And the tune of Rachmaninov Piano concerto in c minor keep on playing in the background. Nodame was attentively listening to Chiaki-senpai conducting the whole orchestra so perfectly, so timely. There is magic in music, there is plenty of it in the air.
Classical tunes when the sun has set, when the crowd has dispersed, when the moon is up, when the grass has slowly withered. What a timely companion, indeed.