Victor's fame and status in the music industry and in the eyes of the nobility are directly related to the future achievements and lives of Lot, Phyllis and others, so they cannot maintain the elegant and calm demeanor emphasized by the nobles, and their faces are full of trouble, worry, bitter expressions.
Phyllis clasped her hands and paced back and forth outside the piano room, glancing worriedly at the closed wooden door from time to time. Tell Mr. Victor that if you calm down, you will definitely be inspired? New music must be written? If ordinary persuasion works, how could Mr. Victor be like this?"
Lot frowned and looked at the wooden door of the piano room: "Maybe I should persuade Mr. Victor, why must I use a newly written piece? Mr. Victor has many excellent symphonies before, and you can choose another one from them."
For this crucial concert, Victor has written two new pieces, and has carefully selected one that represents his highest level in the past and is completely comparable to the new music, and because the current symphonies are strictly four-chapter structure, the length of the music is often tens of minutes, and only four symphonies need to be prepared for a concert, so Victor is still short of the last one.
"No, I once persuaded the master, but he said that the two new pieces are the crystallization of his musical soul and inspiration, and that only one of the previous symphonies is on the same level as them, and then choosing another one will only reduce the style and level of the entire concert, and become an unavoidable flaw that is magnified and criticized, so he completely disagrees." Butler Ace appeared near the stairs at some point, his old face looking very helpless.
Herodotus rubbed the corner of his forehead: "It's Mr. Victor who pursues perfection too much, in fact, his previous symphonies are very good, and they are highly regarded by many nobles and musicians, otherwise how could he be invited to the Psalm Hall to hold a concert, let's persuade him again?"
He looked at Lot and Phyllis, asking for their opinions, but Lucian was ignored by him, a poor boy who had only studied music for less than two months and could only play very simple music, had no right to speak on this.
Lucian really didn't know how to persuade him, because it was obvious that Mr. Victor had put all his soul and enthusiasm into this concert, and it was not something anyone else could persuade at all.
"Mr. Ace, what do you think?" Phyllis knew very well that among the people present, the one who knew Mr. Victor best must be Ace, the housekeeper who had been with him for nearly thirty years and watched him step by step from a child in his early teens to a musician, so she looked at Ace with earnest and worried eyes.
Ace shook his head, full of sentimentality and regret: "Master will not listen to your persuasion, this concert is very important to him, on the one hand, it involves the status and future development of the music industry, on the other hand, it is the wish of the lady, before the lady passed away, I have always regretted that I could not see the master hold a concert in the Psalm Hall, so the master wants a perfect, flawless concert, hey, I hope the master thinks of the lady's expectations, and will slowly calm down."
"However, we can't do nothing." Compared to Phyllis, who still had the possibility of becoming the wife of a certain nobleman, Lot already regarded musical development as his only direction in the future, and was inevitably as restless as Victor.
Lucian has always been grateful to Victor, and nodded as well: "Maybe we can find some medicines and foods that help sleep and stabilize mood?"
As a magic apprentice, the most important thing to think about related issues is magic, which is potions, and Lucian shows this very fully.
"No, the master has specifically ordered that he should not be allowed to take similar medicines, because it will suppress inspiration and thinking." Ace rejected Lucian's proposal with solemnity and solemnity.
Lucian said with a slight worry: "Can we only expect Mr. Victor to defeat himself? We can't do anything?"
"What can you do? Can you still write a symphony instead of Mr. Victor?" Herodotus, who had already hated Lucian, was now very irritable and couldn't help but sarcastic with anger.
As soon as he finished his sarcastic words, everyone fell silent, because he really didn't know what he could do, Lucian was inspired by some ideas, on the one hand, he must let Mr. Victor find inspiration and compose music by himself, and on the other hand, he also had to make preparations himself, so as not to be able to help anything at the critical moment, but what to do specifically, he had to think carefully.
After a period of silence, the door of the piano room creaked softly, and Victor came out, his eye sockets sunken, and said with deep fatigue: "I will go to the association to practice the first three pieces. You should follow along, learn how the band works under the conductor, and then practice your own instruments in the association's piano room."
Seeing that after a brief collapse, Victor quickly recovered, Lot, Phyllis and others quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that they really didn't necessarily need to do anything with themselves and others, after all, Mr. Victor was an outstanding musician who had played in the courts of various countries and had seen the world, and he knew how to adjust, but the haze about whether the fourth symphony could be successfully composed still remained in everyone's hearts.
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In the concert hall on the fifth floor, the orchestra, under the conductor of Victor and coordinated by Rhein, played a symphony completely and beautifully, with four movements solemn, grand, rigorously structured, and some religious music, giving people a very wonderful auditory enjoyment.
When the symphony ended, Victor walked up to Lucian and others who were listening and observing intently in the audience: "Okay, you can go to the piano room to practice, I'll wait for you to come and guide."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lucian and the others hadn't turned around when suddenly a burst of applause sounded in the quiet concert hall, although the hall had a special structure and had a very good echo effect, but this applause was too thin and still seemed sparse.
"It's a very good symphony, I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such beautiful music just after returning for a while. It looks like Victor, your concert is ready? Hehe, it will be very successful." The words of praise were mocking and smiling uncontrollably.
Lucian listened to this familiar voice, and when he looked back, it was indeed Wolf who had returned from going out, his boot-like chin was raised high, looking proud and satisfied.
Victor's face sank, looking at Wolf's performance, he obviously inquired about something: "Wolf, it seems that you have gained a lot from accepting the invitation to go out this time?" He didn't want to mention the concert preparations that irritated him, so he didn't answer positively.
But how could Wolf let him go, after knowing Victor's recent state from others, Wolf didn't have to think about it to guess that there must be a big problem with Victor's music preparation, so he came over directly: "Victor, didn't you ask me to listen to your music last time and give some opinions? I thought about it, everyone is an Aalto musician, and there is no hatred that cannot be eliminated, so I decided to agree to your request, well, play the four pieces in their entirety."
"You!" Victor had completely understood that Wolf was here to laugh at him, but he was about to get angry when two more people walked in from outside the hall, one was an old man with silver and white hair, wearing a black dress and a black crutch, serious and old-fashioned, and the other was a handsome young man with dazzling blond hair, who was the Mackenzie that Lucian had met, Lot's cousin.
"Director Othello." Both Victor and Wolf put away their emotions and greeted the old man.
Lucian saluted and said to himself: [It turns out that he is the director of the Musicians Association, McKanz's teacher, Baron Othello.] 】
In the aristocratic legal regulations that have been formed for a long time, it is not the descendants who have stimulated the bloodline to inherit the title, but among those who have the same inheritance rights, those with knightly strength are naturally better than others, and Othello is the kind of person who did not stimulate the bloodline, but inherited the title because he was an only son, but he had good musical talent, good at serious works, and was praised by several fellow nobles, and soon became a musician.
"Victor, I heard that your fourth piece of music hasn't been written yet?" Othello walked up to Victor and asked with a serious expression.
Victor nodded frustratedly: "Yes, Director Othello."
Othello raised the crutch in his hand: "Victor, this is a concert held in the Hall of Psalms, played in front of His Majesty the Grand Duke and Her Royal Highness, there must be no problems, do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Director Othello, I've been working hard." Victor replied emotionally low.
Othello shook his head: "I would rather the music at the concert be less shocking, but also to ensure that the concert goes smoothly. Last week, I want to see a list of four songs appear on my desk, you know, we can't let the band not have time to practice music, Victor, what do you think?"
Victor shook his head with difficulty: "No, Director Othello."
He understood that this was the association's pressure to make a decision before the last week, whether to write a new piece or select an old one, in order to ensure the normality of the concert, otherwise, it would be time to hold a concert with another person.
"I hope you understand, Victor." Othello's face softened, turned around, and slowly walked out of the hall.
McCanzi took advantage of Othello's early steps to say to Lot kindly: "My dear cousin, it seems that your path in music is not so smooth, well, in a few months, I am one of the examiners, I am looking forward to your violin playing, of course, I am an upright and selfless person, and I will not lower my requirements just because you are my cousin."
Ignoring Lot's angry eyes and clenched teeth, McKanz, who was already an excellent musician, looked at Lucian again: "By the way, and you, how lucky it is for a poor man to be a musician, this is the gift of the Lord, how can you waste this luck and always pester girls without practicing well? As one of the examiners of the musician assessment in the next three years, I solemnly remind you once."
Lucian was said inexplicably, but soon woke up that Elena wanted to save money to learn music, so during this time, whenever she had time, she would ask herself for some musical knowledge.
After saying that, he turned around and caught up with Othello with a smile, in the Griffith family, Lot had been currying favor with the first heir.
"Oh, so Victor, you haven't written the fourth piece yet." Wolf made a surprised expression that he had just known, but he soon couldn't suppress his joy, and a happy smile appeared on his face:
"Enjoy, Victor, this is your first and perhaps last performance in the Hall of Psalms."
"Hehe, and you are said to be a genius poor student, don't even pass the musician assessment a few years later."
Amid wanton laughter, Wolf also walked out of the hall.
And Lucian noticed that Victor's hands were clenched tightly, and even the pale blue blood vessels were protruding.
(End of this chapter)