Chapter 50 is composed
The messy and ugly melodies came out of the piano under Lucian's hands, and Lucian, who was still in the stage of only playing simple music, could not match the difficult melody he wanted at all, so one note after another popped out, just like the blacksmith in the blacksmith shop holding a hammer and hitting the hearts of Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus one by one, making them feel a manic feeling, wanting to go up and tear Lucian apart.
"Enough!" Herodotus and Lot roared at the same time, some unable to maintain their aristocratic demeanor.
Lucian turned his head and looked at them with "clear" eyes: "Lot, Phyllis, Herodotus, don't you practice musical instruments? Mr. Victor told us to practice hard."
"You!" Herodotus clenched his hands, his cheeks flushed with anger, but his body was thin, he had never won a fight since he was a child, he had a natural fear of fighting, and he still retained a hint of sobriety, measuring the combat effectiveness of himself and Lucian, [He is half a head taller than me, about 1.73 meters, born in poverty, he makes a living by helping people move things, he must have a lot of strength, and he has a friend who is a knight's attendant, he should also practice ordinary swordsmanship, I can't beat him at all. 】
[Forget it, beating your classmates will be expelled by Mr. Victor.] Herodotus looked at his thin figure and found a reason for himself, "I don't want to see you, and I don't want you, a poor man, to get my hands dirty, I'll go to another piano room to practice."
After saying that, he turned around and walked to the door.
Lucian asked "innocently": "What's wrong with him, Herodotus?" can make them angry one by one, so that they can cover up their unreasonable and leaping progress in composing string rhythms.
Herodotus, who was about to open the door of the piano room, heard Lucian's words, his hand slipped, he almost fell, and looked back at Lucian fiercely, this bastard must have done it on purpose!
Measuring the difference in size between the two sides again, Herodotus gritted his teeth and rushed out of the piano room.
Seeing this, Lucian turned around and picked up the quill and wrote down the string rhythm he had just played on the white paper, which contained a small bit of the syllables of the Symphony of Destiny, and more of the notes that Lucian wrote and pieced together according to his own feelings.
Seeing Lucian writing staff seriously, Lot looked up at the ceiling of the piano room, then rubbed his forehead to make a final confirmation: "Do you really want to write music?"
"Of course, I'm writing." Lucian replied without turning his head, "Well, I have a little inspiration again."
So Lucian put down the quill, and the unpleasant noise sounded again in the piano room.
Phyllis stood up and muttered weakly: "Lot, I think I have to go to the back garden to be quiet, I'm going crazy."
Lot sighed: "I'll go to other piano rooms too."
After they left, Lucian quietly breathed a sigh of relief, locked the door of the piano room, and made some modifications to the two string rhythms that had been written just now to make them contain more of the Symphony of Destiny string rhythms.
This is the method Lucian just thought of, to complete this matter with a step-by-step process, first let them accept the fact that they are composing music, and then cover it up with garbage string rhythms, improving day by day, and this progress should be reflected in the draft score as evidence when they are questioned in the future. and adapted into a real symphony.
A genius who makes rapid progress in front of all and will bloom little by little with hidden musical talent is much easier to accept than to suddenly come up with a shocking symphony that can be passed down for hundreds or thousands of years, and claim to be a freak written by himself.
Of course, during this time, Lucian also needs to spend all his time practicing his instrument on practicing playing the piano version of the Symphony of Destiny, so as not to let this famous song, which is known as the "crown of symphony", be disliked and denied by Victor, Lott, Phyllis and others because of his poor playing skills.
This is not without precedent, the first performance of Beethoven's Symphony of Destiny, because there was only one rehearsal beforehand, and the cold weather and other factors, the performance was not good, and it was not until a year and a half later, when another concert was held, it received an unprecedented enthusiastic response.
After determining the progress of today's music and revising the score, Lucian began to practice hard, trying to play the Symphony of Destiny, slowly and scatteredly, playing a beautiful and straightforward piece like noise.
This afternoon, neither Victor, Rhine, nor Lott or others came to find Lucian, allowing Lucian to slowly play the symphony of more than thirty minutes three times.
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Seeing that the sky was starting to darken, Lucian sorted out the sheet music he had written, took a thick stack of paper, and walked to the concert hall on the fifth floor.
In the concert hall, the symphony orchestra was still practicing, and Victor was conducting intently, and it seemed that after a short break, he had temporarily escaped the haze and devoted himself to the music.
Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus were already waiting there, listening carefully to the music and observing Victor's conducting style.
Lucian didn't care about their performance, but responded with a smile one by one, causing Phyllis to show a weak expression.
Sitting in the soft audience chair, Lucian closed his eyes and listened to the music being played, thinking about how far he should improve his string rhythm tomorrow.
In the beautiful music, half an hour passed quickly, and Victor and Rhine walked down together, asking their students with a faint smile: "How was the instrument practice in the afternoon? What are the fingering and technical problems?"
"Mr. Victor." Herodotus, full of anger, accused, "Lucian is so arrogant and arrogant that he wants to compose music, Lord, how long has he been studying music! His clumsy, noisy, and unpleasant music was like the devil's groan, driving us to the other piano rooms."
Lucian looked at Herodotus with a smile, grateful for his accusation: [Thank you, thank you for spreading this matter, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to speak myself.] 】
Seeing that his accusation was only Lucian's smile, Herodotus couldn't help but continue: "Mr. Victor, you should dispel his unrealistic and unclear thoughts, I don't want to hear noise every day."
Victor looked at Lucian suspiciously: "Are you trying to compose music?"
Rhine on the side, raising his silver eyebrows slightly, looked at the sheet music in Lucian's hand amusedly.
Lucian nodded seriously and solemnly: "Today's events and past experiences made me suddenly burst into inspiration, so I tried to write them down."
After receiving Lucian's affirmative answer, the gentle Victor did not directly scold, but asked: "Lucian, is this the string rhythm you wrote? Can you show me?"
"No problem." Lucian is so obviously carried on his body just to let Victor see that a musician can prove his progress and be authoritative in the field of music.
Rhein smiled curiously: "Can you show me too?"
A beginner who has only been studying music for about two months actually claims to be composing music, which is always very curious.
Lucian certainly did not refuse, one more witness would be better, so he divided the score into two parts and handed them to Victor and Rhine.
Rhine took it over and took a closer look, his thin lips couldn't help but move, as if he was about to laugh out loud.
Victor frowned, looked at it for a while, and then said in a heavy and soft voice: "Lucian, I understand your intentions, and thank you very much, but you are just a beginner in music, the most important thing at present is to lay a good foundation and learn to play a good instrument.
Combined with what happened today, Victor could guess why Lucian's desire to compose music came from, so he did not scold him or reprimand him, but instead felt a sense of comfort and relief.
As for the evaluation of the music written by Lucian, does this thing have any evaluation value?
Victor's emotions could be heard by Lott, Phyllis and others, so they suddenly realized something like "It turns out that Lucian's real purpose is not to write music, but to please Mr. Victor by doing things that want to share Mr. Victor's troubles. Hey, how honest, simple, and educated we are, we can't compare with such insidious and cunning guys."
Their gaze towards Lucian suddenly became complicated.
With a curious mentality, Rhine browsed the score written by Lucian from the beginning, and said with a smile and comfort: "Although this score can clearly show Lucian's youth, your immaturity, and it cannot even be called music, there are still many shining places in it, such as these two beats...... It's not bad."
As he spoke, he hummed out those two beats, which were part of the symphony of fate, which made Lucian have to feel that his eyes were vicious.
Rhine continued: "But if you want to write real music, you can't just have one or two shining places, Lucian, don't just look into the distance and forget to look at the road under your feet."
"Thank you for your affirmation, Mr. Rhein." Lucian thanked him politely, and then said to Victor: "Mr. Victor, I will not delay my piano practice when I write music, I am really inspired."
"You ......" Victor wanted to say something, but the recent events made him very irritable, physically and mentally exhausted, and he really couldn't talk about it, so he was going to wait for the concert to end before talking to Lucian, you know, a month is not long, he shook his head, "Okay, as long as you don't delay piano practice, you can try, it's a kind of exercise."
Lot, Phyllis and others looked at Lucian very strangely, this guy really wanted to write music?! It's ridiculous!
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After obtaining Victor's consent, Lucian proceeded with his life as a "noisemaker" step by step, and a little progress was hidden in the endless noise.
Although the strings of Lucian's Symphony of Destiny began to increase later, Lott, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had long been resistant to noise, either left or played their instruments louder as soon as Lucian started playing.
As the last week approached, Lucian was finally able to barely play the Symphony of Destiny after repeated and long practice.
(End of this chapter)