Chopin, Chopin!

Paris, 1835. Frederic Chopin is 25. He is celebrated in Parisian salons, adored by the aristocracy and the King of France. No significant cultural event is complete without him making an appearance. We see him during nighttime escapades and at afterparties following his concerts – usually brimming with energy, concealing his illness behind a veil of humor. His life is slipping though his fingers, but he refuses to slow down. He writes his greatest works, sometimes on special commission, all the while giving piano lessons to make ends meet. He is admired by his friends, adored by women, but with time
he discovers that the most important thing in his life is music.