Staring at Wolf's back and being obscured by the slowly closing door, Victor let out a long breath, turned to the Rhine and the members of the symphony orchestra on the stage and said, "You continue to practice, and suddenly a good string rhythm appears in my head, and I am ready to go to the lounge to write it." ” Every musician has his or her own lounge in the association.
"Mr.
Victor, I think your current mood and state are very unstable, and it is better not to force the composition of the music, it will not have any effect."
Rhein put down his violin and walked to the stage, with a rare serious and solemn expression on his face, which always had a charming smile.
Like a water bag pricked by a needle, Victor's forcibly pretended calmness quickly shattered, revealing a mixture of exhaustion, frustration, and anger: "I know, Rhine, I need to be quiet. ” Rhine nodded lightly and instructed Lucian and Lot: "Lucian, Lot, you accompany Mr.
Victor to his lounge, Phyllis and Herodotus, you go to the piano room to practice your instruments." ” Although Rhine was neither an aristocrat nor a musician, his excellent skill in playing instruments such as the violin and harpsichord, as well as his always unhurried demeanor, made the likes of Lucien and Lott have no objection to his orders, just as they were those of Mr.
Victor himself.
On the way to the lounge on the third floor, Victor didn't say a word, immersed in the emotional world of disappointment and grief towards himself, while Lucian and Lott didn't know what to say, so they could only follow him quietly.
It wasn't until they entered the lounge that Victor said to Lucian and Lot, "You two, practice your musical instruments well, and close the door when you go out." ” Then, he sat down on the couch and quietly looked at the opposite wall.
As Lucien walked outside, he followed Victor's gaze, and on the wall hung an oil painting of a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes and a slender face, with a quiet smile on her lips.
The whole painting is excellent, and the woman is like a real person.
Walking outside the door, as the wooden door slowly closed, Lucien saw that Victor was just staring at the oil painting, without any movement, like a statue.
Returning to the piano room on the fourth floor in silence with Lot, Lucien found that Phyllis and Herodotus were not practicing their instruments, but were sitting there in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.
"Anyway, with Othello's request, Mr.
Victor's concert won't at least be messed up."
Lott thought he would be very happy, but when he spoke, he found that there was a deep bitterness in his tone, he had studied with Mr.
Victor for several years, he was so gentle and kind, and often cared about others, even if Lott had a hidden heart in his heart to look down on his civilian background, but over time, the feelings were still very deep.
Moreover, if Victor can take advantage of the success of this concert and become a famous musician, then Lott will be able to ignore Mackanzi's difficulties and prejudices by taking the musician exam.
Phyllis laughed silently, equally bitter: "Even if the problem of the music is solved according to the request of Director Othello, but the state of Mr.
Victor, who will guarantee that when a musician conducts, if there are frequent problems, the whole concert will be good?"
"yes."
Herodotus, who was still young compared to Lot's age, couldn't help but put his forehead on the violin, as if he was talking in a dream, and his voice was erratic.
So, the whole piano room was quiet again, and the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard.
In this case, Lucien, who was in a daze, was not so noticeable.
At this time, Lucien was analyzing the scores he had collected in the Soul Library and comparing them with the scores on Earth, lest he copy a symphony himself, which would be almost the same as the rhythm of the music already in this world, so he would have a reputation as an idiot plagiarist and cut himself off from the musical path.
In order to repay Victor for his care and love, Lucien made another preparation for him, finding a classic symphony on earth, and when he was unable to compose music by his own inspiration at the last moment, he "gave" him in an appropriate way that did not make people suspect that he was a freak.
Fortunately, some time ago, in order to practice reading music, the music scores on the earth were marked with the musical symbols of this world, otherwise it would have taken more than a month just for this matter.
Lucien felt lucky as he compared the scores.
Comparing the same strings in the Soul Library is easier than Lucien imagined, because it is stored in his own soul, and he only needs to look at it once to retrieve the score of the same string rhythm.
After this period of study, Lucien has a more thorough understanding of the musical trends of the world, and in the absence of suppression by the church, Aalto's music is in the stage of slow transition and development from classical music with rigorous structure and some religious music characteristics to romantic music that expresses his inner emotions.
All of Bach's pieces have very similar music, and the collection of piano pieces in equal temperament and the collection of 12 equal temperament piano pieces are even more highly identical, but fortunately I did not rush to take them out.
Lucien was pleased with his prudence, though it was not a good thing to be proud of.
Having rejected Bach's music, Lucien is most familiar with Beethoven's nine symphonies, and thus finds the most well-known Symphony of Destiny, Symphony No. 5 in C minor: there is no similar melody As a symbol of classical music, the Symphony of Destiny is very suitable for Aalto's musical current, and it is shocking, Lucien did not want to waste time, after thinking about it, he decided to choose this piece, and at the same time, the curious Lucian compared Beethoven's other eight symphonies and thirty-two piano sonatas one by one, and found that there was basically no similar melody.
As for the music of other musicians, based on modern pianos, or classical or romantic, since the piano has only appeared, and due to the defects of the previous instruments, Lucien has selected a few pieces for comparison, and there is certainly no similar composition.
After choosing the Symphony of Destiny, Lucien began to have a headache about how to "give" Victor, it was impossible to copy it directly to him, or hum the melody for him to hear, and when he asked about the origin, tell him that he found it in the cracks of a certain book, just like the legendary heroes who relied on similar adventures to obtain magical swordsmanship and exercise the power of the bloodline, and it was impossible to tell him that on a certain day, a certain year, a certain month, he saved a beggar or an old man who was about to die of illness, so he gave this score to him.
These excuses are becoming more and more difficult to believe Moreover, Lucien suspects that Victor is above his moral standards and will probably not use the piece without the consent of the original author, and the best way is to pretend that he wrote it himself, and then leave obvious flaws for Victor to revise and perfect, so he gives him a reason to use it.
As for hypnosis, with Lucien's current mental power, he can't instill too much information into Victor, and most of it will be forgotten after he wakes up.
But a student who has only studied music for about two months, and a student who can barely play simple music even on the piano, is impossible to write such a shocking, penetrating, and beautiful symphony unless he has a similar string rhythm in his mind before, and it is easy to find out whether Lucien has received good musical instruction before and whether he has shown musical talent.
Well, just give it a try.
Lucian's head exploded, and finally he thought of a solution, so he stood up suddenly, walked to the piano, put a few blank pieces of paper on the music stand, took the quill, began to write musical notation, and after writing a short string rhythm, he put his hands on the piano keys and pressed it hard.
"Dangdang Dang" Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were startled by the impassioned, loud voice, and either raised their heads from their hands, or subconsciously turned their faces blankly to look at Lucian, or almost fell off the piano bench.
After the rhythmic and imposing "when" is finished, the next string rhythm is simply miserable, and it can be called noise.
Lott frowned: "Lucien, what are you doing" "What happened to Mr.
Victor today makes me very uncomfortable, and when I think of the life of the poor in the past, the hard work and struggle of learning music, there is a feeling of sadness and indignation, so some inspirations appear in my mind, and I want to write them into music."
Lucien looked back and explained.
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Lott is angry and funny: "You write music" "How long have you been learning music, how much you have mastered your piano playing skills, and you want to compose music" Phyllis seemed to hear the most incredible and funny thing in her life, her mouth opened and opened, and she looked like she wanted to laugh and felt extremely ridiculous, and her voice became slightly sharper.
Lott raised his hands and shook them: "I know, Lucian, I understand, you want to help Mr.
Victor, but don't waste your strength and time in vain, how can a beginner like you write a good string rhythm" He lowered the music to the string rhythm, but there was still no doubt that Lucien would definitely not be able to.
Herodotus sneered: "What do you think music is, is the black bread you eat every day, you can buy everywhere, listen to what you just played, it's so rotten, it can't even be called a string rhythm, it's a noise that has no beauty, and even makes people upset, you have only studied music for less than two months, and you want to compose your own music, what a clown."
"Please, Lucien, don't mess with everyone anymore, it's time like this."
Phyllis wanted to sarcastically or scold Lucien, but thinking of the current situation, she became weak again.
Lucien shook his head firmly, "I'm inspired, I think I can write good music." ” "You" Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus had nothing to say, and looking at Lucian's gaze was like looking at a deeply hidden madman
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