Franz's body was not considered healthy, and he often had bursts of inspiration and surging creative passion, but he was also plagued by illness. So he said to Lucien very understandingly: "Mr. Evans, I understand your current state.
I will accompany you to complete the song."
Then a sincere smile appeared on his thin face: "After hearing the melody you played on the piano and understanding that it is just the chorus of the fourth movement of a symphony, I can already imagine how beautiful, sacred and majestic it is.
And shocking, and this is the first time that vocal chorus is introduced in a symphony, which is a creative change!"
"It is my honor to be able to contribute to such a great music creation and help you, Mr. Evans, complete it. It is a memory that I can revisit again and again when I grow old."
In order to modify the long poem to match the rhythmic beauty of the world's lingua franca, to change the potentially blasphemous words and phrases in it, and to fit the original melody even though the words were different, Lucien had to work with Franz.
Musicians who are good at composing poems and songs discussed and revised it repeatedly, and both parties spent a lot of energy to complete it.
Franz is a person who loves music wholeheartedly and admires Lucien extremely. Therefore, after understanding the entire idea and hearing the melody of the chorus, he did not hesitate to praise him.
"Ahem, thank you Franz for your cooperation during this period. Our work is almost completed. The next step is to practice with the lead singer and choir to see if there are any flaws. Do you think the difficulty is too high?
"Lucien deliberately covered his mouth and coughed, and then asked in an extremely excited manner.
Franz shook his head firmly: "It is indeed very difficult, but modifying some passages to make them easier will lose the original perfection. I think an excellent band and singer can complete this task."
"I think so too." Lucien and Franz looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the piano room, and then the handle was slowly turned, and the visitor quietly opened the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing the discussion and practice of the people inside.
"Lucien, Franz, aren't you discussing?" The person who came in was Victor, and this was the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians Association.
Lucien smiled and replied: "Teacher Victor, we just finished."
"Then I came at the right time. First of all, I congratulate Lucien on completing this symphony that I can't wait to enjoy. Secondly, I'd like to introduce you to a friend." Victor pointed to the young man who came in with him, "The famous
The singer Mr. Fabbrini is also the cantor of the choir of the Golden Cathedral."
As the song "Ode to Joy" was nearly completed, Lucien asked Victor to help him find an excellent singer and a great choir or choir.
Fabbrini was about twenty years old, with blue eyes and brilliant blond hair. He was slender and handsome, like an angel serving the God of Truth, but unlike most men, he had light makeup on his face, red lips, and gorgeous clothes.
, giving people a strange enchanting feeling.
"Hello, Mr. Evans. I have always liked your music, and I never thought I would have the opportunity to collaborate with you." Fabbrini's voice was pure and soft.
Lucien was not surprised by Fabbrini's appearance and temperament, because most of the outstanding singers at present are castrati, and he is also the cantor of the Golden Cathedral, so he smiled and said: "Nice to meet you, Fabbrini."
Mr. Briny, I hope our future cooperation will be pleasant."
Regarding Fabbrini, Lucien did not deliberately adopt a non-discriminatory attitude, because in terms of the current social atmosphere, castratoes are very popular. A countess in the Gusta Empire was crazy about them.
Singing, once a war was waged over a castrato.
"Mr. Evans, I will take the choir to the concert hall to wait for you first. By the way, you don't look well, so you should pay attention to your health." Fabbrini said in a gentle and gentle tone, as if this was how he usually spoke.
After watching Fabbrini leave, Lucien coughed violently "uncontrollably" and seemed to cough up his entire internal organs.
"Lucien, are you okay? Is it the sequelae of the last assassination?" Victor asked with concern, and then made a suggestion, "The time for your concert has not been determined yet, so it is better to wait until your health recovers.
"
Lucien shook his head "firmly": "It doesn't matter, Teacher Victor, it's just a little residual injury, it won't affect the preparations for the concert. I'm a knight."
Perhaps the word "knight" dispelled Victor's worries. He nodded slightly and said, "We are all musicians and can understand your current mental state, Lucien. However, as your teacher, I am still a little worried. Wait until
In the evening, I will ask the doctor from Shantang to come and take a look at you. Don’t wait until after the concert to leave any troublesome diseases that cannot be cured."
"Okay, thank you, Teacher Victor." Lucien did not refuse when he heard that he was just a doctor from Shantang. He could now control his heartbeat, blood flow rate and visceral peristalsis, not to mention some of the skills taught by Natasha.
With this technique, you can completely disguise the symptoms of lingering injuries but not life-threatening symptoms for the time being.
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A little over a week later, the Flower Month is approaching the middle of the month.
In the concert hall on the fifth floor of the Aalto Musicians Association.
"Fabbrini, how many times has it been? Why do you still have problems in this paragraph?" Lucien roared at Fabbrini in the center of the stage, feeling a little "out of control".
Fabbrini looked at Lucien who was tired, pale, impatient and angry, and explained aggrievedly: "Mr. Evans, these passages are really difficult. They need repeated practice to sing them perfectly." He was blue.
There seemed to be sparkling tears in his eyes.
"But we have practiced it many times!" Lucien waved his arms vigorously.
Fabbrini took a few deep breaths and resisted the "tyrant" firmly: "That's not enough, Mr. Evans. Either you give me a little more time, or you can modify these paragraphs to make them simpler."
"No! It must not be modified. I cannot tolerate their perfection being destroyed! Fabbrini, please try harder, I believe you will be able to perform perfectly! The time will be postponed for a few days as you suggested, cough cough cough
, I hope it won’t be too long..." Lucien said "crazy", but he immediately fell into a violent cough and bent down in front of the stage.
Franz on the side quickly helped Lucien. Fabbrini was also frightened and ran to Lucien in a panic, patting his back gently: "Mr. Evans, don't worry. I will try my best to be as quick as possible."
Master these passages perfectly."
When the rehearsal ended, Fabbrini, wearing a black shirt with gold filigree patterns, walked off the stage. Halfway through, he suddenly turned back inexplicably and looked at the front of the stage. It seemed that Lucien's madness just now was still there.
and anxious look.
"Maybe Mr. Evans had a premonition of something at that time, so he seemed so eager and strict. It was not at all as quiet, calm, polite and gentle as the rumors said." A few years later, Fabbrini recalled that this concert made him
What impressed him most was that he wrote this sentence with a bit of fatalism and emotion, "He showed such concentration, such hard work, and such madness. He seemed to want to bloom the most brilliantly and most brilliantly without any regrets."
Brilliant light. I received the gift of the Lord. I was fortunate to know Mr. Evans at this time, and completed the rehearsal and performance of this symphony with him. I witnessed his different side and devotion to music and the Lord.
"
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The businessman Glinton, whom Lucien met in the town of "Massawa", returned to the north after leaving Alto, heading for the Kingdom of Syracuse.
After selling all the goods and preparing to buy the specialties of the Kingdom of Syracuse and heading to the Dark Mountain Fortress of the Principality of Violet, he bought the previous issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" from the local Musicians Association.
While eating a greasy breakfast, Glinton read the newspaper. Suddenly, the knife and fork he used to cut the veal suddenly stopped suddenly. His eyes were wide open. He read it again and again in disbelief, and then said with joy and annoyance: "I didn't expect that I
Just after leaving Aalto, Mr. Evans returned from his trip..."
"May 26th, Chant Hall, Return Concert... Do you want to go? It takes about sixteen days from here to Alto."
Glinton is a large city near the border between the Kingdom of Syracuse and the Principality of Violet, and it is already May 15th.
His face was changing, he put down his knife and fork, stood up and paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind: "I have missed Mr. Evans' first concert, and I can't miss the second one no matter what! And he has returned from a three-year trip.
, the standard of the new works is totally worth looking forward to!”
"Well, leave the purchase of goods to Butler Erlan, and I will immediately ride to Alto with a few guards. If there is no delay, eleven days may be enough..." Glinton thinks that his status is pretty good, and he knows
Many nobles should be able to buy tickets to the Chant Hall. Although there is a problem with time, how can you give up so easily without giving it a try?
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Thirteen days later, May 28th.
Instead of being depressed, Glinton entered the Aalto in high spirits because he received news on the way that Lucien Evans' concert had been postponed to June 1 due to rehearsal problems.
After entering the city, Glinton rushed directly to the Psalm Hall without rest. He would not be relieved unless he bought a ticket.
"What? Already sold out? There are still four days left!" Glinton asked a little angrily, "I know Sir Camich of the Hayne family. I know..." He began to name a series of noble names.
The staff member of the chant hall who faced him pointed at the numerous citizens around him: "Sorry, sir, it is indeed sold out. You see, there are so many people who want to listen to this concert. As far as I know,
You know, even Sir Camiche didn’t get a ticket.”
"Ah?" Glinton turned back in frustration and found a bustling crowd near the chanting hall.
A staff member of "Aalto Weekly" observed this scene in the corner and wrote quickly in his notebook: "Except for the Aalto Music Festival, no musician has ever held a concert with so many people.
As they flock here, they seem to have forgotten that tickets to the Psalm Hall are not something people of their status can buy..."
"Lucien Evans seems to have become the object of crazy pursuit by people in the entire city and the entire principality..."
"This is a strange phenomenon. Perhaps a new vocabulary should be created to describe..."