CEO's Reborn Wife

Chapter 337: Chapter 345: What Do You Think It Is?

James Carter heard Jane Sampson’s voice, clear and light, ”I’ve always felt that music should have a soul, and I, have long since lost that soul. I feel that I can never play the music from before, nor can I sing with the emotions that used to fill my heart.”

James Carter was truly surprised that Jane Sampson’s answer turned out to be like this.

”What do you think the soul of music is?” asked James Carter.

”It’s purity, not mixed with many purposes that one is even ashamed to speak of,” Jane Sampson said gently as she spun the cup in her hands, her voice seemingly hollow, ”Music should also be noble, but I, have long ago, long before now, thrown out all that should have been pure, all my passion, behind me.”

”I tried hard, I did everything I could to perform, at first, really because I simply loved it, but later, it wasn’t the same.” Jane Sampson said with a self-deprecating laugh, then sat quietly there, not speaking again.

”You surprise me,” said James Carter, his expression as surprised as he claimed.

”I’m surprised too,” Ms. Little shook her head, ”You’re still so young, yet you seem to have prematurely fallen into a dilemma that those old predecessors who’ve dealt with music for half their lives would encounter. At your age, I had nothing but passion for music, that kind of unrestrained and wild passion, like with your half nursery rhyme; when happy, any song can be changed, modified according to one’s own liking.”

”You’re like someone stuck in a dry well, raising your head and looking out, struggling but unable to escape, trapped inside by your own doing,” James Carter said with a light smile, ”I agree with you that music should have passion and purity, but I don’t agree with the kind of passion and purity you’re talking about, and you’re wrong about one more thing. Nobility? In this world, very few things really live up to this word, including music.”

”Actually, it’s you who are truly pure,” sighed Ms. Little, ”Your disposition inside this circle, I’m not sure whether to say it’s good or bad.”

”Nothing is absolutely right or wrong,” James Carter took up Ms. Little’s words, then said to Jane Sampson, ”The purity of music isn’t reflected in so-called nobility. All of us, when doing anything, have purposes, and that’s quite normal. Just like today, me sitting here talking with you, my purpose is to get to know you and to try to persuade you as well.”

Jane Sampson shook her head faintly and replied softly, ”It’s not the same.”

”I do music, for love, but also with purpose,” James Carter used himself as an example for Jane Sampson, ”Those reports that say I’m aloof and unsullied, even I find them somewhat laughable when I read them. I pursue music because I love it, and also because it brings me financial income and fills me with glory. I do the music I love and incidentally make a fortune, and I don’t feel I’ve demeaned my music.”

Jane Sampson looked at James Carter in astonishment, she had to admit, sitting here listening to so much from James Carter, it seemed, she was beginning to see him anew.

Before, everyone talked about James Carter as someone whose music was pure, because his heart wasn’t driven by much interest or purpose. His music emanated from his heart, expressing and conveying his personal emotions and style.

But now, James Carter himself sat in front of her, earnestly telling her that those reports, even he found them laughable when he saw them.