forever.

Nodame?

Eek, is this Streseman?

With Nodame?

"A New Star Rises!"

Nodame's debut?

Is this the Megumi Noda that stood in my shadow at school?

What the heck is this!?

Oh my God! It's Nodame!

Chubby cheeks was holding out on us! I'll kill her!

Today, I'm offering a Nodame debut lunch special!

"Megumi Noda Strikes it Big."

How'd she pull that off?

She's starting at the top. I'm so proud.

"Okawa City, Fukuoka"

"Noda Seaweed"

Honey, come quick!

What is it, dear?

Holy cow!

The butler did it!

Really. How cliche can you get?

"Noda Stirs Chopin."

How'd this happen?

Streseman, what have you done?

She was so close to finding the true pianist in her.

True?

Of committing to a life of music. . . no matter what.

Streseman Music Agency.

Yes, Nodame's with us.

The phone won't stop ringing.

You'll be joining us, right?

Just sign on the dotted line.

Nodame?

You'll slay the world.

Fire off another earth-shattering musical salvo!

I can't play.

'Scuse me?

Not like that.

Not anymore.

Phone call, Elise.

Yes, we're the Nodame Music Agency.

This is Nodame. I can't get to the phone right now.

Please leave a message.

I did everything right.

I faced the music like I was supposed to.

That's enough, right?

Right?

That silly girl's run off.

I want her back before the next concert. By whatever means!

Good night.

Hello?

Has Nodame shown up at your place?

No, she hasn't.

Is something wrong?

She's vanished. Says she won't play.

Obviously, her concerto with me can never again be matched.

She's satisfied.

She doesn't want you anymore.

What?

In fact, she doesn't feel like...

she'll ever top that performance.

It's quite common.

Most recover with time, and resume music again.

But every so often. . .

there are those who can't pick up where they left off.

And they disappear.

Come on.

You think she was just looking for satisfaction?

Have I...

been dumped?

"Introducing the Nodame Beef Bowl"

"Congratulations on your splash debut, Nodame!"

Nodame?

Are you home?

For God's sake, she's been gone a whole week!

She's always been unpredictable.

I figured if I just needed to keep her close.

She couldn't have left for good.

Suddenly, what seems most important to me. . .

is my future with her.

"Where are you? Your prince is looking."

She can't play?

Nodame!

She's really gone.

Who are you?

Yadovi.

Yado...?

Thanks.

You live here.

Yeah.

I study composition.

At the conservatory.

I'm sorry. Was I too loud?

I'm composing for theremin and percussion.

I got into collecting percussion.

And never stopped.

I even make my own.

Homemade!

Found this at a flea market.

Drums move the spirit.

They're music's foundation.

Foundation, huh?

The piano's a percussion instrument.

I hear you practicing.

I could use some piano in my piece.

Music must be fun and free.

In the 1 8th century, composers played their own music.

They were free to improvise when they performed.

People felt privileged to hear something impromptu.

Free and fun.

Yeah! Why's it all so constricting now?

I composed something, too. Back in Japan.

Really? Let's hear it!

"The Frizzy Head Suite."

I wrote it for kindergarten students.

It's very fun.

You'd make a good teacher.

You're too nice, Yasu!

Agreeing to babysit again.

And you've added another!

Sorry to trouble you.

You need my help.

Not that way!

What a weird sound.

It's the phantom student!

So it's true!

I hear piano, too.

Nodame! !

You're back!

Suddenly, she's a kindergarten teacher.

You got me!

I'm hungry, Teacher.

Me, too!

Teacher?

Yes, Teacher is starving, too.

Let's go see the cafeteria lady.

I'm not the cafeteria lady.

Why didn't you tell us you were performing, Nodame?

You were a huge hit! Are you turning pro?

Chiaki's worried. Did you call him?

Can you play tomorrow?

Please.

- Sure - Yipee!

From Kuroki.

Nodame's back in Paris.

I'm guessing she hasn't told you.

She's at a nursery school right now.

Playing with kids.

She's a little too cheerful. It worries me.

Do you think teaching kids is what she wants?

I remember her mentioning it once in Japan.

Teacher made a mistake!

Can't you read music?

Of course I can.

You're not very good.

Is that all you can play?

No, I can do better. Watch.

It's something I've thought about a lot.

Might Nodame have been happier choosing a life in Japan?

Instead of trying to be a pianist.

I felt that every time...

I saw anguish in her face.

I force her down a difficult path.

She should choose her own.

And I should accept that.

But then. . .

I can't help...

wanting to bring her with me.

Every time I hear her play.

Nodame.

Play a concerto with me.

No.

I did that already.

And actually...

I don't think I could surpass that performance with you.

Why?

I'm scared.

What if I can't play any better than that?

And I flop playing with the most important person in my life.

I'm afraid of falling out of love with you.

That settles it, then.

Come.

A prince is taking Nodame away!

Where are we going?

I can't anymore.

Mozart's Sonata for 2 pianos. You can do that.

That's not a concerto.

You've forgotten it?

No, I remember.

That one, I won't forget.

Our very first duet.

But I'm no longer the same person.

Neither am I.

What will this prove?

I don't know.

You were first piano. I was second.

Here's the starting tempo.

She's not the same.

But... I'll stay in sync with her.

You found Nodame?

How is she? Can you bring her here?

Oliver?

Can you hear me, Oliver?

It looks like my role in this drama is about complete.

As long as there's music being played. . .

there's no such thing as an unbeatable performance.

If you're not always striving for that best personal performance...

then maybe there is no next time.

You give your best performance. And then you. . .

aim for better.

So you planned this all along.

The smallest thing. . .

can alter everything.

Like the way a tone is affected by a change in the weather.

The two of us began...

in a filthy room. . . with Beethoven.

And then two people playing Mozart in a tiny practice room.

No matter the hardships. . .

no matter what struggles lie ahead...

this joy...

will see us through.

Despite my miraculous ability to stay in sync with you...

you still finish recklessly as ever.

Different person? Where?

I feel an incredible urge... to hug you.

Could this be love?

I look forward to seeing what those two will do.

If I close my eyes...

I can almost hear it.

Their...

concerto.

Wake up, Nodame!

Wake up! It's morning!

Ow!

Listen up, everybody! I've got great news!

Our next concert is sold out!

But we're still in financial straits.

So practice for love of music, not money.

Figures.

Chiaki?

I know I'll have the performance of a lifetime with you someday...

But. . .

it won't end there.

We'll both go back to our music and try to top that.

Yeah. We'll just keep repeating that process forever.

Count me in.