Lucian's original plan was to use the piano version of the Symphony of Destiny to inspire Victor, and even let him directly supplement the melody, improve the details and then adapt the symphony music, so that the surprise he caused was limited to a few people such as Victor, Lott, and Rhein, and would not be known by the vast majority of people, making himself a freak in their eyes, so as to attract the attention of others.
But at this time, Lucian had no way to shirk it, and agreed without hesitation: "Okay, Mr. Victor."
As Victor said before, genius does not need a reason, and in this matter, others suspect that they are plagiarism, and do not think about their identity as a magician at all, or associate themselves with the devil, demons, etc., because these seem to be two completely opposite things.
In the vast number of religious texts in the music library, music is described as a precious treasure given to mankind by the God of truth, a weapon that motivates people to move forward in difficult times, and I have only heard of magicians, devils, etc. "giving" people with powerful power, beautiful singing voices, and skillful playing skills.
And from the reading of travelogues, religious classics, etc. during this period, as well as from his interactions with Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus, Lucian vaguely realized that there was a gap between the church and the aristocracy.
Therefore, Lucian judged that it was impossible for the church to see a person of status perform divine inspection without evidence, especially since the Musicians' Association was closely related to the nobility and the church.
The only thing to worry about is that when you are invited to perform or participate in banquets in the future, if you encounter an important person coming, you will inevitably be inspected to prevent assassins.
However, if you are already a musician with a lot of status, status, and reputation before that, the inspection will definitely become superficial and lax, and it will be easy to deal with.
Rhine picked up a quill and a stack of white paper from the desk, walked to the piano and handed it to Lucian.
Putting the white paper on the music stand, Lucian picked up the quill and was about to start writing, when he suddenly sneezed several times, his weak body felt a chill and couldn't help but tremble, and the rain on his hair splashed onto the white paper with the sneezing action, and the water halo was rendered little by little.
Only then did Victor notice Lucian's condition, and his whole body was soaked: "Lucian, you didn't hold an umbrella?" Phyllis blushed slightly, because Lucian's linen bolero was tightly attached to his body, showing off the thin but toned figure he had developed in recent months.
"I hit it, but it was raining heavily outside, so I ran over again." Lucian didn't say that he ran over directly in the rain.
Victor looked relieved and moved: "Lucian, I have several sets of clothes in the lounge, you are about the same height and body shape as me, go change them quickly, it looks like you're going to get sick."
"Go ahead, Lucian, leave the writing of the music to me, and I'll see if I can restore it completely." Rhine also urged Lucian and took the quill from his hand.
During this action, Lucian had a brief contact with Rhine's fingers, and slightly strangely found that Rhine's body temperature was a little colder than that of himself, a soaked guy, as if his physique was a bit special?
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In another room in the lounge, Lucian dried his hair and body, and changed into Victor's white shirt, black dress jacket, black skinny pants and leather shoes, and immediately felt dry and refreshing.
Then Lucian looked in the mirror and sorted out his clothes, and unexpectedly found that he was wearing formal clothes for the first time, although he was of ordinary height, but he had black hair and black eyes, and he had a bit of a delicate and handsome taste, but it was not that kind of weak feeling, but a quiet and calm handsomeness.
Lucian opened the door of the room and walked out, Rhine, who was restoring the recorded music, was immersed in the music without any reaction, while Victor turned around, looked at Lucian from head to toe, and nodded with satisfaction: "Yes, what a beautiful young man."
Seeing Lucian like this, the little doubt that still remained in the hearts of Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus completely disappeared.
It is not the prerogative of the people of the earth to judge people by their appearance.
"Lucian, come and see what Mr. Rhein wrote in front of you, right?" Victor greeted Lucian over.
Lucian passed by Lot, and Lot whispered with a very noble, standardized, and polite smile: "Lucian, I hope I can discuss music with you often in the future."
"No problem." Lucian replied equally politely.
Phyllis heard the conversation between the two, and after biting her plump lips with her snow-white teeth, she also whispered with a faint blush: "Lucian, I apologize to you for my previous prejudices, and I hope to get along well with you in the future and discuss music well."
Although Lucian's performance of refusing to give up today and the touching music deeply shook Phyllis's heart, it was not enough to make her like it, and the blush on her face was more of a shyness and hesitation.
Only Herodotus stood on the other side with mixed emotions, his head lowered, looking at his toes, and not speaking.
After accepting Phyllis' apology, Lucian walked to the piano and discussed the music with Rhine and Victor.
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Phyllis saw through the window Baron Othello's carriage driving into the association through a much smaller rain curtain.
Victor motioned for Lucian to sort out the stack of scores, and said happily: "Actually, the part of the melody you couldn't compose has almost been revealed in your emotional performance just now, so I was able to fill in most of it so quickly. It seems that music really needs emotional resonance, and piety and gratitude are one of them, so music with religious themes is always more touching than music that simply expresses the beauty of music."
"Okay, although there are still parts of this music that have not been perfected, it is just a matter of some details, and you can get it registered with the association first. As for Director Othello, I think he can't resist such a great music, and I believe Her Royal Highness will not mind changing the repertoire."
Lucian's playing just now was in the mood of anger and unwillingness, and the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart exploded, and the longing for his relatives, the pain of losing everything in the past, the struggle against all kinds of setbacks and difficulties encountered, and the idea of not giving up and not giving up were all integrated into the piano playing. They are not detailed or perfect, but they are enough inspiration for Victor to complement.
Under the leadership of Victor, Lucian followed him to a room on the third floor, where an old gentleman with glasses and all white hair was sitting, he glanced at Victor and Lucian with light gray eyes, and said flatly: "Victor, have you finished your symphony?"
"Joseph, it's not me, it's my student Lucian, who wrote an excellent work, and I brought him to register." After Victor replied, he introduced to Lucian: "This is Mr. Joseph, a senior music critic who has heard most of the music, including elf music, etc., and is also a trainee pastor.
Joseph looked at Lucian very strangely, and said suspiciously: "How long have you been studying music with you? It's very talented to be able to write a work so quickly." Then he took the sheet music, pushed his glasses, and looked at it seriously.
"This, three months." Victor wiped away the cold sweat that didn't exist, counting the time Lucian had started learning words, and rounded it up.
Joseph said "ah" and looked up from the score: "Three months?" Then he hurriedly buried his head in disbelief and looked at the score again, with a funny and angry attitude, Victor, are you here to play tricks on me?
Victor didn't answer, just waited next to him with a smile on his face, waiting for him to finish reading.
The smile on Joseph's face slowly disappeared, gradually becoming solemn, and then he hummed the melody silently with a beat.
His expression quickly became wonderful, as if he was immersed in the world of music, and even his hands couldn't help but clench, release, wave, and twitch, like a conductor with a fierce style.
After more than ten minutes, Joseph breathed a long sigh of relief, with relief and encouraged excitement, and said to Victor: "What a great work, it reminds me of the battle against dark creatures and evil creatures in the Dark Mountains in the past. This is a great piece of music that never compromises and never gives up in the face of evil."
"Wait, you said it was written by your students?" Joseph remembered the conversation just now, stood up suddenly, his glasses slipped off the bridge of his nose and fell on the table, making a loud broken sound: "He has only been learning music for three months?!"
His expression was a little distorted with shock.
"As you can see." He picked up his eyes and waved them: "Well, geniuses always appear to shatter our common sense, confidence, uh, and glasses, at least I don't think it's plagiarism, except that there is no melody of the music that is the same as it, it is in line with the firm persistence and fighting spirit you show Lucian."
"However, to make sure that no one questions you, Lucian, you need to come up with a piece every one to two years that is not inferior to this work, and usually show a talent that matches your genius." Joseph, who had his own experience and loved this piece very much, felt that there could be no better music.
"In a year or two, I shouldn't be here, it seems that I don't need to copy much ......." Lucian watched as Joseph performed his magic to copy the score and make a time stamp.
After Joseph finished it, he asked casually: "Is there a piece title? Now it's popular to give your own music a name."
"Let's call it fate."
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After registering, leaving Joseph, who was still looking at the score appreciatively, Victor took Lucian outside the office of Director Othello.
"Maybe Wait a minute, Director Othello's expression won't be much better than Joseph's."
When knocking on the door, Victor suddenly laughed, with a sense of ease and humor that he had not had in previous months.
(End of this chapter)