Chapter 57: Hold Fate by the Throat (large chapter)
At 11:20 in the morning, in the director's office on the third floor of the Musicians Association.
Othello's serious light gray eyes looked at Victor in front of him: "Victor, it's time for you to make a decision. For twenty minutes, couldn't you choose the music that you are satisfied with? They are the music you have produced in the past twenty years.
The crystallization of inspiration.”
Victor's face was pale and his expression was dull. He sat on the chair opposite Othello. The table in front of him was filled with music belonging to him, but his eyes were confused and unfocused, as if he was looking at someone else through these music.
It may be the violin, the first musical instrument in his life, or it may be a dark and cold cemetery.
After hearing Othello's words, his lips trembled slightly and he spoke with difficulty: "Can you let me think about it again? Director Othello."
Wolfe, who was sitting opposite Othello with him, smiled with strong irony: "Think again, can you come up with a better piece of music? Victor, well, don't hold on anymore, maybe you
Do you think there is good music in a mediocre work? Don't waste Director Othello's time, he is waiting to have lunch with Her Royal Highness."
Othello nodded, took out a pocket watch and looked at it: "The time when Her Royal Highness the Princess invited me to have lunch was at one o'clock, and the carriage time from the Association to the Lata Summer Palace was fifteen minutes, but it rained heavily last night until now.
We haven’t stopped yet. There are serious water accumulations in many places and we need to take detours. We should start at least ten minutes in advance. Before that, I will take a nap for an hour to prevent fatigue from making me lose my grace. Victor, you don’t have much time.
, in the last ten minutes, if you are still not sure, let Wolfe take your place. He has just been invited by Count Lafati to hold a concert, and there is no problem with the cooperation of the band."
Lata Summer Palace is where the palace of the Principality of Violite is located.
Wolfe's eyes revealed extreme enthusiasm and desire. With his connections among the nobility, as long as he could hold a concert in the Chant Hall, and as long as there were no major problems in the concert, he would be able to take a further step on the road of music.
, is likely to become a director of the association in the future. He took a deep breath and looked at Victor: "Victor, I don't want to take away your performance opportunity, but for the sake of the association, you must make a decision."
Victor withdrew his gaze and stared at the music score on the table for two minutes, then stretched out his right hand and pointed at a piece of music score: "That's it."
Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to take away all the strength from Victor's body, causing him to collapse on the chair. However, once the decision was made, although Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, he still felt a little relaxed in his heart.
I feel that at least I don’t have to work hard and burn my soul to think of a new piece of music. That piece of music has tortured me for nine years and I still haven’t finished it.
"Maybe this is a good thing. I won't be tortured to sleep every night." Victor thought numbly and desperately.
Othello clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Victor, I'm very happy that you can make a decision, but there are some problems with your mental state. If you can't recover before the concert, I have some medicines here that can help you, but I will only treat you
My health has been affected a bit. Okay, you go out, I want to take a nap for an hour."
With deep disappointment, Wolfe walked out of the office with Victor, who seemed to have difficulty even walking. When the wooden door closed, he glanced at Victor with hatred: "Enjoy your last chant
Hall concert, don’t let your lady down in Paradise Mountain.”
"You..." Victor couldn't accept others using his wife to attack him, and looked at Wolfe angrily.
Wolfe spread his hands, snorted coldly, and said sharply: "Why are you looking at me? It is you who will disappoint your wife, not me, Victor."
After saying that, he sneered and left. Victor seemed to have been hit, and squatted on the ground with his face covered. Lott, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had been waiting next to him, panicked and quickly helped him up.
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"Let me go to the lounge to calm down and start practicing all the music in the afternoon." Victor said in a weak voice.
Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus looked at each other bitterly, and now it was time to start thinking about how to cheer up Mr. Victor.
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After leaving Victor's house, Lucien held an umbrella and ran in the heavy rain. The rain blew into the umbrella with the strong wind, making Lucien's clothes wet again, making Lucien's unrecovered weakness obvious again.
stand up.
On such a road filled with white mist stirred up by heavy rain, there are very few pedestrians and carriages, allowing Lucien to run very fast without worrying about obstacles. But the problem is that after running a certain distance, Lucien cannot
He didn't stop to catch his breath because of his physical weakness, but because the strong wind blew the umbrella and blocked Lucien's progress.
"Perhaps if you arrive a few minutes earlier, you can stop the list before it is sent to Princess Natasha." Lucien walked around the deep water and panted while walking slowly on the street that was flooded to his ankles.
After taking a breath, he continued running.
While running, the umbrella in Lucien's hand was bent backward by the strong wind, making him so weak that he could hardly hold the umbrella.
"Anyway, my clothes are all wet." Without hesitation, Lucien put away the umbrella, clamped it on the inside of his arm, let the heavy rain fall on him, and ran quickly.
This time, without the obstruction of an umbrella, Lucien rushed through the heavy rain and became faster.
Only by trying your best can you not regret it. Lucien's persistence, struggle, perseverance and stubbornness were all fully demonstrated at this moment.
Bean-sized drops of rain hit my face, causing a slight pain.
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Normally it would take more than twenty minutes to get from Victor's house to the Musicians Association, but Lucien only took six minutes.
At twelve forty-one, outside the gate of the Musicians Association, Lucien put his hands on his knees, his back arched, breathing heavily, his wet hair stuck to his face, and water drops dripped down his face.
On the patterned rocks outside the gate, my clothes were completely soaked and looked very heavy.
After calming down a little, Lucien opened the door and walked into the hall.
Elena was startled when she saw Lucien's appearance, and walked out from behind the wooden cabinet: "Lucien, is it raining so hard outside? You are so wet even with an umbrella?"
"Nothing. Elena, where is Mr. Victor?" Lucien asked quickly.
Elena thought for a while: "It should be in his lounge, I saw Phyllis carrying lunch upstairs."
"Thank you." Lucien handed the umbrella to Elena and thanked her, then hurriedly turned around and ran up the stairs.
Elena looked at Lucien's back strangely: "Why are you so anxious?"
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The weak Lucien climbed the stairs hard and quickly, and arrived at Victor's lounge a minute later, knocking on the door.
It was Lot who opened the door. He looked very unhappy. When he saw Lucien, he just nodded and had no doubts about him coming.
Lucien walked into the lounge and saw Victor sitting behind the desk, burying his face in his hands as if he had lost all enthusiasm and hope, showing no response to someone knocking on the door, like an oil painting that had lost its color.
Phyllis, Herodotus, and Rhine, who came over after hearing about this incident, all sat in silence on the sofa next to them. The simple lunch in front of them was still the same, without any reduction.
"Mr. Victor, has the music list been finalized?" Lucien asked them.
Lott, Phyllis and Herodotus were not in the mood to answer. Only Rhine nodded: "Yes, the original piece of music was used."
Lucien took a breath, suppressed the surge of disappointment and frustration, walked to Victor, put his hands on the desk, and said loudly: "Mr. Victor, I wrote a very good piece of music, I hope you can
Listen to it, I think it will definitely give you inspiration to compose a perfect symphony. Can you change the confirmed piece?"
There was still a bit of hope, but Lucien was so anxious that he didn't think too carefully about his tone and wording, which made him appear weak, and some of his words were too straightforward.
"Have you written the music?" When Herodotus heard Lucien's words in a disappointed, sad and angry mood, he asked angrily and funnyly. In such a serious and sad atmosphere, this guy
He is still going crazy! He has no humanity at all!
Likewise, Phyllis' beautiful ruby-like pupils looked at Lucien with anger, clearly showing her dissatisfaction and anger. This was not the time to fool around!
Lott walked over, preparing to pull Lucien away to prevent him from irritating Mr. Victor.
Victor didn't seem to hear Lucien's previous words, and a weak, tired voice came out from the palm of his hand: "It's useless. Director Othello went to Lata Summer Palace to have lunch with Her Royal Highness the Princess ten minutes ago.
I can’t change the track, there’s no hope.”
"Are things irreversible?"
When Lucien heard that Othello had gone to Lata's summer palace, he suddenly felt a huge sense of frustration. Lott easily pulled him away from the desk: "Lucien, stop playing with your cleverness. Quiet, you must
Quiet!"
Although he had a serious sense of failure, Lucien always felt that there was still a little hope. As long as he worked harder, there should be hope. So while being pulled back by Lotus, he said eagerly and sincerely: "Mr. Victor
, if we try harder, we should be able to change the track! If the rain is so heavy, it’s possible to catch up with Director Othello!”
"It's useless, it's useless." Victor whispered in a dreamy voice, without raising his head. It seemed that he no longer had the strength to support himself, and was only surrounded by despair.
Even though he felt that Lucien was crazy and fooling around, his sincerity and hard work still made Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus feel the same way. However, they thought that things were doomed and their fate was already there
After the arrangements were made, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Like Victor, they feebly rebuked Lucien:
"Stop being delusional, Lucien. Although we really want to fight for it, it's useless, so we have to give up."
"At this time, Director Othello may have arrived at Lata Summer Palace. It's useless, Lucien, give up."
"Even if Director Othello hasn't arrived yet, how long will it take to compose the new music? If you perform the current music well, you may be able to achieve success."
In an atmosphere of disappointment and giving up, Lucien took a few steps back, feeling very tired, disappointed and self-blaming: "Maybe it is fate that makes me injured and ask for leave, if..."
"It's not my business anyway. If you fail, just fail." Being infected and discouraged, Lucien seemed to have become like the other people in the lounge, without color and just gloomy.
But immediately, Lucien thought of Victor's care and concern for him in the past few months, of his three weeks of full of expectations and unremitting piano practice, and of his persistence and unremitting efforts to come here despite the storm.
After giving up, and then seeing Victor's state as if he were dead, and seeing the expressions of Lott, Phyllis and others who were disappointed but didn't change their minds about the outcome, Lucien felt a stronger emotion emerge in his heart:
It was a feeling of deep reluctance. I had already made so much preparation and effort, could I just accept such a result with peace of mind?
That’s an idea I still want to try. Why complain about what has happened instead of fighting for the present and the future?!
That is the belief that no matter how big the obstacles and troubles are, we have to face them, overcome them, and grasp the hope. How can we give up now?!
Lucien took a deep breath, looked around the lounge, and found the piano. This was because Victor Rhein transformed the piano into a brand new instrument, so he was given one by the association. It was just a piece of equipment in the lounge.
The decoration represents Victor's role on this instrument.
Breaking free from Lot's pull, Lucien quickly ran over, sat on the piano stool, and opened the piano cover.
"What are you doing?! Lucien!" Lot and Herodotus shouted angrily at the same time. Phyllis stood up and walked behind Lucien because she was closest to the piano.
Only Rhine looked at Lucien's actions with curiosity and amusement. What kind of music could be produced in three weeks?
Lucien didn't say anything, but with strong emotions, he pressed his hands heavily.
Dang dang dang, dang dang dang.
A frightening and shocking powerful note sounded in the lounge. Victor's hands trembled, and without supporting his head, he suddenly played and sat up straight, looking blankly in the direction of the piano.
Phyllis, Lot and Herodotus' hearts trembled for a while, and they stayed where they were for a moment before they remembered to stop Lucien.
At this time, the following chords like a violent storm began to appear as Lucien played, fast, fierce and shocking. Such chords continued one after another, like merciless suffering, like the waves in the sea
Crazy huge waves are like horns sounding on the battlefield, and the tide of enemies attacks without giving anyone any chance to breathe.
Occasionally there will be a short soothing melody, but it often brings more intense, more desperate, and more difficult situations, which seems to be the short calm before death.
But in the face of this huge difficulty, in the face of this deep setback, no one gave up, they were all striving hard and fighting heroically, which made people nervous and heart-wrenching, as if they were on a sea with huge waves.
, all the sailors of a fishing boat are working together to control the sails and oars, fighting against the harsh environment, floating up and down without capsizing, as if blood is splashing, and on the battlefield with corpses on the ground, each phalanx faces the overwhelming
The arrows and flying spears were unwavering, the people in front fell down, and the people behind were replenished, still maintaining an orderly queue.
Such a shocking melody made Phyllis, Lot and Herodotus all stop suddenly, looking at Lucien's profile with confusion and confusion, looking at his face with water drops still flowing, and
Rhine stood up immediately, seemingly unable to suppress the emotions in his heart.
Lucien gritted his teeth and played:
Why give up? Why give up?!
You can also chase Baron Othello. Even if you can't catch up, you can still go to Princess Natasha and ask for a change of music. Even if she doesn't agree, you can still convince her with the charm of music. Why give up? Why give up?!
As long as there is still a little hope, don't give up!
Emotions were integrated into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny became more and more intense, causing Lott, Phyllis and others who stopped next to them to tremble all over.
Did fate make you give up, or did you give up on yourself?
Did fate defeat you, or did difficulties and setbacks defeat you?
Waves of fierce and shocking chords pierced Victor's heart like sharp arrows, causing him to straighten his back subconsciously, feeling that the Lord was torturing him.
Lucien played quickly with his hands, his emotions resonated with the music, and then he was more intensely affected by the music, remembering his ups and downs in the past few months:
I wanted a peaceful life, a warm family, and loved my parents and relatives, but I traveled through time inexplicably, lost everything, and was full of pain. I also saw a witch being burned to death and was forced to venture into the sewers;
I wanted to learn writing and have a better life, but I was blocked by gangs and beaten by them;
I want to learn magic quietly, but this is Alto, the Alto where the church is very powerful. I can only risk my life and keep walking on the edge of darkness and light, falling to the ground again and again.
To death.
Did I give up? Did I give up?!
I didn't give up!
As long as there is no death, I will fight, I will change my life and my destiny!
Lucien's emotions became more and more intense, his movements were frantic as if he was about to have a heart attack, and the exciting chords were full of unyielding meaning:
Is it fate that makes you lose hope, or do you choose to give up hope?
Did fate make you surrender, or did you obey "fate" yourself?
Is it destiny that determines your life, or do you choose your destiny?
No, as long as I am alive and I can still think, I will not choose to give up. I will hold the throat of fate, I will move forward in the face of setbacks, and I will defeat all suffering!
Amidst the exciting notes one after another, Victor couldn't help but stand up and clenched his fists.
PS: These parallel sentences about fate come from my good friend Cheese Cat. I happened to see these sentences written by him and felt that they were better prepared and more consistent than mine, so I used them after getting his permission.
Thank you so much.
PS: A 5,000-word chapter is equivalent to adding more chapters!