Municipal Square, around the crystal wall.
Watching several famous singers walk out with the adult choir and children's choir, standing behind the band in a semicircle, the people around are full of consternation.
"What is this?"
"How did Mr.
Fabricini come?"
"Isn't the last part a symphony, it's a chorus" They were only amazed at what was going on, and they didn't understand why singers, choirs, and children's choirs were present at Lucian Evans' concert, and the repertoire was clearly a symphony in D minor Listening to the discussion around her, Betty said to her sister Joanna in confusion: "Could it be that this symphony of Mr.
Evans will include a chorus passage?"
"How is it possible that there has never been a symphony with a choral part, and this is not an oratorio," said an Aalto citizen next to him, who was a long-time symphony lover.
Seeing that her sister was questioned, Joanna snorted lightly: "Mr.
Evans is known for his change and innovation, his previous destiny and reformation country, is it perfectly in line with the traditional symphonic structure?"
Similar controversies have taken place in various parts of the Town Square, raising the curiosity about Lucien Evans' last symphony.
In the chant hall, watching Fabricini and others come out one after another, Christopher sighed: "He really wants to add a vocal chorus part to the symphony, it's really a bold innovation, I don't know what the effect is" Although Lucien's rehearsals were kept secret, the Aalto Musicians' Guild was not large, and Fabricini and others were not unknown, so most musicians and musicians guessed that Lucien would boldly use a chorus to accompany the symphony.
Accustomed to the changes brought about by each of Lucian's songs, the musicians have a wait-and-see attitude, as long as they are not out of the ordinary like in the new country, they are more looking forward to the innovation of the symphonic form, especially Christopher, who is more generous and pays attention to all this, hoping to bring new inspiration to their music creation.
"It's said to be very good, but rehearsing alone and playing in front of a large audience in the Chant Hall are two different things, and the effect may be a hundred times better," Natasha said confidently, as if she was the one who composed the music and was about to take the stage to conduct, and at the same time she complained slightly, "This guy is really good at secrecy, obviously there have been two symphonies in the past three years, and one of them is close to completion, but he didn't mention a word, is it to create a surprise" In her opinion, it is clear that the two grand symphonies from the New World and Ode to Joy could not have been composed by Lucien in just over a month after his return to Aalto, and Lucien admitted to composing part of the movement at the time.
Othello shook his head: "But there has never been an attempt at vocal chorus in the symphony, and it is not certain how it will perform in the end, which is an unknown mystery." ” At this time, Lucien, who was dressed in a straight tuxedo, handsome and quiet as moonlight, walked out of the backstage with a short baton and saluted his chest in turn.
The chatter in both the chant hall and the town square suddenly stopped abruptly and completely subsided.
That's the beauty of a top musician.
Turning and standing in the center of the band's semicircle, Lucien raised his hands in a quiet and ready gesture.
Accustomed to closing his eyes, he reminisced about the sufferings and contemplations of the past, and recalled the scene when he arrived at the port of the Kingdom of Holm after a long and arduous journey, and when he came out of the dark and oppressive wooden crate of goods, he saw Lazar in a long black double-breasted gown and a top hat, when the weather was bright and he was smiling, like a divine sunshine that pierced the darkness and heralded the coming light Without the accumulation of life and emotion, it is difficult for a conductor to master the music well.
The baton of the right hand and the left hand of the imaginary hand rise and fall gently, as if to capture the feelings and melodies from afar, from the beginning, and the low music plays, as if reverberating from the trills of the heart, and a deep, calm, and serious hazy vista seems to leap into front of everyone's eyes.
Victor only felt an uncontrollable tremor in his soul under this trill, and he didn't know whether it came from the excitement of this melody or the awe generated by the seriousness and depth of its existence.
This shudder crossed everyone's mind, including the cardinal, who had the first, deep, intuitive impression of music, which was grand and serious, and seemed to contain a vigorous and unstoppable force, but also a sign of the coming danger, which everyone could not escape, from birth to death, the difficulties and pains that everyone could not escape, from birth to death Then, the power of the music grows stronger, the music becomes more vigorous and powerful, the unusually vivid rhythm trembles the soul in waves, and the other theme is depressing and severe, as if everyone is unwilling to face and unwilling to come to the hardship and the fate that is destined from the beginning, the two themes are repeatedly entangled, so that the whole first movement manifests the unyielding struggle and the never-giving cry that runs through the pathos of fate.
It is mixed with some gentle or high-spirited melodies, which not only set off the hardship and tragedy of the battle with the temporary calm and calm in the process of struggle, but also seems to reveal the sacredness and inevitability of overcoming suffering, defeating the enemy, and defeating darkness The sixteen-minute first movement flew by in a daze of the audience, ending with a temporary victory in the struggle, which erupted into thunderous applause and unreservedly expressed their affection for the movement.
"The beginning is so grand, so solemn, so deep and solemn, this movement is really brilliant, and the structure is rigorous and solid, so perfect, almost flawless" Othello, who was fond of solemn music, did not frown as he had done in the New Realm, but praised it with the kind of beauty he could think of for the time being.
Natasha echoed with a little pride: "If the next three movements are still of the same standard, then this one is undoubtedly the top symphony, a classic that can be worshiped by later generations on the same level as the Dawn of Destiny War."
This concert is really rich, and two of them are new works, so I am afraid that it will be difficult to have a similar situation in the future. ” But the Grand Duke of Vaorit said with a slight doubt: "In every respect, the first movement deserves your praise, but I always feel that something is missing, that feeling of shock and explosion."
"Indeed, in terms of technique, structure, and melody, this movement is close to perfection, but it is neither as full of stormy terror and urgency as the first movement of Destiny, nor as unique as the pathos and moonlight of the first movement."
Christopher said of his senses, "Magnificent, deep, severe, etc., it is all displayed, but it is missing a little thing to remember, like a volcano with terrifying power, it occasionally erupts, but it does not meet everyone's expectations, it does not erupt so naturally, giving people a more and more oppressive, low, dark feeling." ” "Mr.
Christopher is exactly what I feel, but because of that, I look forward more and more to the explosion of a later movement, which is the key to whether it can become a true classic."
Victor was not without eagerness, still waiting for the next three movements without doubt, but he also had a faint sense of dark oppression.
The Count of Hayne, the Count of La Fatti, and Cardinal Gosse, who sat next to them, had a hard time interjecting into their musical discussions, but it did not prevent them from agreeing with Christopher's senses, and although the struggle in the first movement ended in a magnificent, temporary victory over the enemy and darkness, they felt that they were walking alone in the darkness, and that there was still much suffering and danger ahead.
This is a common feeling of all people.
Soon after, the second movement began under the direction of Lucien, and contrary to the tradition that the movement had to be in the form of a slow movement, a lively and bright melody was played, as if chasing the enemy with the previous victory, as if the darkness had disappeared for a short time, and the bright blue sky and brilliant sunlight could be seen, giving an uplifting feeling.
"He's really breaking with tradition again."
Christopher smiled kindly as if he had expected it, smiling indulgently with the pampering affection of the elders for the juniors.
Othello frowned slightly, but quickly let go, for he felt that it was fitting to take on the solemnity of the first movement with a lively allegro movement here, and that he could not think of a better way, and that the change in structure between the movements made him a little more acceptable.
People in the town square who know a little about the symphony will notice this change, but they are more focused on listening to the essence of the music, and they are just as fond of the second movement, which is beautiful and has just the right atmosphere.
Since the second movement is so good and so persistent, it proves that a structural change is necessary The advance of victory continued, but the darkness seemed to creep down again, and the enemy seemed to be surrounded from all sides, and the rapid melody brought a sense of tension to everyone.
It was in this unsettling mood that the second movement ended, and the audience cheered themselves and Lucien into a tidal wave of applause again, as if the more enthusiastic the applause, the less lonely they were, the more they could unite and overcome the darkness and the sinister together.
Few symphonies have received such enthusiastic applause at the pauses of each movement After the applause, everyone did not speak, and the deep depression and darkness in the heart became more and more intense, and the hidden volcano stopped erupting, as if it was accumulating an amazing, terrifying power.
After a short break and contemplation, Lucien flicked his baton again, allowing the orchestra to follow his mood in the third movement.
The serene and serene melody reverberates softly and smoothly, making one fall into quiet contemplation.
No musician argues that the structure of this movement is no longer an allegro, but a beautiful adagio, as soft as a song.
After the fierce or exhilarating or tragic or uneasy struggle of the first two movements, everyone urgently needs a time to think quietly, to think about what they are fighting for, to think about the meaning of their fighting, to recall all kinds of hardships and efforts in the whole process of struggle, so as to accumulate new strength and reap brilliant and joyful victories Do you do everything smoothly?
Have you ever felt the joy that comes from your heart after overcoming difficulties?
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Are you being attacked by difficulties at every turn in your life?
Do you fight bravely in the face of them, or give up in frustration In quiet thought, Victor once again recalled the difficulties of his life, and he never became a musician smoothly: Forgetting everything, locking up in the room for music creation, against the heart's preferences with the aristocracy, with the musicians of the gentlemen of the association, thus praying for the advent of a concert, but ushered in the blow of failure, is the merciless exit of the audience, is the malicious ridicule of most of the people around me, I was almost crushed by difficulties and darkness, fortunately with Winnie's encouragement, I was able to stand up again, put in ten times the effort to regain the opportunity to hold the concert, and reaped success, but I have not fulfilled my promise, Winnie was called by the grace of the Lord Natasha thought of the past, she was of noble birth, top blood, family harmony, and seemed to be blessed by the god of truth, but life was never smooth sailing, in a short time, the death of her brother in battle, the death of her mother, let her close her heart, carry a heavy burden, and completely devote herself to the hard training of knights.
And when he found his own chivalry, walked out of the shadow of the past, and ushered in a beautiful relationship and a new life, a cruel betrayal that could have been avoided befell him, for all the people who supported and cherished him, he had to kill his lover in pain, and was almost killed by his cousin's men, fortunately, Lucian, a good friend, was also thinking about all kinds of tribulations, and the dark past lingered in his heart, they were so depressing and dangerous, But he gave himself the harvest of moving forward, so that he could run towards the light, chase the sun and success, never stop, never give up.
Have you ever had a dark, oppressive, decadent and painful experience?
Do you learn the lessons and strength from such experiences and move forward stronger, or do you fall into it and never be able to extricate yourself?
Do you yearn for light and success?
Are you ready for the darkness and treacherousness that will lead to them?
In the quiet and soft melody, the strong but restrained feelings give everyone the power to contemplate, accumulate strength in recalling all kinds of sufferings in the past, brew emotions, undercurrent turbulence, and look forward to catharsis, as if the inner emotions want to break through everything in the repression and suffering again and again, as if the hidden volcano is whispering in the heart, and it is about to erupt vigorously that cannot be contained.
Before you know it, the third movement ends, and the accumulated bits and pieces make everyone feel an uncontrollable gushing.
Having suffered so much in their lives, they can't wait to rush to the light, to meet the victory, and to reap the rewards Lucian's movements became violently intense, and the fourth movement began with a volcanic eruption, so that the power of contemplation, the brewing low emotions, were channeled like a flood, breaking through all shackles, defeating all enemies, and defeating all dangers Such an outburst lifted the mood of the listeners in the Psalm Hall and the Municipal Square, as if they were about to see a bright dawn and a glorious victory But the darkness still lingers, the difficulties remain, and the melody repeats the first three movements in fragments, once again giving a thrilling sense of struggle and danger.
Before victory, we have to move forward and rush to the light The melody of Ode to Joy is played softly under the double bass, and the solemn, light, bright and joyful tune seems to soothe people.
But it's not enough, it's not enough It is as if people have come to the brink of victory after countless efforts, but the light is only perceived, and it has not yet really come It's like Victor's second concert, when he finishes the piece, but the audience hasn't reacted yet, and they don't know if it's a success, and the depression, anticipation, hesitation, and tension still exist.
The tone of Ode to Joy gradually developed into the whole band, becoming more and more distinct, more and more large, and countless streams quickly merged into a torrent.
But it's not enough, it's not enough It's as if Lucien had arrived at the port of Padre in the Kingdom of Holm, but the lid of the crate had not yet been lifted, and everything was still dark and oppressive.
All the spectators, including Natasha, unconsciously clenched their fists and wanted to cheer for victory.
But it's not enough, it's not enough Suddenly, a baritone sang majestically: "Ah, friends, why sing the old tunes" "Still let us sing" "Let's join in a chorus of joy" It was like being struck by lightning, like witnessing an angel descending, and an indescribable shiver burst from the depths of everyone's soul and spread to the whole body.
Passionate praises and joyful and sacred melodies flood in, drowning everything and breaking through everything "Joy, joy."
"Joyful Angels Holy Beauty" "Brilliant Light Shines on the Earth" The emotions that have not been able to be completely vented completely gushed out at this moment, and everyone's soul becomes ethereal because of the touch, and is filled with the ultimate divine pleasure.
It is like going through a long period of darkness and seeing the first rays of sunlight that shine through the darkness and the clouds of the earth, it is so solemn and solemn, and it is so bright and sacred It's like Victor who has gone through countless difficulties and setbacks and received warm applause and real success, at that moment, at this moment, his eyes were full of tears.
It's like the lid of the wooden box is lifted, Lucien sits up and sees the smiling Lazar and the bright blue sky, his mood is extremely comfortable and moving, and all the dangers and depressions of the past seem to have paid off at this moment.
Without bitterness, there is no sweetness.
Without tribulation, there is no harvest.
Without hard work, there will be no success.
Without the foil of pain, difficulty, and depression, how can there be such extreme, such pure joy At this moment, it was as if the souls were all shocked, completely lost in the music, lost in the repeated ode to joy in the four voices, and they all felt heartfelt joy with tears of emotion, praising the gift of the God of truth "On this beautiful land" "Rejoice for all beings" "All people, whether high or low" "All by God's Grace" Singing an ode to joy that seemed to praise the God of truth, feeling the joy and divine flowing music surrounding, seeing the faces of the audience below that were moved and happy and containing tears, Fabrini felt the divine greatness of the music with some trembling, the divine greatness of this song, he was inexplicably moved, and while singing, tears slid down his clean cheeks.
From birth to the present, from the brutal surgery to the arduous practice, Fabrini felt for the first time a heartfelt joy, unadulterated, simply a joy bestowed by the God of Truth, a joy that made people want to cry.
While the other singers were singing, Fabricini took the opportunity to look at the conductor in front of the band, who was so dedicated, so hard.
What a great musician When it was his turn to sing, he became more attentive and emotional.
"Friends, in Heaven" "The Divine of Charity Watches Over Us" "All the people worship in devotion" "Worship the holiness of mercy."
Listening to the lyrics that seemed to praise the God of truth, Cardinal Gosse, who had long been touched, and the other bishops and priests present drew a cross on their chests, and holiness is synonymous with the Lord Over and over again, over and over again, the orchestra played, the two are so perfectly combined.
When the clear and pure children's chorus said "The angel of joy is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth", all the audience went out again, from the trembling of the soul to the body, all the previous repressions, all the suffering, all the efforts and all the exertion, all broke out, completely erupted, hearty The sun fills the earth, the world is filled with joy, and the symphony is perfectly rested with Lucien's conducting.
After a few seconds of silence, the people suddenly went crazy, applause like a volcano erupting and the sky falling apart, and they unconsciously rushed forward with tears of excitement and irrepressible emotions, as if they wanted to express their affection and reverence by huddling around Lucien and kissing his body.
Most of the nobles in the chant hall did not care about etiquette, and they got up one after another, rushing towards the stage like a tide.
When the people in the town square realized that there was nothing but a crystal wall in front of them, they could only stop their progress and chant over and over again: "Lucien Evans."
"Lucien Evans" "Lucien Evans" They seemed to feel that the call of unity could reach the Hall of Psalms, to Lucian's ears, to let him know his reverence and affection.
Fabrini had a feeling of still dreaming as he stood on the stage and watched the aristocrats rushing up, but he soon understood that this was the harvest of success, this was the terrifying enthusiasm, and this was the praise that deserved.
"Mr.
Evans, accept the applause and greet the audience."
Fabrini saw that Lucien had been standing there with his head bowed after he had finished commanding, so he reminded him loudly.
Lucien looked up slowly, his face unusually pale, without a trace of blood.
Then he smiled unusually good, slowly turned around in greetings, pressed his right hand to his chest, and leaned down.
Fabricini was suddenly horrified to see Lucien bend over and fall to the ground limply, like a swan that had lost all its strength and wings.
The picture of this moment seemed to freeze into black and white in his mind, and on the one hand, it was a passionate scene that boiled like boiling water, and on the other hand, it was unstoppable and slowly slipping.
To be continued: