Glynton looked back at the crowd of black oppressors, and was extremely depressed and resentful, why those dignitaries, those noble priests, could be invited without buying tickets He turned and looked up at the majestic and splendid Chant Hall, and for the first time felt that beneath its extravagant and splendid façade was the coldness of indifference and discrimination, which was clearly chanted only for a few nobles and clergy, and not open to the vast majority of the faithful.
Shaking his head bitterly, Greenton whispered inwardly: "Under the throne of the Lord, the godly lambs are all equal, but some are more equal. ” Just as Glinton and most of the disappointed citizens and merchants were about to leave the Chant Hall and wait patiently for the song to be heard, a black dragon-scaled horse came running from the other side of the road, slowing down.
Then the knight on horseback shouted: "Ladies and gentlemen of the Duchy of Vaorit, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha, Countess Violet, is impressed that music does not distinguish between class, class, nobility, wealth or poverty, so she has provided resources from the income of her own domain to the Church to open the Divine Array in the Town Square and the Chant Hall during the return concert of Mr.
Lucien Evans, so that all music lovers can hear good music in the City of Music."
The noisy crowd fell silent suddenly, followed by a roar of cheers.
"Her Royal Highness the Great Princess" "God bless Your Highness" "Long live the princess, long live the violet, long live the vaorit" Greenton, who was mixed in the crowd, couldn't help but raise his arms and shout a few times, finally not wasting his hard work to get to Aalto day and night.
On the first of June, a joyous "feast", at least for the people of Aalto.
Backstage in the Chant Hall, Lucien, who had already greeted Archduke Vaorit, Princess Natasha, Master Christopher, President Othello, Teacher Victor, and others, was making final preparations.
He was surrounded by Franz, his pupil Grace, the eunuch Fabricini, and several familiar musicians, Lucien, who had chosen the orchestra he had worked with, but no longer the Rhine.
A little further away were the other musicians and choir children and eunuchs.
"Mr.
Evans, I think I can already imagine the magnificence of the last symphony in D minor, and I can't wait to be on the stage and praise God, this is the best music I have ever heard, and I am afraid that I will not be able to hold back tears in the atmosphere of such sacred and solemn music."
Fabrini sang praise, wearing a formal black tuxedo with a red bow tie and lips as red as fire.
In the last few ensemble sessions, Fabricini had already felt the charm of this symphony in D minor, which Lucien Evans had named Ode to Joy, so he was full of emotion and wanted to sing a few words whenever he found an opportunity.
Grace, who was unable to attend the joint practice, looked at Lucien curiously: "Teacher, is this symphony really as beautiful as Mr.
Fabrini said, can it still overcome fate?"
"Although there are different interpretations of different concerts in different moods, I think it is definitely an excellent work."
Lucien smiled softly as if he were complimenting someone else.
Franz breathed a sigh of relief: "Actually, I have always been worried that the symphony in E minor that preceded you, Mr.
Evans, would be attacked by musicians and critics.
Although I personally liked the work, especially the melody at the beginning of the second movement, it was so free that it was completely beyond its current form and it was difficult to get unanimous acceptance, but with the symphony of Ode to Joy as the finale, everything was fine. ” He also admired Ode to Joy.
"Music is an expression of inner feelings, and structure is only an auxiliary, and when it binds our inspiration and creation, we must bravely abandon it and use new structural forms."
Lucien talks about the transition from classical music to romantic music.
In fact, compared with many works in the later period of Romanticism, Dvořák's Ninth Symphony in E minor has been renamed by Lucien since the New World, which is not so free in structure and is closer to the classical folk style symphony, after all, Dvořák himself is deeply influenced by classical music.
Hearing Lucien's words, Franz nodded thoughtfully, as if reflecting on the various problems related to structure in his past works.
Cellist Thomas chimed in: "The New Nation is a very, very beautiful symphony, even if it is criticized by musicians, it will be appreciated by everyone who knows how to listen to music, and time will make it shine as brightly as other great symphonies."
And all of this comes from your unstructured and courageous style of change, Mr.
Evans, and the last ode to joy that touched my heart, and I would like to pay my respects to you, Mr.
Evans. ” He was sincere and sincere, believing that this concert would be an unprecedented success, and that each work would go down in history, so that the participants would also get more praise and moneyAfter several concerts in the Chant Hall, Victor and Lucien have been hailed as the best orchestra outside the court band, and although it is expensive, the nobles and big businessmen still flock to it.
Lucien smiled, "Thank you for the compliments and praises, but everything will not be judged until the concert is over."
Alright, it's time, it's time for us to go. ” Then, Lucien added emotionally: "For the next four hours, let's forget everything and live for music."
"As you wish," all the musicians and choir members said aloud.
Lucien straightened his bow tie and picked up his baton, but before he could stand up straight, his whole body suddenly collapsed weakly and weakly, and at the same time coughed violently.
"Mr.
Evans, what's wrong with you?"
"Teacher, Teacher" Nervous and worried voices sounded chaotically in the background, Lucien took a few breaths, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, it's just a little uncomfortable for a while, and I will recover soon."
The members of the band went out to prepare first. ” "Mr.
Evans, are you really okay" Cellist Thomas, the rough bearded man, did not leave with the band with a big grin at this time, but carefully confirmed again.
Lucien took out a bottle of pink potion from his arms, raised his head and drank it, his face gradually turning from pale to ruddy: "Thomas, you see, I have a potion."
This little illness didn't bother me, and the concert was no problem at all. ” Seeing that Lucian's face had recovered, and that he had spoken smoothly and had no feeling of weakness, Thomas was relieved and beckoned the band members to go outside to prepare.
When Thomas left, Fabricini asked softly, a little confused and worried, "Mr.
Evans, you don't seem to be drinking a simple healing potion.
A real cure can't get better so quickly, especially when it comes to diseases.
"He was the leader of the church choir and was much more knowledgeable than anyone else.
Lucien seemed to have regained all his strength, and energetically sorted out the messy clothes that had just fallen down, and then looked at Fabrini firmly and gently, and smiled, "There is a little else that will allow me to survive four hours."
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Rest assured, I will have a good rest and recuperation after the concert. ” With that, Lucien picked up the baton and walked out of the backstage calmly and gracefully, leaving only Franz, Grace, and Fabrini and other choir members who were not yet their turn to play, with a not too tall but unusually tall back.
Fabrini didn't speak for a long time, and Lucien Evans's gentle, handsome, firm and firm smile seemed to keep coming to mind.
In the Municipal Square, as Lucien walked to the center stage of the Chant Hall, there was a little sparse applause, then more and more enthusiasm.
Whether Lucien heard it or not, everyone was expressing their joy and cheering, half welcoming the appearance of the talented musician, and half thanking Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha for her kindness and generosity.
Never before in Aalto's history has a concert been greeted with such a surge of applause before it began Standing at the edge of the square, looking at the crystal walls, Glinton felt happy and satisfied: "I can finally hear Mr.
Evans play once, see his conductor once, and experience his work once" The repertoire is out, beginning with the familiar Symphony of Destiny, followed by a solo moonlight pathos and an improvisational virtuosity piano passage, followed by the New Realm Symphony, and finally the Symphony in D minor, Ode to Joy.
Dangdang Dang sonorous, short and passionate familiar melody once again appeared in everyone's heart as if it struck the heart, and everyone quieted down, accepted the baptism of the musical feast, and forgot everything else.
When the Symphony of Fate ended, Christopher smiled and said to Victor: "After three years of tempering, Evans's conducting is even better, no longer as crazy and uncontrollable as in the past, and can completely conduct according to his inner thoughts.
This is imbued with his unique passionate conducting style, truly showing the horror, madness, and uncompromising tenacity of difficulties and darkness when they strike, without detracting from the overall feeling of the piece. ” In his opinion, Lucian's conducting style is no longer immature, but has matured thoroughly and is easy enough to match fate.
"He's a guy who never forgets to work hard.
Hehe, among all the fates that have been performed, the spirit of never giving up and never giving in is the most obvious and impactful of the two times he conducted.
Victor did not hesitate to praise his students.
After a break of more than ten minutes, the band left for a while, leaving only a black piano and Lucien in a tuxedo of the same color on the entire stage.
The light of the Divine Array converged and concentrated on his body, making him seem to have a faint halo.
Sitting in front of the piano, Lucien closed his eyes, it was a farewell performance, a real goodbye.
It is impossible for me to stop the progress of arcane and magic, and sooner or later I will be really valued by the church and put into the purification sequence, so for the safety of my relatives and friends, I can only make a choice.
I don't know what choice Uncle Joel, Aunt Elisa, John, and Evan will make, I don't know if I can meet Teacher Victor, Elena and others in the future, and I don't know if there is a chance to return to Aalto openly, so I can only wait until I become a high-level magician and look at them from afar An indescribable and uncontrollable sadness appeared in Lucian's heart, his hands pressed naturally, and the quiet and beautiful melody flowed soothingly, as if bringing everyone to the lake, to the shore of the cool breeze at night, and seeing the beautiful silver-white moonlight shining on the water, sparkling waves, they were so beautiful, so dreamy.
The peaceful, quiet atmosphere enveloped everyone, making them intoxicated and immersed, feeling a faint sweetness, and under the cover of sweetness, the melancholy was so sad, so obvious, that it was extremely moving.
Phyllis, who became calm and depressed, suddenly felt Elena sitting next to her wipe the corners of her eyes, and whispered to herself: "I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry" To be continued: