The question was answered with a rhetorical question, and after a few seconds Klimt finally saw the person clearly.
Unexpectedly, the person who offended me was the dancer whose figure usually attracted so many people!
Of course, how could he, a gentleman, fight with him in public? He had to get up in disgrace and prepare to give in. Moreover, his two assistants also reacted quickly and had already stood up to grab the opponent's arm.
"What are you doing?"
"You were the one who made the first move!"
"release!"
“Where are the security guards!?!?”
But what I didn't expect was that all this pulling and tugging would trigger some uncontrollable chain reactions in the already riotous venue.
"I saw this piece was performed very well!" Some people also stood up and shouted loudly.
"Write down all the names of these dancers. They will never want to sign a contract with Janus again!" Someone stretched out his index finger and connected the dots with gritted teeth at the projection.
"Shut up, idiot!"
"Whoever disrupts the order of performances is the enemy of art!"
Several more audience members jumped up from their seats, climbed over the railings, and directly struggled with the original group of people!
The rhythm of the band was once again disrupted by Scheler, who was leaning against the wall and conducting. Under the strange drumbeats, the A flat major triad and the D minor triad began to appear alternately.
Each note of these two chords is an "augmented fourth" from each other, which has been regarded as a "devil's interval" since medieval times, with an eerie and harsh effect.
Act 1, Part 5, Game against the Horde.
A section used to depict dance steps simulating fighting between primitive tribes.
This thing is a bit of a coincidence. I saw that it was the same off the stage in some scenes, and it was also the same on the stage. The dancers clamped each other's arms, moved their bows left and right, and performed a vulgar pas de deux, as if they were trying to knock each other down!
"Hahahahahaha."
A resident ambassador from the Kingdom of Lydia, wearing a black feathered hat and black gloves, laughed loudly at the scene. He didn’t know what he was laughing at.
Is it admiration or ridicule.
"I'd better leave directly for San Pelto! The inexplicable schedule adjustment, I don't know what I am doing!"
Niemann, a romantic master who had always had a good relationship with Fanning and published the "Aesthetic Manifesto", stood up from his seat, taunted loudly, and left the theater angrily.
Seeing this move, Dr. Dibben Adim, who was sitting upright on the other side - he is the asset strategist of "End of the Century" magazine and a professor of the Oil Painting Department of the Royal Academy of Fine Arts - followed Nieman in a tit-for-tat manner.
Until Niemann walks out of the channel.
"Genius! Genius!"
Dr. Adim stood at the entrance of the aisle and shouted towards the stage, as if he deliberately wanted Nieman who left the stage to hear it.
"Crack!!"
At the Turner Hall headquarters in Uvranser, during the broadcast, a gentleman who booed was severely slapped in the face by an angry female audience member sitting next to him.
At the same time, there were dozens of other eyes that suppressed their anger and kicked towards the gentleman who hissed.
"Pooh!--"
But at the same time, the demonstrators behind him spat on the female audience member's hair.
"This is a blasphemous attempt to destroy music! Those who try to protect the smooth progress of the performance are all possessed by the devil!" someone shouted loudly.
"No one forces you to watch." Someone responded with a louder voice.
As this was not enough, they stood directly on their seats so that they could have a clearer view while blocking the hecklers in the rows behind.
"Continue with your sentimentality and embrace your aestheticism! I want to use this to see the naked truth under the contemporary industrial wave! Even if it is told to me in a rude and straightforward way!"
"Fart! Is this an industrial society? Open your eyes and see clearly, there are obviously fucking primitive people on this stage!"
"Bless Father Lavoisier, bless Father Lavoisier"
How could these gray-haired and elderly priests see such a turbulent scene? They held a gospel book tightly in their hands, closed their eyes, and kept making the sign of the cross on their chests with their other hand.
The premiere, which was broadcast around the world, spiraled out of control and eventually led to a major accident!
I don’t know why the conductor Scheler and the actors on stage were in such a good mood. Faced with the continuous boos, whistles, and curses from the audience, they looked completely nonchalant.
He made trivial movements in his hands, pulling the stringed instruments out of the winding and knotted vibrato, like the lingering cigarettes in the ancestral sacrificial ceremony.
The four French horns played uncharacteristically stubborn sound patterns, leaning against each other in different tones, temporarily interrupting the dancers' intense movements.
The curtain at the back opened again, and a male actor dressed in a gray and white robe, with a beard hanging down to his waist like a waterfall, and a face covered with cat scratch-like stripes, was supported by several other people, his arms hung down stiffly, and his fingers were stretched out. Limping onto the stage.
Part Six, The Procession of Wise Men!
The clarinet and bassoon intimidated the audience with a single rhythmic pattern, and the dancers began to tremble and alternately fell to their knees in worship to the elders of the tribe.
"Huh? No, the design of these dance steps and the soundtrack seem to be completely compatible. They are extremely delicate and fit perfectly. It is definitely not a trick of randomly changing the beat."
The avant-garde composer Virgil, who was watching the performance at Santa Ramburg, gradually discovered part of the mystery. He was born in Impressionism. At this time, he observed the commotion around him and found that many academics were involved, but not all. Master Lin Si did not. The principals of several music academies also pursed their lips tightly in their positions, looking noncommittal.
"Quiet, please be quiet!" he shouted, trying to stop the external noise.
"Well, for example, in the previous music development of 'Game of Enemy Tribes', 4/4 was the basic point. 2/4, 3/4, 5/4, 6/4, these increasing and decreasing sequences, revolve around 4/
The ancestors of the 4-beat tribe continued to occupy their own territory just like the 4/4 beat by exchanging one after another, thus continuously forming new combined tribes, while several other different hostile tribes took turns to rob it, and the ownership relationship changed for a time."
"So the alternation of 4/4 and 6/4 in the current 'Wise Men's Procession' is easy to understand. Doesn't the extra two beats just match the steps of the wise men who stop and walk due to old age? It goes further.
It reflects its supreme majesty.”
The music suddenly stops, and a slight and mysterious dissonance persists. This is the seventh part of only four bars, Worship of the Earth.
Under the trembling gaze of a group of dancers, the old wise man fell directly to the ground, pressed his cheek against the stage, and swept his hands back and forth like a whisk.
"ah!!"
The audience roared again.
"How dare you take action!?"
"Call the police, call the police!"
Virgil was still calling for silence and was concentrating on his analysis. Suddenly, several scuffling spectators hit him at his feet like a string of gourds rolling on the ground.
His thoughts were interrupted, and he shook his head helplessly. Then he saw a wig flying into the sky, and pioneer composer Solomon Hershey stood up covering his bleeding nose, staring at himself with big eyes.
Creed Hesso on the other side waved his fist and was about to step forward to help, but the person behind him directly pulled off his shirt, even exposing his chest hair.
"Dong dong dong dong!!"
As the old wise man paid his respects, crazy drum beats sounded again on the stage, and "The Rite of Spring" ushered in the last part of the first act, the most frantic and passionate dance of the earth.
"Eggs Cinema Chain Telecommunications, there was a riot at the broadcast point. Someone formed a group and tried to attack the stage and backstage. Two people were slightly injured. Ms. Beshe, the editor-in-chief of "Keir Isum Review" was put in a sack by an unidentified person. It is not yet known.
Injuried."
"Southern Continent Yuantia City Telecommunications, about a hundred spectators at the scene retreated during the mid-term, suspected to be driven away by other spectators. The retreatants immediately organized a demonstration on the street and clashed with the local police force."
"Pentua County Telecommunications, there was a riot at the broadcast point. Some people tried to set fire, and some tried to destroy the performance equipment and dismantle the broadcast altar."
"Santa Ramburg Telegraph, there was a serious commotion at the broadcast point. Master Niemann announced that he had broken off relations with Dr. Diben Adim. Two priests fainted. Solomon Hershe was attacked and suffered a slight concussion."
"Telecommunications from San Porto's Jubilation Theater, there was a serious commotion at the broadcast point, four medium-sized stampedes occurred, and the lead dancer Alan Jewska and the Secession painter Klimt fought each other."
"Damn it, how did you get approval for this kind of subject matter?"
In the manor of the San Porto Music Friends Association, a villa temporarily used for the office of the Harvest Art Festival Organizing Committee, Lasus changed from his usual sophistication and became calm, tapping a stack of telegrams in the palm of his hand.