The crystal wall suspended in mid-air has disappeared, but the crowd in the municipal square and around it has been reluctant to disperse for a long time, and they are still reminiscing about the symphony called "Dawn War", which is another great work after the theme music trend brought by the Symphony of Destiny.
"But comparatively, I think the Symphony of Destiny is a little better."
Sara could not use professional and accurate words to evaluate, but could only describe it with her own feelings, "Although this symphony is grand and passionate, its destiny is more determined and powerful, and it can move people's hearts more. ” Lilith nodded her head like a chicken, "Well, I prefer fate too." ” However, she soon became a frown: "But Mr.
Christopher's concert is too successful, and the new work is definitely a great piece, and what should Mr.
Evans's concert do tomorrow be a last, a beginning, if it cannot be of the standard of this concert, it will definitely cause great disappointment to everyone." ” And as long as the disappointment leaves a deep impression in the hearts of people, it is difficult to eliminate.
"Isn't there fate," Sara comforted her sister with a wry smile, who was equally worried and nervous himself.
Lilith looked up at Sarah, wanting to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly.
They all knew in their hearts that today's concert was a classic, and the Symphony of Destiny alone could not sustain a complete concert.
In a dark corner, Mackantz, who had returned to the territory under the pretext of something, appeared in Aalto, his expression distorted and excitedly waving his arms: "President Christopher is fantastic, just to use such a perfect performance to make Lucian, that bastard poor man have no chance of success, hum, such an important concert has prepared a few solo piano pieces, it's really arrogant and arrogant, when you can't meet everyone's expectations, and can no longer serve as the musical advisor to Her Royal Highness the Princess, I will let you understand what a nobleman is" Nearly five minutes later, the crowd in the Municipal Square began to leave.
Standing on the top floor of the town hall, Phyllis condescendingly watched the black tide of people flow slowly, and she did not speak for a long time, melancholy and quiet, and finally she exhaled heavily, as if she wanted to relieve all the tension and worry in her heart.
In the Chant Hall, the most dignitaries such as Archduke Valorit, Cardinal Salde, Princess Natasha and Prince Michel remained as they invited Christopher into the box to pay homage to him and regret that a maestro would never give a concert again.
These bigwigs have not left, and the rest of the nobles and musicians naturally continue to sit in their seats, exchanging with each other about the concert just now.
Lucian, for example, is discussing with Victor and Marcus the unfolding, development, reproduction, and conclusion of the theme of the first movement with the precise definitions he learned from the Library of Souls.
"It seems that you have a real talent for theme music, for music with your own thoughts and emotions, and you are almost ready to form a complete set of concepts with your own style.
This is a must-have for every authoritative musician.
Victor was pleased to see that his disciple had become more mature and more like a true musician.
Lucien smiled and shook his head: "Actually, many of the concepts and definitions here have been put forward by other musicians in the booming theme music trend in recent months, and I just read and learned from newspapers such as the Music Review Symphony Herald. ” "It's true, and I've seen similar discussions in the newspapers."
Marcus, of course, would not admit Victor's assessment, and then he stared at Lucien meaningfully, "President Christopher's concert today can definitely be called perfect, Lucian, what about your concert tomorrow?"
Only then did Victor realize that Marcus's mood and attitude were a little wrong, and quickly patted Marcus's arm, telling him to stop talking, and said to Lucian: "Lucian, you are still young, don't bear too much pressure, I believe that you will eventually be able to stand in the ranks of music masters." ” Since no one had ever dared to perform so many solo pieces at a Chant Hall concert before, Victor was a little worried about the audience's receptivity, even if he had confidence in Lucien's music.
"Do your best, and I will be worthy of myself and you, Mr.
Victor."
Lucien wasn't as nervous and depressed as others thought, although he did get a little ahead of his time.
Even on Earth, the word recital came about because of Liszt, not because of the masters of classical music at its peak and transition.
Victor didn't say much, just nodded slightly.
After nearly ten minutes, the Grand Duke and the others left, and the nobles and musicians began to leave, and all those who met Lucien only greeted him with strange eyes and expressions trying to be normal, and no one mentioned anything about the next day's concert.
Even Othello, an old-school aristocrat and musician who was so worried that Lucien's problems would cause the concert to fail, understood that the time had come for it to put more pressure on Lucian, so he stopped those who gloated and wanted to see Lucian's jokes to provoke Lucian.
April 5 at 7:30 p.m.
As it was the last day of the festival, the official last concert, the Municipal Square and the surrounding borough streets were already filled with noisy crowds, while the rest of the city was empty and deserted.
The whole of Aalto is like fire on one side and ice and snow on the other.
Piola, Sharon and others learned the lessons of the previous two days today, and did not perform in the afternoon, so they went directly to the municipal square to wait.
At this time, they watched from the center as more and more people gathered around them, and heard more and more heated discussions.
"I don't think I'll ever forget it."
Leslie, a cellist, closed her eyes and felt, "This is probably the largest concert on the continent and the largest audience." ” Piola opened her arms as if she were in the breeze, her face full of intoxication: "If I can also give a concert on such an occasion, then there is no regret even death." ” "However, I am afraid that this is an unattainable dream."
The honest violist Green shook his head and sighed, but how could he not have a similar dream in his heart.
"We're all about 20 years old, we're still very young, and as long as we're still making music at the age of 70 like Christopher, why can't we go to the Chant Hall concert at the Aalto Festival," Sharon expressed her conviction and persistence.
Grace pointed to the crystal wall in the air, which had not yet appeared, "Speaking of youth, Mr.
Evans still has a few months to hold a coming-of-age ceremony. ” "Hehe, there used to be a talented musician who gave a concert in the Chant Hall at the age of fifteen, but that wasn't his first performance, and it wasn't at the end of the Aalto Festival.
Not to mention Mr.
Evans's music, he will also be remembered by history for this incident alone.
"Sharon comes from a musical family and knows more about music history than any of her peers.
In the past, the youngest person to perform a concert in the Chant Hall at the Aalto Festival was Christopher, who took the stage at the age of twenty-six, and the oldest was a part-time musician who was a Grand Knight himself, and the record of 112 years old is believed to be difficult to break again.
Speaking of Lucien, Piola said curiously, but a little worried and hesitant: "Last night's concert and new works of Maestro Christopher were so perfect, what about Mr.
Evans?"
In the minds of musicians who have not yet become famous, such as Piola, Lucien, who came from a poor background and experienced ups and downs but became famous at a young age, is a role model for himself and others, symbolizing the realization of his dreams.
Knowing that it would be unfair to him to compare Lucien to Maestro Christopher, Piola couldn't help but compare, after all, the two concerts were involuntarily compared in terms of time and significance "Less than a year after Mr.
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Evans embarked on the path of music, he already has the great work of Destiny, as well as other excellent serenades and piano pieces, and even if today's concert is not successful, it will not be able to hide his shine."
After a moment of silence, Grace was the first to reply, "As long as his concert can be half the height of Maestro Christopher, I think it will be a success."
"I hope so."
Sharon, Piola, and the others all agreed with a slight sigh.
They listened with concern that everyone around them was comparing yesterday's concert, and if it wasn't close to yesterday's level, most people wouldn't think Lucien was a success.
Outside the chant hall, Lucien, who was wearing a black tuxedo and becoming more and more handsome, greeted the guests in the small foyer with Rhine and other band members.
One after another, magnificent carriages drove in, and one after another nobles and musicians entered the hall, including the Count of Hayne, the Count of Lafatti, the Count of Hill, the Governor of Othello, and others whom Lucien knew, as well as foreign nobles and musicians who were not familiar with them.
Christopher arrived, smiling kindly and nodding to Lucien, telling him to relax and not have any pressure, and Sylvia, who followed him, said the same with a quiet smile.
Victor arrived, and he used a simple gesture to show that he had confidence in Lucian, but the tension on his face could not be concealed.
Phyllis, John, Joel, Elisa, Evan and Elena also arrived, trying to make themselves look calm, but the worry and uncomfortable movements in their eyes revealed their true mood until they entered the west stand.
The dark purple carriage came, a simple and ordinary carriage, Grand Duke Vaorit, Princess Natasha, Prince Michel and Cardinal Salde came at the same time, surrounded by the nobles, they did not forget to turn their heads to greet Lucien on the other side.
Among them, Natasha smiled beautifully, raised her purple eyebrows, and said with her mouth: "I believe in you." ” By 7:50 a.m., when all the spectators had arrived, Lucien returned backstage for final preparations.
In the box, Grand Duke Vaorit frowned slightly, and criticized Natasha: "You actually arranged Lucian to hold a concert on such an occasion, aren't you worried about ruining a musical genius?"
He had a good impression of the Symphony of Destiny, but preferred the piano piece dedicated to Sylvia, because it reminded him of the beautiful love of his youth.
"Yes, dear cousin, you are so reckless that even if Lucien is your musical advisor, you are not qualified to give a concert on this occasion."
Verdi smiled at Natasha, "He's only one and a half great works. ” "As long as young people don't get beaten by pressure, going through these occasions a few more times helps them grow.
This matter is what I agree to, and Her Royal Highness the Princess just proposed.
Before Natasha could answer, Christopher took the blame.
Salde also nodded: "It can be seen from the previous symphony that this young man has a tenacious heart that does not compromise on darkness, and the Lord will favor him. ” Approved by the two masters in the fields of magic and music, Natasha became proud and said with a smile: "Dear cousin, I think Lucian's concert will definitely be a great success, do you think?"
"I'm waiting to see it."
Verdi had a look of complete disbelief on his face, but he didn't argue with Natasha and seemed to be a little worried.
"Alright, the concert is about to begin."
Archduke Vaorit watched Lucien walk to the stage and walk to the front of the band.
On the municipal square, a faint halo lit up, and the crystal wall appeared as if it had been two nights before.
Soon, the band on the stage could be clearly seen through the crystal wall.
"Hopefully Mr.
Evans will succeed."
Lilith looked at the crystal wall very nervously, her hands were clenched into fists, her brother Sara was also full of worry, and Piola and the others also looked at the crystal wall in front of them with a touch of worry and nervousness, waiting for the appearance of the genius musician Lucian Evans.
Lucien, who was wearing a black tuxedo, stepped on the stage, his hair was carefully combed, and the whole person looked quiet and handsome, very temperamental.
"He," Piola pointed at the crystal wall with her mouth wide open, unable to believe her eyes.
Sharon was speechless at first, and then couldn't control the volume and said, "It's the gentleman, the gentleman who came to our concert and exchanged music with us."
"It turns out that he is Mr.
Evans, no wonder he has such a high level of musical literacy, no wonder he can play such a beautiful piano melody."
Grace muttered to herself for a long time.
Lucien stood in front of the band, smiled at Rhein, and waved his baton down.
To be continued: