Chapter 111 begins
The crystal wall suspended in mid-air has disappeared, but the crowds in the municipal square and around it have been reluctant to disperse for a long time, and they are still reminiscing about the symphony called "Dawn War" just now, which is another great work after the theme music trend brought by the Symphony of Destiny.
"But in comparison, I think Symphony of Destiny is a little better." Sara cannot evaluate it in professional and accurate terms, but can only describe it with her own feelings, "Although this symphony is grand and passionate, the 'destiny' is more firm and powerful, and it can move people's hearts."
Lilith nodded frequently like a chicken: "Well, I prefer fate too."
But she quickly frowned: "But Mr. Christopher's concert is so successful, and the new work is definitely a great piece of music, what about Mr. Evans' concert tomorrow? A end, a beginning, if you can't have the level of this concert, it will definitely cause great disappointment to everyone."
And as long as disappointment leaves a deep impression in people's hearts, it is difficult to eliminate.
"Isn't there fate?" Sara smiled bitterly and comforted her sister, who was equally worried and nervous.
Lilith raised her head and looked at Sara, originally wanted to say something, but in the end she just sighed softly.
They all knew in their hearts that the works of today's concert were all classics, and the symphony of fate alone could not support a complete concert.
In a dark corner, McKenzie, who was returning to the territory under the pretext of having something to do, appeared to Alto, his expression distorted and excitedly waving his arms: "President Christopher is wonderful, he wants to use such a perfect performance to make Lucian, the bastard poor man, have no chance of success, hum, such an important concert has prepared several solo piano pieces, it is too arrogant and arrogant! When you can't meet everyone's expectations and can no longer serve as the music advisor to Her Royal Highness, I will let you understand what nobility is!"
After nearly five minutes, the crowd in the Civic Square began to leave.
Standing on the top floor of the city hall, Phyllis condescendingly watched the crowd slowly flow like a black tide, not speaking for a long time, melancholy and calm, and finally she exhaled heavily, as if she wanted to relieve all the tension and worries in her heart.
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In the Hall of Psalms, the most noble people such as Archduke Vaulit, Cardinal Salder, Princess Natasha, and Prince Michel still stayed, as they invited Christopher to the box, expressing their respect for him and regret that a master would never give concerts again.
These big people have not left yet, and the rest of the nobles and musicians naturally continue to sit in their seats, exchanging with each other about the concert just now.
For example, Lucian is using the accurate definition he learned from the Soul Library to discuss the development, development, reproduction, and end of the theme of the first movement with Victor and Marcus.
"It seems that you are really talented with theme music, music with your own thoughts and emotions, and you have almost formed a complete set of ideas with your own style. This is a must for every authoritative musician." Victor was satisfied to see his disciple become more mature and more like a true musician.
Lucian smiled and shook his head: "In fact, many of the concepts and definitions here have been proposed by other musicians in the booming trend of theme music in recent months, and I have only seen and learned from newspapers such as "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald".
"That's true, I've seen similar discussions in the newspaper." Marcus certainly wouldn't admit Victor's evaluation, and then he stared at Lucian meaningfully, "President Christopher's concert today can definitely be called perfect, Lucian, where is your concert tomorrow?"
Only then did Victor realize that Marcus's mood and attitude were a bit wrong, and quickly patted Marcus' arm, telling him not to say anything more, and said to Lucian: "Lucian, you are still young, don't put too much pressure, I believe you will eventually be able to stand in the ranks of music masters."
Since no one had ever dared to perform so many solo pieces in a concert in the Hall of Psalm before, Victor, even if he was confident in Lucian's music, was a little worried about the audience's receptivity.
"If I try my best to do my best, I will be worthy of myself and you, Teacher Victor." Lucian was not as nervous and depressed as others thought, although his arrangement was indeed a little ahead of his time. Even on Earth, the word recital appeared because of Liszt, not the masters of the peak and transition period of classical music.
Victor didn't say anything more, just nodded slightly.
After nearly ten minutes, the Grand Duke and the others left, and the nobles and musicians began to leave, and everyone who met Lucian only greeted him with strange eyes and an expression of trying to be normal, and no one mentioned the concert the next day.
Even old-school aristocrats and musicians like Othello, who were very worried that Lucian's problems would cause the concert to fail, understood that it was the foolish thing to put pressure on Lucian at this time, so he stopped those who gloated and wanted to see Lucian's jokes to provoke Lucian.
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April 5 at 7:30 p.m.
Since it was the last day of the festival, the official last concert, the streets of the Civic Square and the surrounding boroughs were already filled with noisy crowds, while the rest of the city was empty and deserted.
The whole Alto is like a flame on the one hand, and on the other hand, it looks like ice and snow.
Piola, Sharon and others learned the lessons of the previous two days today, and did not perform in the afternoon, but went directly to the municipal square to wait. At this time, they watched more and more people gather around them from the central position, and heard more and more heated discussions.
"I don't think I'll ever forget a scene like this." Cello player Leslie felt with his eyes closed, "This is probably the largest concert in the entire continent with the largest audience."
Piora opened her arms as if welcoming the breeze, her face full of intoxication: "If I could hold a concert on such an occasion, then I would have no regrets in death."
"However, this is probably an unattainable dream." The honest violist Green shook his head and sighed, but how could he not have a similar dream in his heart.
"We are all only about twenty years old, we are still very young, as long as we are still making music at the age of seventy like Master Christopher, why can't we dream of a concert in the Psalm Hall of the Aalto Music Festival?" Sharon expresses her beliefs and persistence.
Grace pointed to the mid-air where the crystal wall had not yet appeared: "Speaking of youth, Mr. Evans is still a few months away from holding a coming-of-age ceremony."
"Hehe, there used to be a talented musician who gave a concert in the Hall of Psalm at the age of fifteen, but that wasn't his first concert, nor was it the closing of the Aalto Festival. Not to mention Mr. Evans' music, he will be remembered by history just because of this incident." Sharon comes from a musical family and knows more about music history than her peers.
In the past, the youngest person to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall at the Aalto Festival was Christopher, who appeared on this stage at the age of 26, and the oldest was a part-time musician who was a great knight himself.
Speaking of Lucian, Piora said curiously but a little worried and hesitant: "Master Christopher's concert and new work were so perfect last night, what will happen to Mr. Evans's?"
In the hearts of musicians who have not yet become famous such as Piola, Lucian, who was born in poverty, experienced ups and downs but became famous at a young age, and is talented, is a role model for himself and others, symbolizing the realization of his dreams.
But knowing that it was very unfair to compare Lucian with Master Christopher, Piora still couldn't help but compare, after all, the two concerts were involuntarily compared in terms of time and meaning!
"Mr. Evans has already had the great work "Destiny" less than a year ago, as well as other excellent serenades and piano sketches, and even if today's concert is not successful, it cannot hide his brilliance." After a moment of silence, Grace was the first to answer, "As long as his concert can be half the height of Master Christopher, I think it will be a success!"
"I hope so." Sharon, Piola, and others all agreed with a slight sigh.
They were anxious to hear everyone around them comparing yesterday's concert, if it was not close to yesterday's level, I am afraid that the vast majority of people would not consider Lucian a success.
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Outside the Hall of Psalm, Lucian, dressed in a black tuxedo, greeted the distinguished guests in the small foyer with Rhein and other band members.
Gorgeous carriages arrived, and nobles and musicians entered the hall, including Count Hayne, Count Lafferty, Count Hill, Director Othello and others that Lucian knew, as well as foreign nobles and musicians who were not familiar with him.
Christopher came, he smiled kindly and nodded to Lucian, telling him to relax without any pressure, and Sylvia, who followed him, also expressed the same meaning with a quiet smile.
Victor came, and he showed his confidence in Lucian with simple gestures, but the nervousness on his face could not be hidden.
Phyllis, John, Joel, Alyssa, Evan and Elena also came, trying to look calm, but the worries and uncomfortable movements in their eyes revealed their true feelings, and they did not change until they entered the west stand.
The dark purple carriage came, the simple and ordinary carriage came, Archduke Valriet, Princess Natasha, Prince Michele and Cardinal Salde came at the same time, surrounded by nobles, they did not forget to turn their heads to greet Lucian on the other side.
Among them, Natasha smiled in her beautiful eyes, raised her purple eyebrows, and said with her mouth: "I believe in you."
By 7:50, all the audience was there, and Lucian returned to the backstage for final preparations.
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In the box, Grand Duke Vaorit frowned slightly and criticized Natasha: "You actually arranged Lucian to hold a concert on such an occasion, aren't you worried about ruining a musical genius?"
He had a good impression of the Symphony of Destiny, but he liked the piano sketch "Dedicated to Sylvia" even more, because it reminded him of the beautiful love he had when he was young.
"Yes, dear cousin, you are so reckless that even Lucian is your music advisor, he is not qualified to hold a concert on this occasion." Verdi smiled and looked at Natasha, "He only has one and a half excellent works."
"As long as young people are not defeated by pressure, experiencing such occasions a few more times will help them grow. I agree to this matter, Her Royal Highness just proposed." Before Natasha could answer, Christopher took the responsibility.
Salde also nodded: "From the previous symphony, it can be seen that this young man has a tenacious heart that does not compromise with darkness, and the Lord will favor him."
With the approval of the two masters in the field of magic and music, Natasha became proud and said with a smile: "Dear cousin, I think Lucian's concert will definitely be a great success, what do you think?"
"I'm waiting to appreciate it." Verdi's face was completely disbelieving, but he didn't quarrel with Natasha, as if he had something on his mind.
"Okay, the concert is about to start." Archduke Valire watched Lucian walk to the stage and to the front of the band.
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On the municipal square, a faint halo lit up, and the crystal wall appeared like two nights before.
Soon, the band on the stage could be clearly seen through the crystal wall.
"Hopefully Mr. Evans will succeed." Lilith looked at the crystal wall very nervously, her hands clenched into fists, and her brother Sara also had a worried face,
Piola and the others also looked at the crystal wall directly ahead with a faint sense of worry and nervousness, waiting for the appearance of the genius musician Lucian Evans.
Lucian, wearing a black tuxedo, stepped on the stage, his hair was carefully combed, and he looked calm and handsome, very temperamental.
"He?!" Piora's mouth was wide open and pointed at the crystal wall, unable to believe her eyes.
Sharon lost her speech at first, and then said uncontrollably: "It's the gentleman, the gentleman who attended our concert and exchanged music with us!"
"It turns out that he is Mr. Evans, no wonder he has such a high musical literacy, no wonder he can play such a beautiful piano melody." Grace muttered to herself for a long time.
Lucian stood in front of the band, smiled slightly at Rhein, and waved the baton in his hand.
(End of this chapter)