After staring at Wolf's back was covered by the slowly closing door, Victor let out a long breath and turned to the Rhein and the members of the symphony orchestra on the stage, saying, "You continue to practice, a good string rhythm suddenly appeared in my head, ready to go to the lounge to write it."
Every musician has their own lounge in the association.
"Mr. Victor, I think your current mood and state are very unstable, so it's best not to force yourself to compose music, it won't have any effect." Rhein put down his violin and walked to the stage, always with a charming smile, with a rare serious expression.
Victor was like a water bag pierced by a needle, and his forced calmness was quickly shattered, revealing a mixture of exhaustion, frustration and anger: "I know, Rhein, I need to be quiet."
Rhine nodded lightly and ordered Lucian and Lot: "Lucian, Lot, you accompany Mr. Victor to his lounge, Phyllis and Herodotus, you go to the piano room to practice your instruments."
Although Rhein was neither an aristocrat nor a musician, his excellent playing skills on instruments such as violin and harpsichord, as well as his always unhurried demeanor, made Lucian and Lott have no objection to his instructions, as if they were ordered by Mr. Victor himself.
On the way to the lounge on the third floor, Victor didn't say a word, immersed in a world of disappointment and grief and anger towards himself, while Lucian and Lot didn't know what to say, so they could only follow him quietly.
It wasn't until they entered the lounge that Victor said to Lucian and Lot: "You two, practice your instruments well and bring the door with you when you go out."
Then, he sat down on the sofa and looked at the opposite wall quietly.
On the wall, there was an oil painting hanging on it, depicting a beautiful woman with black hair and black eyes and a slender face, with a quiet smile on her lips.
The whole painting is excellent, and the woman is like a living real person.
Walking outside the door, as the wooden door slowly closed, Lucian saw that Victor was just staring at the oil painting without any movement, like a statue.
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Returning to the piano room on the fourth floor in silence with Lot, Lucian found that Phyllis and Herodotus were not practicing their instruments, but were sitting there in a daze, not knowing what they were thinking.
"In any case, with Director Othello's request, Mr. Victor's concert will at least not be messed up." Lott thought he would be very happy, but when he said it, he realized that his tone had a strong sense of bitterness, he had studied with Mr. Victor for several years, and he was so gentle and kind, often caring about others.
Moreover, if Victor could use this concert to become a famous musician, Nalot would be able to ignore Mackenzie's difficulties and prejudices by participating in the musician assessment.
Phyllis smiled silently, also bitter: "Even if the problem of the music is solved according to Director Othello's request, who can guarantee Mr. Victor's condition? When a musician conducts, if there are frequent problems, will the whole concert be good?"
"Yes." Herodotus, who was still young compared to Lot's age, couldn't help but press his forehead against the violin, as if he was talking in his sleep, and his voice was erratic.
As a result, the entire piano room became quiet again, and the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard.
In this case, Lucian, who was in a daze, was less eye-catching.
At this time, Lucian was analyzing the scores he had included in the Soul Library and comparing them with the scores on Earth, so as not to copy a symphony himself, and the result was almost the same as the existing music in this world.
This is Lucian's other preparation in order to repay Victor for his care and love, to find a classic symphony on earth, and at the last moment, when he is unable to compose music on his own, he will "give" it in an appropriate way that does not make people suspect that he is a freak.
[Fortunately, some time ago, in order to practice music reading, all the music scores on the earth were marked with the musical symbols of this world, otherwise it would have taken more than a month for this matter alone.] Lucian compared the scores and felt lucky.
Comparing the same string rhythm in the soul library is simpler than Lucian imagined, because it is stored in his soul, and he only needs to look at it once to retrieve the score of the same string rhythm.
In the absence of suppression by the church, Aalto's music is in the stage of slow transition and development from classical music with strict structure and some religious music characteristics to romantic music that expresses his inner emotions.
[All of Bach's music has very similar music, and "Equal Temperament Piano Collection" and "Twelve Equal Temperament Piano Collections" are even more similar, but fortunately I didn't take them out rashly.] Lucian was satisfied with his prudence, although the things he faced with this caution were not a good thing to be proud of.
Denying Bach's music, Lucian is most familiar with Beethoven's nine symphonies, so he found the most familiar "Symphony of Destiny" (Symphony No. 5 in C minor): [No similar melody?] 】
As a symbol of classical music, the Symphony of Destiny is very suitable for Aalto's musical trend, and it is shocking, Lucian didn't want to waste time, after thinking about it, he decided to choose this piece, at the same time, the curious Lucian compared Beethoven's other eight symphonies and thirty-two piano sonatas one by one, and found that there were basically no similar melodies.
As for other musicians' music, based on modern pianos, or classical or romantic music, since the piano only appeared and was limited by the defects of previous instruments, Lucian selected a few pieces for comparison, and there was definitely no similar music.
When he asked about the origin, he told him that he found it in the cracks of a certain book, just like the legendary heroes who relied on similar adventures to obtain magical swordsmanship and exercise the power of the bloodline, it was impossible to tell him that on a certain year, month, and day, he saved a beggar or an old man who was about to die of illness, so he gifted this score.
These excuses are becoming more and more difficult to believe!
Moreover, Lucian suspected that Victor exceeded his moral standards, and without the consent of the original author, he probably would not use this music.
As for hypnosis, with Lucian's current mental power, he can't instill too much information in Victor, and most of it will be forgotten after waking up.
But a student who has only studied music for about two months, even the piano can barely play simple music, unless there is a similar string rhythm in his mind before, it is impossible to write such a shocking, so penetrating, such a beautiful symphony, and whether Lucian has received good music teaching before, whether he has shown musical talent, it is easy to find out.
[Well, just give it a try.] After Lucian thought about it until his head was about to explode, he finally thought of a way, so he stood up suddenly, walked to the piano, put a few pieces of white paper on the music stand, took a quill, and began to write musical symbols.
"Dangdangdang!"
Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were startled by this passionate, loud voice, and either raised their heads from their hands, or subconsciously turned their faces to look at Lucian in a daze, or almost fell off the piano bench.
After the rhythmic and imposing "dang", the next section of the string rhythm is simply miserable, and it can be called noise.
Lot's brows furrowed: "Lucian, what are you doing?"
"What happened to Mr. Victor today makes me feel very bad, and when I think about the life of the poor in the past, the hard work and hard work of learning music, there is a sad and invincible emotion, so some inspiration comes to my mind, and I want to write them into music." Lucian turned around and explained.
Lott was angry and funny: "You write music?!"
"How long have you been studying music, and how proficient are you in piano playing skills? You want to compose music?!" Phyllis seemed to have heard the most incredible and funny thing in her life, her mouth opened and opened, looking like she wanted to laugh but felt extremely ridiculous, and her voice became slightly sharp.
Lot raised his hands and shook them: "I know, Lucian, I understand, you want to help Mr. Victor, but don't waste your energy and time in vain, how can a beginner like you write good string rhythms?" He had lowered the music to the string rhythm, but he still had no doubt that Lucian would definitely not be able to do it.
Herodotus sneered: "What exactly are you music, the black bread you eat every day and can be bought everywhere? Listen to what you just played, it is so bad that it can't even be called a string rhythm, it is a noise that has no beauty and even makes people feel upset! You've only been learning music for less than two months, and you want to compose your own music, you're really a clown!"
"Please, Lucian, don't cause trouble for everyone anymore, it's time like this." Phyllis originally wanted to sarcastic or scold Lucian, but thinking of the current situation, she became weak again.
Lucian shook his head firmly: "I am very inspired, I think I can write good music."
"You ......" Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus had nothing to say, looking at Lucian's gaze was like looking at a lunatic man who was hiding deeply.
(End of this chapter)