Chapter 115 ends
Lucian bowed to the front of the stage and to the box, but the thunderous applause was like a tide, without weakening at all, making Lucian have to pay tribute over and over again, saluting over and over again, exactly the same as Christopher's curtain call yesterday.
Ordinary people in the municipal square who had no blood power or the grace of the gods found that applause was no longer enough to express their inner madness, and the long-suppressed sadness turned into cheers, into shouts, and was completely vented.
Although the high-class people with status in the Hall of Psalm were not so crazy, the applause was also endless, and it was also louder than ever. Because even if they are knights, even if they stimulate the power of their bloodline and have a strong will when facing the enemy, they are still human beings and not gods, they still have their own stories, their own sorrows, joys, love, family affection, pain and hatred.
Truly beautiful, heartfelt music never distinguishes between high and low, regardless of race or belief.
Only the most devout fanatics who gave everything to the Lord seemed calmer.
Watching Lucian leave the stage after countless curtain calls, the audience in the Civic Square slowly calmed down, venting their fatigue and inner peace at the same time.
"Although this piano sonata is a little worse than the passion and firmness of fate, it is the best piano sonata I have ever heard, both in structure and melody." Piola saw the crystal wall slowly disappearing, admiring it and feeling inexplicably lost, as if she wanted to listen to it again, "Both works are the belief that Mr. Evans will never give up in the face of difficulties, dangers, depression and sadness."
Sharon's smile dispelled the previous sadness: "The piano sonatas of the past are very different from Mr. Evans' works in terms of their own connotation and musical expressiveness. If we hadn't come to Aalto, how could we have accepted so many new musical ideas so quickly?" The seven-month long trek seemed to be rewarded beyond imagination at this moment.
No wonder every Aalto festival is a music festival!
Grace stared intently in the direction of the disappearing crystal wall: "And Mr. Evans has made playing the piano itself like an art, and I have decided to learn the piano."
"Do you want to stay in Aalto to study?" Piora asked Grace hesitantly, "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" can only be afforded by the upper aristocracy and musicians in Sturk, and we only need to return to our hometown now, with the concepts, structure and techniques learned from Mr. Evans' concert today, we will definitely become a popular band, join a real symphony orchestra, and embark on our own musical path.
"If you stay in Alto, Grace, how much money can you squander to find a teacher? And there are too many outstanding musicians and musicians in Aalto, and we are not Mr. Evans, and we have no chance of becoming famous here."
The silent Green preemptively said before Grace could answer: "Follow us back, Grace. Our fantasia was directed by Mr. Evans, and when it was revised according to his opinions and the matter was publicized, we would immediately become famous in Sturk."
Although silent, it does not mean that Green does not have his own careful thoughts, and he will not let go of things that can help musicians become famous quickly.
Although they thought this was a bit bad, Piora, Sharon, and others did not refute Green's words, and they were even moved.
The expression on Grace's face changed again and again, and finally thought of her relatives in her hometown, thinking of the bright future described by Green, and finally replied with a sigh: "Then we bought the latest issue of "Music Review" and other newspapers, which must have discussed piano fingering techniques and sonata genres."
Everyone else nodded solemnly, these newspapers not only represent the future of their own music, but also make a lot of money by bringing them back and selling them.
Lilith and her brother Sara were immersed in the suppressed and cathartic emotions just now before glancing at each other for a long time, then turned around and walked towards the city gate.
"When we become official...... If you travel to various parts of the mainland, you will definitely find a place to study with peace of mind, and you will no longer be so depressed and painful." Sara patted her sister on the shoulder.
Lilith nodded seriously: "I didn't expect Mr. Evans to have so much pain, I seem to be able to feel his heart, but he is so determined and persistent, he will never give up in the face of difficulties, we must be like him!"
The backs of the two siblings slowly disappeared into the crowd, while Mackanz and Pierre on the other side walked back in a daze as if they had lost their souls.
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Backstage in the Hall of Psalm, Lucian unbuttoned the top of his shirt slightly, and then hugged Rhein: "Thank you for your help, otherwise my concert would not have been so successful."
Then he took the opportunity to whisper: "Mr. Rhine, can you tell me where it is now?"
Rhine patted Lucian on the shoulder, smiled and replied in a voice that no one else could hear: "Do you think this kind of location and atmosphere is suitable for discussing this issue? I'll go to you tomorrow night."
Then his voice became higher: "Congratulations Lucian, you have shown everyone the direction of change and achieved great success in this concert, and you will become a real, authoritative and famous musician."
Cello Thomas and others Rhine and Lucian separated, and also gave Lucian a hug: "Mr. Evans, last time I said that you will definitely become the most famous musician on the continent, but I didn't expect you to succeed so quickly, congratulations, you will be a musical legend in the future."
After thanking the band, there was already a knight's attendant waiting at the door, who had come to invite Lucian to the box.
Lucian was a little apprehensive, in front of a Holy Spirit pastor, could he keep his identity as a magician?
"Don't worry, you have the moonlight bloodline, which can cover up the magician's soul." Rhine pretended to pack his instruments and passed behind Lucian, his voice so low that he couldn't hear it, "Unless he already suspects you, just check it with magic."
With Rhine's affirmation, Lucian regained his composure and followed the knight's attendant to the box of the big men.
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Even if he was standing in front of the box, with several steps away from Sald, Lucian could clearly feel the warm light shining in front of him, because a true Holy Spirit was sitting in front of him.
"Fortunately, I am not of dark blood, and I am not specialized in necromancer magic, otherwise I would be seriously injured if Sald's soul shines on me." Lucian's current strength has improved greatly compared to last time, and he can speculate on the unfathomable strength of the sea of Salde.
After Lucian saluted the big guys, Grand Duke Vaorit came over in person, held Lucian's hands and patted them: "Your music and your performance have the power to touch people's hearts, I like it very much. Hehe, if you are not my daughter's music consultant, I will definitely invite you to be the chief advisor of the court, I hope you can continue to compose such beautiful music, as long as you can maintain this level, you will definitely be a master in the field of music in the future."
Natasha directly gave Lucian a knight's hug, and then whispered in his ear: "Lucian, what good ideas are you hiding? Good things should be shared with good friends!"
She was obviously troubled by not being able to show charm in front of Sylvia in that way of playing.
"There should be none." Lucian replied a little embarrassed, I can't say that I am actually a magic apprentice.
Then Natasha let go of Lucian and smiled rare tranquility: "Your performance just now reminded me of a lot of things that I thought I could forget, thank you, Lucian, even if they are sad, they are still valuable."
Christopher walked up to Lucian with a smile, looked at him for dozens of seconds, and finally hugged him kindly: "My era is over, but you have shown me that a new era is coming."
"It's the same with my life, thank you for your praise, Mr. President." Lucian replied with a pun, his life was about to end an old paragraph and start a new journey.
Christopher turned sideways to let Lucian over, and smiled at the same time: "On behalf of Music Review and Symphony Herald, I have asked you for a long time. As long as it is a review article written by you, it will definitely be published in the first few editions."
These two most famous music newspapers in the mainland are sponsored by the Aalto Society, and only real musicians or people of noble status can submit. Once the articles written can be included in these two newspapers, the remuneration will vary from one to five kintales according to fame and layout.
At this time, Lucian had already arrived in front of Bishop Sald, forcibly kept his calm, and kissed the back of Sald's hand with knightly etiquette: "It is my greatest honor to be able to come to my concert."
Salde nodded, his cloudy eyes half-closed: "I have heard about you, and I understand the sadness and pain in your heart, but you have a tenacious heart, which is why you have come to the glory you are now. Young people, remember one sentence, hardships are the trials of the Lord, and if you do not experience them, you will not be able to truly bloom the brilliance of your life, may the Lord bless you."
Leaving in front of Sald, Lucian did not relax at all, and his slightest emotional change in front of the legendary powerhouse would be discovered!
After Verdi's serious and simple congratulations, Prince Michel smiled shyly and hugged Lucian: "Congratulations, Mr. Evans, you are already a famous musician. On behalf of the Tria court and myself, I extend an invitation to you, no matter when you visit Tria, you will receive the most solemn welcome."
"Thank you, Your Highness. If I have the chance, I will definitely go to Tria." Lucian expressed his gratitude.
Then, Lucian received many invitations from other guests in the box, from different countries in the mainland.
Lucian did not refuse these invitations, only stating that they needed to be considered, because the route could only be determined after knowing the location of the Magic Council headquarters, and these invitations were an excuse to leave when the time came.
Coming out of the box, Lucian saw that the audience in the Hall of Psalm began to slowly leave, gradually empty, and the hustle and bustle outside had stopped, as quiet as night, so he shook his head and smiled:
It's time for the curtain to end, musician Lucian.
(End of this chapter)