Chapter 31 An Admirer (Congratulations to the Thirteenth League Gu Yichuan)
——Congratulations to Gu Yichuan for becoming the thirteenth alliance leader~Thank you very much.
It's the end of the month, and there will be additional updates tomorrow and the next two days. Even if there are other things that are delayed, I will make up for it on the weekend, okay!
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Aalto Musicians Association, in Victor's office.
Victor, who had calmed down from the excitement of his proud student returning after a long absence, chatted with Lucien about the customs, customs and folk music of various parts of the mainland, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.
"Very good, very good! Lucien, you have learned a lot from this trip." After the exchange, Victor was not stingy with his praise and joy, because it was obvious that Lucien had good insights into folk music and so on.
and absorb.
Because Victor himself had toured and held concerts in various countries on the mainland, Lucien described his trip as arriving at the Storm Strait from the central and southern parts of the mainland. Then, because he suddenly had some ideas about the folk music in this area, he took the original route.
He returned and settled down for a long time to study. Lucien did not lie about coming back from the southern part of the continent or the northern part of the Holy Herz Empire or the Kingdom of Syracuse, as that would have been easy for Victor to spot the flaw.
Lucien showed no restraint in front of his teacher, nodded and said with a smile: "In fact, the folk music in many places is great and has its own unique style, which is worth absorbing in our music creation."
"This is part of what we call the accumulation of music. If you don't go out often, see and listen, and always stay in the Aalto, it is easy to become rigid in your thinking and repeat the music. Of course, the accumulation and bursting of emotions are music.
The most important part of accumulation." Victor elaborated on his own ideas. He didn't hide anything from Lucien and taught him selflessly, "And Lucien, all the problems in your music foundation have been made up, which shows that you have made up for it in the past three years.
Diligence and persistence.”
Three years ago, no matter how good Lucien's memory and physical coordination were, it would have been difficult for him to master the basics of music perfectly in less than a year, and he could only perform like a talented musician. In daily communication
Here, Lucien had no problem talking to ordinary musicians, but when he met musicians of Christopher and Victor's level, omissions would inevitably occur. Fortunately, they were all kind-hearted elders and knew the way.
Sean had indeed only learned music for a short period of time, so he did not criticize him, but casually pointed out and corrected him.
During the journey and in Arlinge's life, apart from the study and research of arcana and magic, Lucien spent at most half a day a week instructing his apprentices, and the rest of the time he spent using music to entertain and relax himself.
This situation is not uncommon among magicians. Although concentration is the first condition for success, learning and researching magic sometimes requires enduring boringness, and sometimes it is easy to be immersed in it and cannot return to the "real world". If there is no other
If you temper your hobbies, it is possible to have a mental breakdown and be different from ordinary people, so most arcanists have different ways of relaxing. For example, "Hand of Annihilation" is an excellent oil painter and an outstanding playboy.
.
Just when Lucien was about to answer, there was a polite knock on the door, light and rhythmic, not hasty.
As a student, Lucien stood up, walked to the door, and opened the door.
"President Christopher?" Lucien was surprised to see the "living music legend" appearing at the door.
Christopher, who was obviously much older and had deep wrinkles, was still as clean-shaven as when he was young. He smiled kindly and said: "Lucien, welcome back."
"Mr. President, why are you here?" Lucien still used the familiar title, even though the real president is now Othello.
Christopher chuckled and said: "I was waiting for you, a young man, to come visit me, an old man. But I didn't see you coming after waiting for a long time, so I had to find you myself. I am very curious about your experience and new knowledge.
music."
Compared with three years ago, Christopher seems to be more lively and humorous, and he feels like he is getting younger as he gets older.
"I plan to visit you after my exchange with Teacher Victor..." Lucien said a little awkwardly.
Christopher showed a witty smile: "I'm kidding, actually I'm here to invite you and Victor to listen to a small concert of a young man. He comes from the southern part of the Gusta Empire. He is a man who has suffered a lot but has no
A good young man who gave up music, he went through a lot and finally made it to Aalto. During the music festival, I accidentally heard his performance on the street and thought it was interesting, so I invited him to hold a small concert in the association concert hall for us.
You can fully appreciate his work."
"On the street?" Victor asked when he saw it was Christopher and walked to the door.
If there is talent that can be appreciated by Mr. Christopher in street performances, then this young musician will definitely not be overshadowed by many street performers and bards. His reputation should have spread to his ears.
But why have I never heard of it?
Christopher nodded seriously: "He has no money and cannot rent a venue to play a symphony. He can only sing songs with piano accompaniment. His songs are very popular at music festivals, but most of the gentlemen in the association are not interested in non-operatic styles.
There is a subconscious rejection of non-psalm-style songs, as they are considered vulgar, simple, and not worthy of attention. By the way, his name is Franz."
"I trust your judgment, Mr. President, will the small concert begin soon?" Victor asked with a smile.
Christopher pointed upward: "Yes, let's go, ladies and gentlemen are waiting for us."
Lucien and Victor were accompanying Christopher on both sides. As they walked, he suddenly laughed and said: "Lucien, I heard Franz say that he admires you very much. Your music gives him strength.
Otherwise he would not be able to stick to the path of music."
"Huh?" Lucien asked in confusion.
"Franz's father was an ordinary citizen, working at the bottom of a business firm. Originally, his family had no money for him to get involved in music, but when he was young, his voice was outstanding and he was selected into the church choir.
He learned the basics of vocal music and simple composition theory. Later, he did not want to become a castrato and left the choir. At that time, he had already fallen deeply in love with music and began to absorb it crazily from libraries, musicians associations and other places.
All musical knowledge is derived from local folk songs and poems."
Christopher briefly introduced Franz, "It is a pity that his creations were not loved by the nobles and the public at that time. Coupled with the death of his father, he became poor and had to do other jobs to maintain his life. He
He worked as a dock worker, a warehouse guard, a bartender and a bard, but at the same time he continued to study and create music and poetry. As a result, before the age of twenty-two, his physical and mental condition became very poor."
"Just when he couldn't support it and wanted to give up music, "Symphony of Destiny" spread to the southern port of the Gusta Empire, allowing him to regain strength and persevere. Gradually, his songs began to become famous and his income increased.
He was rich and generous, but he resolutely gave up all this and embarked on a journey to Aalto to pursue his dream of music."
Victor smiled: "What a tenacious young man. Every time I hear this story of perseverance and never giving up, my heart becomes very warm."
"I'm very happy to be able to encourage him and give him strength." Lucien said sincerely, which could offset a little of his guilt.
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Accompanied by Christopher's butler, the three of them quickly walked to the concert hall on the fifth floor.
In the hall, many musicians, musicians and music students who had received the news came curiously, ready to hear why this unknown stranger was able to let Mr. Christopher invite him to hold a small concert in the association.
They filled most of the concert hall, but the first row was empty, because according to the default rules, they are reserved for the most famous and authoritative top musicians.
"Mr. President."
"Mr. Victor."
"Mr. Evans."
When Christopher, Victor and Lucien filed in, they stood up to say hello, and then watched them sit in the first row.
No one raised any doubts about this, and everyone took it for granted.
Not long after Lucien and others arrived, the small concert began. Franz, wearing a black evening gown, came on stage with a somewhat excited expression and bowed frequently to the audience.
He was about 24 or 25 years old, with a thin face and not outstanding appearance. His black hair was curled into "little balls", which looked quite messy, but his expression was unusually solemn and serious, as if he was worshiping in a church.
When he saw that in addition to the familiar Master Christopher and Mr. Victor, there was also a strange and handsome young man sitting in the first row of musicians, Franz was slightly stunned. Who at such a young age was qualified to compete with the master?
Sitting with top musicians?
Soon, he came back to his senses, his hands became trembling, and his expression was very excited. After trying to breathe for a few times, he calmed down and sat next to the piano. At the same time, a castrato who sang with him also stood on the stage.
central.
The piano melody sounded like gurgling water in the concert hall, and the poetic lyrics sung from the mouth of the castrato.
The song forms are small and diverse, and the structure is rigorous, changing with different sections. On the basis of retaining the simplicity and deep emotions, it breaks away from folk songs and bard songs, and is perfectly integrated with piano music.
The clear and beautiful songs make the audience slowly nod along with the melody. Such songs seem to have a certain degree of artistry.
Songs that were either hot, unrestrained, lyrical, narrative, sad, or lonely made the whole hall quiet. No musician had ever thought that folk songs and bard songs could be heard in Franz
His hands glowed with such elegance.
When the song performances in the first half of the concert ended, Franz stood in front of the stage again with some anxiety, ready to accept comments from the musicians.
This is a characteristic of small audition concerts, where you show your talent in front of many professionals to gain evaluation.
Christopher smiled and said: "Evans has just returned from abroad. He is considered a half-guest. Let him talk first."
As expected, it was Mr. Evans. Franz clasped his hands and waited more and more nervously for Lucien to speak.
Lucien said a few words modestly. Seeing Christopher's insistence, he pondered for a moment and smiled: "Such music and songs introduce us to a whole new world, making us forget the forms of ordinary songs in the past."
This was an extremely high evaluation, an affirmation from the person he admired. Franz couldn't help but wave his right hand, feeling a crazy emotion in his heart, and the corners of his eyes became slightly moist.
Lucien continued: "You have fully explored the art form of songs and opened up a new path for us. I have some ideas about converting long poems into songs. I hope to have a good exchange with you after the concert."
After hearing Franz's song, Lucien had new ideas.
"No problem, thank you, Mr. Evans. You may not know that when I was sad and desperate and stopped my music career as if I wanted to end my life, when I stood at the door of the music hall and said my final farewell, when my world
When everything was dark and there was no light, how shocked was your "Symphony of Destiny" to me..." Franz choked up a little but spoke very quickly. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, novels are better.