The first movement: Poem of Awakening (51): Scheler is very busy (two in one)
Half a minute later, Director Senesino of the Grand Concert Hall felt that he had roughly figured out the content of Master Lucter’s anger.
It seems to be about Mr. Scheele's tickets for tonight's concert.
It sounds like it really shouldn't be done. Take myself as an example, I am also "forging a lion". If one day a concert hall allows me to sit in a box, it will indeed be a bit disrespectful. Not to mention what major public opinion, at least in the art circle
It will definitely be circulated privately for a while.
But that doesn't mean the music director knows how to respond.
Damn it! He himself was also at the judges' table before, sitting next to Master Lucter. He came back only an hour earlier than him. Here, his brother, the deputy director, was presiding over the work! Who knows what happened?
This problem is so fucking "micromanipulation"...
He is the number one person in a large concert hall, so how does he know about the admission of tickets? There are many famous people who usually go to concerts. Some of them are from the south, but some from overseas may not be familiar to him. Some people come today, and some people may come tomorrow.
Not coming... For business issues such as VIP reception, the senior executives or department managers below are responsible for understanding the situation, and then reporting to themselves at different levels whether they need to be accompanied.
So Senesino's questioning look was naturally passed to the people behind him, and everyone continued to look at me and me at you in a natural way.
They all knew that Scheler had written two works for Master Lucter to find him, but they really couldn't figure out what happened at tonight's concert, and they couldn't figure out why the master was so angry.
In fact, the reason why Master Lucter lost his temper was because he felt that Scheler, who could write such a work, must have the same characteristics as himself, and his mood must have been affected by this incident. In addition, he had just been unable to do anything, and sent
Ku Ci's decision to give the gift was a bit hasty, so he rejected his invitation. The purpose of coming here now is to meet and clear up the misunderstanding, and also to scold these guys who have no vision.
"Ignoring your concern about where to sit, you now dare to let the composer who wrote "Lückert's Song" sit in the box on the third floor. Next time, should you just ask me, Lucter, to sit on the aisle?"
It probably has such a meaning.
But the above process may be a bit too convoluted and incomplete for executives at the Festival Hall.
If they knew that Scheele was a person who appeared completely out of thin air, not because they did not recognize him, but because no colleague knew him in the first place, they might be even more unjust at this time.
Several directors from the National Opera House next door were watching the show, and there were even some who were watching the fun and didn't mind it, and began to get close to the master's three protégés diligently.
Yes, even if it is not Master Lückert who comes to investigate today, the three people behind him, even if they are also clueless, they still have to send people to investigate the whole story while being polite and stable at the same time!
Soprano Kuci, tenor Nicolino, and bass Schmiders are three extremely senior "blade bearers". It has been ten years since the first one to win the honor of famous singer. They are far away from "forging a lion".
The only difference is some long or short age precipitation!
An opera, as long as one of them plays the leading role, can be priced according to the industry's top level. If two or three people star in it, it will directly belong to the annual performance, and the reputation and honor it brings to the theater can last for an entire year.
Year!
Fortunately, this world has not formed a cultural industry in the modern sense. Otherwise, it is inevitable that these famous singers, who have image, temperament, and real talent, will be transformed into top stars like Fan Ning in his previous life. Then the traffic will be huge.
The sluice discharges floods, and the income is like money in sacks.
The executives of the concert hall were scratching their heads and asking each other for help, trying to figure out what happened. Suddenly someone woke up from a dream and made a savior-like voice:
"Conductor Walter! This Mr. Scheler's ticket is an internal ticket left for him by Commander Walter!"
"Yes." Senesino's deputy director's brother was amnesty, "Mr. Walter, isn't Mr. Scheler your own teacher? How did you leave the ticket in the box?"
"?I didn't??" Walter, who was standing respectfully next to Fan Ning, was stunned for a moment.
"I only left one stack for Mr. Chretien of the Mising Chamber of Commerce..."
"I don't know how he gave it to Teacher Scheele... No, I just met the teacher myself, how do I know???"
"And my internal tickets are in the back area on the first floor of the symphony hall. The seat you left for me is not very good, but it is not bad enough to go to the box on the third floor..."
First floor? Third floor?......
Bishop Castini looked at the deputy director, at Scheler on the couch, and then at the pale-skinned little girl next to him, as if he was gradually recalling something.
Yes, when leading the way at the entrance to the ticket hall, Deputy Director Senesino told the staff next to him to "do a good job in managing the venue." At that time, he had seen this little girl who was very conspicuous in the crowd.
, and Scheele next to her.
"It's me." Luna, who had been behind Fan Ning without daring to speak, finally spoke, causing everyone to look at her, "The teacher is sitting up with me."
Troubadour Senesino breathed a sigh of relief. He probably understood the whole story. There was a bit of misunderstanding, but it was not a big misunderstanding. At least what Lucter asked about "letting Scheler sit in a box in the concert hall" was not what the master thought.
That's what happened.
After he apologized, he slowly explained: "Everyone, everyone should be aware of the matter. According to the current practice in the Southern Continent, for the group of 'discolored people'——"
"Fart." Master Lucter suddenly lowered his voice and cursed, which made several people break into cold sweats.
"The status of an artist is only related to the art itself. The reason why the development of music in the Southern Continent is backward and uneven is because you people like to impose other impurities and garbage factors..."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"How can any of Mr. Scheler's students be mediocre? Miss Nightingale, conductor Walter, who of the two is not a young talent? This little girl must have her own merits, oh, I don't know her name yet."
After Lucter's words changed from criticism to praise, his tone gradually became more tolerant.
"My name is Luna, Mr. Master." The little girl's guilty voice was as thin as a mosquito. She felt that compared to her sister or Mr. Conductor, she really had nothing special about her.
Lucter sat directly on another rocking chair next to Fan Ning. He crossed his legs and took out a cigar. He lightly rubbed it on the wooden table made of ordinary material and lit it. He put it in his mouth and touched it again.
He took out the second one and handed it to Fan Ning.
"Little Mr. Scheler, I suddenly discovered that you are even younger than I thought." The New Moon poet once again fine-tuned the title, "If you are promoted to the new moon early enough, you will become a success."
Little Master Scheler, haha, this is really interesting..."
Fan Ning habitually made a gesture of thanking and rejecting, but immediately took over without leaving any trace. Although he did not have the persona of a smoker in the caravan, the image of a gentleman who does not smoke at all can be regarded as an overlap.
Point, this kind of costless avoidance is best if it can be avoided.
But he didn't know that the act before the two of them, "Lucter passing Scheele a cigarette", had completely overshadowed the famous scene of "Schele dunking on the guitar" in the eyes of some stunned insiders.
As the cigar was held in the mouth, it seemed to have encountered a sharp or rough invisible presence somewhere in the air, directly igniting a dark fire and white smoke with a strong floral aroma.
"Ahem." Fan Ning choked inadvertently and smoke started coming out of his nose.
"Is this cigarette very strong?" Lucter took a deep breath with a proud expression, "Haha, usually the first person who smokes it is a little caught off guard. The tobacco and rolling method are all customized by me, and contain ingredients from the Nerissa Islands.
The cold brake essential oil, and the rich and sweet fragrance comes from the 'unfading nectar' that those guys in the church have always been unwilling to pay even a drop of filial piety..."
Fan Ning nodded quickly and said to divert his attention:
"Master Lucter, frankly speaking, tonight's meeting is a good match. Thank you for your appreciation of my three students, but I just asked Miss Kuci to tell-"
"I understand the first-come-first-serve thing." Lucter raised his palms to indicate that it was okay. "I just felt that the previous generation's decision to invite people was inappropriate, so I changed to inviting them in person. I will leave after smoking. It will not affect your negotiation with Walter."
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"But, what happened here? It seems that more people want to invite you tonight?"
"Who knows?" Fan Ning shrugged, "I was drinking and chatting with the students inside, writing some songs by the way, and suddenly two groups of people rushed in, one said they wanted to investigate me, and the other said they wanted to investigate me... The former ordered
People are not interested at all, but the latter sounds a little interesting..."
"I'm in front." After understanding the situation, Lucter turned to He Meng and asked, "The timeline is like this, do you have any objection?"
"Yes, I am second and you are first." He Meng reluctantly nodded and admitted, of course he did not forget to emphasize his order.
"Wrong." Master Lucter puffed out a puff of smoke, "You are in third place and I am in second place. You are embarrassing conductor Walter..."
"Okay, okay, Walter is first, you are second, and I am third." He Meng continued to nod helplessly.
?What about me? Why am I gone?? Bishop Castini next to him suddenly felt a little confused.
The two people suddenly felt that their rejection tonight was not unfair at all.
This Scheler is so crazy that even Master Lucter dares to refuse! Don’t ask, just ask and you’ll get in line!
!
He Meng's respect for Lucter was definitely no less than that of the famous singers on the judging panel.
The number of "Forged Lions" in the world is slightly less than that of the Insightful Ones, and the number of "Crescent Moons" is even multiplied by one-third. This status alone is already higher than that of ordinary inspectors, and let alone the masters.
Master...he can't even beat this Lucter!
This New Moon poet has already broken through the triple realm of dawn for many years, studying the two phases of "Exhaust" and "Pond". He said that his creations never rely on the illusory "Candle" phase inspiration, but on the strong senses and emotions that are innate to people.
impulse……
More importantly, if he has a temper, he will really hit people.
Regardless of his artistic attainments or dueling skills, there is always one that can convince others.
"I wonder when Mr. Scheler will be free next time?" Lucter rocked the rocking chair gently.
This question made He Meng prick up his ears. Scheler had just said "maybe wait a month" without any end. Before he could ask the reason, Master Lucter came to kill him, and then his queue order was postponed.
I am afraid that the person here who is most concerned about Scheler’s personal affairs arrangements is him.
"I've been very busy recently, let me think about it..." Fan Ning held the cigar between his fingers and changed into a more comfortable position.
"I heard that you are writing a piece of music." Lucter said.
"That can be finished tomorrow." Fan Ning's nod of confirmation made He Meng feel excited.
"That's pretty fast. What about the day after tomorrow?" Lucter asked.
"Sleep the day after tomorrow." Fan Ning's answer made He Meng and Castini's heads start to have question marks.
"The day after tomorrow?"
"The day after tomorrow? I want this lovely student, Miss Nightingale, to accompany me to the Fox Lily Field to get some fresh air."
When An heard the teacher praising herself for being cute, she smiled until her eyes turned into crescents.
"Then what?"
"Then drink some wine, visit the flower shop, and then sleep."
When Lucter heard this, he nodded seriously.
"It seems that Mr. Scheler has been very busy recently. I often did this when I was looking for some good creative conditions when I was young. This often makes me tired. My personal suggestion is to pay attention to the balance between work and rest."
Seeing the two of them chatting and laughing, more and more question marks appeared on the heads of everyone including the Special Patrol Office.
"hiss--"
Lucter directly threw the cigar butt into his wine glass, then stood up with his hands on the rocking chair:
"Then that's it for today, Mr. Nicolino, please give the gift I have re-selected to Mr. Scheele."
"Good teacher." The famous tenor singer handed over a scroll respectfully, "Mr. Scheler, this is a sketch from the last century by Ribera Josein, the master of romantic oil painting in the Southern Continent. The family teacher
My personal collection, I hope you can accept it."
"Sounds very good, thank you." Fan Ning did not refuse, but he waved, "Luna, keep it for me first."
"Oh." The little girl carefully took it from Nicolino's hand.
"Mr. Scheler, I know you are very busy." Lucter suddenly showed a smile of expectation, "But a cigar and a painting, can you ask a question before I leave?"
"Master, please speak." Fan Ning said it was okay.
"What other songs did you write for the Miss Nightingale finals? Can you reveal a name?"
"Oh this, like..."At Midnight"?"
Fan Ning randomly picked one of the next three songs.
"Oh?" Lucter's eyes lit up. The artistic conception expressed in this poem was profound and far-reaching. It was also a masterpiece of his middle-term works that he was very proud of. At this moment, he couldn't help but ask: "What is the key of this poem?"
"A minor."
"It's so simple and deep! What's the first note?"
"What if it's a double tone?" Fan Ning asked.
...This. The more Lucte listened, the more panicked he became, but he felt that he couldn't ask any further questions about a non-existent score. He thought for a while and then said: "Then are there any other poems?"
Can you disclose it?..."
"Master, don't you just have one question?" Fan Ning laughed out loud.
"Uh." Lucter's expression froze, and he regretted not sending more gifts, but he had already raised his hand and said his words, and could no longer regret it, so he could only wave his hand in a carefree manner:
"Okay, anyway, the finals of the famous singers are only about ten days away. Then I will come again to listen to Mr. Scheler's art songs, and I will make an appointment with you again."
He strode out of the private room directly. The three famous singer students had long been accustomed to his fiery personality. They smiled and said goodbye to Fan Ning and his entourage. After a few words with the hospital authorities, they hurried out to follow him.
So this matter can only be let go for now. He Meng thought about it for a moment and finally said:
"Mr. Scheele, look, if I want to contact you next time, should I leave a phone number or..."
Unexpectedly, he was only halfway through his words when Lucter's energetic voice floated from the distance again:
"He Meng, I warn you not to jump in line. My order is ahead of yours. I will contact you to inform you when I finish chatting."