At 11:20 a.m., in the office of the director on the third floor of the Musicians Association.
Othello's serious pale gray eyes looked at Victor in front of him: "Victor, it's time for you to make a decision, can't you choose a piece of music that you are satisfied with for twenty minutes? They are the culmination of your musical inspiration over the past 20 years."
Victor's face was pale and his expression was dull, sitting on the chair opposite Othello, and the table in front of him was full of his own music, but his eyes were confused, without focus, as if he was looking at something else through these music, which might be the violin, the first instrument in his life, or the eerie and cold cemetery.
After hearing Othello's words, his lips trembled slightly, and he spoke with difficulty: "Can you let me think about it again? Director Othello."
Wolff, who was sitting opposite Othello with him, laughed with strong irony: "Think about it again, can you come up with a better piece? Victor, okay, don't hold on any longer, maybe you think there are good music in mediocre works? Don't waste Director Othello's time, he is waiting to have lunch with Her Royal Highness."
Othello nodded, took out a pocket watch and looked at it: "The time when Her Royal Highness invited me to lunch was one o'clock, and the time for the carriage to travel from the association to the Lata Summer Palace was fifteen minutes, but the heavy rain last night has not stopped until now, and there is serious water accumulation in many places, which need to be detoured, and I should leave at least ten minutes early, and before that, I will take a nap for an hour to prevent fatigue from making me lose my demeanor. Victor, you don't have much time, the last ten minutes, if you are not sure, then let Wolf replace you, he has just been invited by Count Lafferty to hold a concert, and there is no problem with the band."
The Latah Palace is the court of the Duchy of Vaolite.
With his relationship in the aristocracy, as long as he can hold a concert in the Psalm Hall, as long as there are no major problems in the concert, he can take a step further on the road of music, and he is likely to become a director of the association in the future, he took a deep breath and looked at Victor: "Victor, I don't want to take away your opportunity to perform, but for the sake of the association, you have to make a decision."
Victor withdrew his gaze, stared at the score on the table for two minutes, and then stretched out his right hand and pointed to a sheet music: "That's it."
Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to drain all of Victor's strength and make him collapse in the chair, but once the decision was made, although Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, he still felt a little relaxed in his heart, at least he didn't have to work hard and burn his soul to think of a new music, the music that had tormented him for nine years and had not been finished.
"Maybe it's a good thing, I won't be tormented every night and can't sleep." Victor thought numbly and desperately.
Othello clapped his hands in satisfaction: "Victor, I'm happy that you can make a decision, but there are some problems with your mental state, if you can't recover before the concert, I have some medicines here to help you, but it will have a little impact on your health. Okay, you guys go out, I'm going to take a nap for an hour."
Wolf walked out of the office with Victor, who seemed to have difficulty walking, and when the wooden door closed, he glanced at Victor with hatred: "Enjoy your last concert in the Hall of Psalms, and don't let your lady down on Paradise Mountain."
"You ......" Victor couldn't accept others attacking him with his wife, and looked at Wolf angrily.
Wolf spread his hands, snorted coldly, and said sharply: "Why are you looking at me? It is you, not me, who will disappoint your wife."
After saying that, he sneered and left, while Victor seemed to have been hit in the vital spot, covering his face and squatting on the ground, causing Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had been waiting next to him, to panic and quickly help him up.
"Let me go to the lounge to cool down and start practicing all the music in the afternoon." Victor said in a weak voice.
Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus looked at each other bitterly, and now it was time to start thinking about how to cheer up Mr. Victor.
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Leaving Victor's house, Lucian held an umbrella and ran in the majestic rain, the rain blew into the umbrella with the strong wind, wet Lucian's clothes again, making Lucian's weakness that had not yet recovered become obvious again.
In this way, the road filled with white water mist stirred up by heavy rain had very few pedestrians and carriages, allowing Lucian to run fast without worrying about obstacles, but the problem was that after running a distance, Lucian had to stop and pant because of his physical weakness, and the strong wind blew the umbrella to hinder Lucian's progress.
"Maybe a few minutes earlier can stop the list before it reaches Princess Natasha." Lucian bypassed the deep water, gasped while walking slowly on the street that was flooded to his ankles, and continued to run after panting.
While running, the umbrella in Lucian's hand was bent backwards by the strong wind, making him weak and almost unable to hold the umbrella.
"Anyway, my clothes are all wet." Without hesitation, Lucian put away the umbrella, clamped it on the inside of his arm, let the heavy rain fall on his body, and flew quickly.
This time, without the obstacle of the umbrella, Lucian went on a rampage in the heavy rain, and his speed became faster.
Only by doing your best can you not regret it, Lucian's persistence, struggle, persistence and stubbornness are fully displayed at this moment.
The bean-sized rain hit my face, giving me a slight painful sensation.
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Normally, it takes more than twenty minutes to reach the Musicians' Guild from Victor's house, but Lucian only took six minutes.
At 12:41, outside the gate of the Musicians Association, Lucian pressed his hands on his knees, arched his back, panting heavily, his wet hair was stuck to his face, and water droplets dripped down his face onto the patterned rocks outside the gate.
After calming down a little, Lucian pushed open the door and walked into the hall.
Elena was startled to see Lucian's appearance, and walked out from behind the wooden cabinet: "Lucian, is the rain outside so heavy? You are so severely wet with an umbrella?"
"Nothing. Elena, where is Mr. Victor?" Lucian asked quickly.
Elena thought for a while: "It should be in his lounge, I saw Phyllis going upstairs with lunch."
"Thank you." After Lucian handed the umbrella to Elena and thanked him, he hurriedly turned around and ran up the stairs.
Elena looked at Lucian's back strangely: "What's so anxious?"
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The weak Lucian climbed the stairs with difficulty and speed, and after a minute he arrived at Victor's lounge, knocking on the door.
It was Lott who came to open the door, his face was very bad, and when he saw Lucian, he just nodded, and he had no doubts about him coming.
Lucian walked into the lounge and saw Victor sitting behind his desk, burying his face in his hands as if he had lost all enthusiasm and hope, and did not respond to someone knocking on the door, like an oil painting that had lost its color.
Phyllis, Herodotus, and Rhine, who heard about this incident, all sat on the sofa next to them in silence, and the simple lunch in front of them was still the same, without any reduction.
"Mr. Victor has decided on the music list?" Lucian asked them.
Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were not in the mood to answer, only Rhein nodded: "Yes, use the original music."
Lucian took a breath, suppressed the surging disappointment and frustration, walked up to Victor, put his hands on the desk, and said loudly: "Mr. Victor, I have written a very good piece of music, I hope you will listen to it, I think it will definitely inspire you to compose a perfect symphony. Can you change the confirmed track?"
There was still a little hope in things, Lucian was eager, he didn't think too much about the tone and wording, he seemed very weak, and some words were too straightforward.
"Did you write the music?" When Herodotus heard Lucian's words in a state of disappointment and anger, he asked angrily and amusely, in this serious and sad atmosphere, this guy is still going crazy! There is no humanity at all!
Similarly, Phyllis's beautiful ruby-like pupils looked at Lucian with anger, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction and anger, this was not the time to mess around!
Lot, on the other hand, came over, ready to pull Lucian away from him to prevent him from provoking Mr. Victor.
Victor didn't seem to hear Lucian's previous words, and a weak and tired voice came out of his palm: "It's useless, ten minutes ago, Director Othello went to Latasha Palace to have lunch with Her Royal Highness the Princess, and the repertoire cannot be changed, there is no hope."
"Things can't be changed anymore?"
When Lucian heard that Othello had gone to the Latashia Palace, he immediately felt a huge sense of frustration, and was easily pulled away from the desk by Lot: "Lucian, stop playing with your cleverness, be quiet, you must be quiet!"
Although he felt a serious sense of failure, Lucian always felt that there was still some hope, as long as he worked harder, there should still be hope, so while being pulled back by Lot, he said eagerly and earnestly: "Mr. Victor, if you fight for it again, you should be able to change the tracks! The rain is so heavy that it may catch up with Director Othello!"
"It's useless, it's useless." Victor whispered dreamily, did not raise his head, as if he had no strength to support himself, only despair was entangled.
Even if they felt that Lucian was crazy and foolish, but he was so sincere and so hard, he still made Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus feel the same way, but thinking that things were destined and fate had been arranged, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and like Victor, they reprimanded Lucian weakly:
"Don't be delusional anymore, Lucian, although we also want to fight for it, it is useless, so we can only give up."
"By this time, Director Othello may have arrived at Ratashia Palace, it's useless, Lucian, give up."
"Even if Director Othello hasn't arrived yet, how long will it take for the new music to be composed? If you play the current repertoire well, you may be able to succeed."
In an atmosphere of disappointment and abandonment, Lucian took a few steps back, only to feel very tired, very disappointed and blaming himself: "Maybe it is really fate's arrangement that made me take leave if I was injured, if ......"
"It's not my business anyway, if you fail, just fail." Discouraged by the infection, Lucian also seemed to have become like the others in the lounge, without color, just gray.
But immediately, Lucian remembered Victor's care and care for him in the past few months, his three weeks of expectation, tireless piano practice, his persistence and non-giving in braving the storm, and then seeing Victor's dead state, seeing the expressions of Lot, Phyllis and others who were disappointed but did not change the result, Lucian had a stronger emotion in his heart:
That is deep unwillingness, I have made so many preparations and efforts, can I accept such a result with peace of mind?
That's the idea of still wanting to give it a try, why complain about what has happened and not fight for the present and future?!
That is, no matter how many obstacles and troubles there are, we must face them, overcome them, and grasp the belief of hope, how can we give up now? !
Lucian took a deep breath, glanced around the lounge, and found the piano, which was given by the association because Victor and Rhein had transformed the piano, a new instrument.
Breaking free from Lott's pull, Lucian quickly ran over, sat on the piano stool, and opened the lid.
"What are you going to do?! Lucian!" Lot and Herodotus roared angrily at the same time, and Phyllis stood up and walked behind Lucian, because she was closest to the piano.
Only Rhine looked at Lucian's actions curiously and amusedly, what kind of music could there be in three weeks?
Lucian didn't speak, with strong emotions, he pressed down heavily with his hands.
Dangdangdang, dang.
The frightening, powerful notes sounded in the lounge, Victor's hands trembled, he couldn't support his head, his whole body slammed abruptly, sat up straight, and looked blankly in the direction of the piano.
Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus' hearts trembled, and they stayed there for a moment before remembering to stop Lucian.
And at this time, the follow-up string rhythm like a violent storm began to appear with Lucian's playing, fast, intense, and shocking. Such string rhythms were like relentless suffering, like crazy waves in the sea, like horns sounding on the battlefield, enemies like tides, attacking without giving anyone any chance to breathe.
There are occasional soothing rhythms, but they often lead to more intense, more desperate, more difficult situations, which seem to be a brief calm before death.
But in the face of this huge difficulty, in the face of this deep setback, no one gave up, they were all fighting firmly, fighting heroically, making people nervous and heart-wrenching, this was like a huge wave on the sea, all the sailors of a fishing boat were working together to steer the oars, fighting against the harsh environment, floating up and down without capsizing, as if blood was splattering and corpses on the ground.
Such a heart-shaking rhythm made Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus all stop suddenly, looking at Lucian's side full of doubts and dazedness, looking at his face still dripping with water, while Rhine stood up, as if he couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart.
Lucian gritted his teeth and flicked:
Why give up? Why give up?!
You can also chase Baron Othello, even if you can't catch up, you can still go to Princess Natasha to ask for a change of tracks, even if she doesn't agree, you can still use the charm of music to convince her, why give up? Why give up?!
As long as there is still a little hope, you can't give up!
Emotions were integrated into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny became more and more intense, making Lot, Phyllis, and others who stopped next to them tremble all over.
Is it fate that makes you give up, or do you give up on yourself?
Is fate defeating you, or are difficulties and setbacks defeating you?
Bursts of intense and shocking strings pierced Victor's heart like sharp arrows, causing his back to straighten subconsciously, feeling that the Lord was torturing him.
Lucian played quickly with both hands, his emotions resonated with the music, and then he was infected by the music even more intensely, remembering his ups and downs in the past few months:
I want a peaceful life, a warm family, and love my parents and relatives, but I inexplicably crossed over, lost everything, was full of pain, and saw witches burned to death and forced to go to the sirs for adventures.
I wanted to learn words and a better life, but I was stopped by gangsters and beaten by them;
I wanted to learn magic quietly, but this is Alto, the church is very powerful, and I can only risk my life, constantly wandering on the edge of darkness and light, facing death again and again.
Did I give up? Did I give up?!
I didn't give up!
As long as there is no death, I will fight, I will change my life, change my destiny!
Lucian's emotions became more and more intense, and his movements were frantic as if he was about to have a heart attack, and the stirring strings were full of unyielding meaning:
Is fate making you lose hope, or have you chosen to give up hope?
Is it fate that makes you submit, or is it that you yourself submit to "fate"?
Is fate destined your life, or have you chosen your fate?
No, as long as I am alive and can still think, I will not choose to give up, I will choke the throat of fate, I will move forward in the face of setbacks, and I will defeat all suffering!
In the stirring notes one by one, Victor couldn't help but stand up and clench his fists.
PS: These parallel sentences of fate come from the good friend Cheese Cat, I happened to see him write these sentences, and I felt that he was better prepared and more coherent than I originally did, so I got his consent and used it, thank you very much.
PS: 5,000 words of chapter, which is equivalent to an additional update!
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