Chapter 292 Attracting Attention (Second Update)
Franz's body is not healthy, and he often has a burst of inspiration and creative passion, but he is plagued by illness, so he said to Lucian very understandingly: "Mr. Evans, I understand your current state, and I will accompany you to complete the song."
Then a sincere smile appeared on his thin face: "After hearing the melody of the song you played on the piano and realizing that it was just a chorus of the fourth movement of a symphony, I could already imagine its beauty, sacredness, majesty and shock, and this was the first time that a vocal chorus was introduced into a symphony, which was a creative change!"
"It is my honor to be able to contribute to such a great musical creation and help you, Mr. Evans, complete it, and it is a memory that I can relive again when I am old."
In order to modify the long poem to match the rhymic beauty of this universal language, to change the potentially blasphemous words and phrases in it, and to match the original melody when the words are different, Lucian had to repeatedly discuss the revision with Franz, a musician who was good at composing poetry and songs, and both sides spent a lot of energy to complete.
Franz was a man who loved music with all his heart and admired Lucian very much, so he did not hesitate to praise himself after understanding all the ideas and hearing the melody of the chorus.
"Ahem, ahem, thank you Franz, for your cooperation during this time, our work is almost complete, and the next step is to practice with the lead singer and choir to see if there are any flaws. Do you think the difficulty is too high?" Lucian deliberately covered his mouth and coughed, and then asked in an abnormally hyperactive posture.
Franz shook his head firmly: "It's really difficult, but modifying some passages makes them easy and loses their original perfection, and I think great bands and singers can complete this task."
"I think so too." Lucian and Franz looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, there was a gentle knock on the door of the piano room, and then the hand slowly rotated, and the visitor quietly pushed the door open—he seemed afraid of disturbing the discussion and practice of the people inside.
"Lucian, Franz, aren't you discussing?" The person who came in was Victor, and this is the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians Association.
Lucian replied with a smile: "Teacher Victor, we just ended."
"Then I'm here at the right time, first to congratulate Lucian on completing this symphony that I can't wait to enjoy, and then to introduce you to a friend." Victor pointed to the young man who came in with him, "The famous singer Mr. Fabrini, who is also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral Choir."
As the song "Ode to Joy" was nearing completion, Lucian asked Victor to help him find a great singer and a great choir or choir.
Fabrini was about twenty years old, with blue eyes, brilliant blond hair, slender and handsome, like an angel who served the God of truth, but unlike most men, he had light makeup on his face, rosy lips, and gorgeous clothes, giving people a strange and bewitching feeling.
"Hello, Mr. Evans. I have always loved your music and never thought I would have the opportunity to work with you." Fabrini's voice was pure and soft.
Lucian was not surprised by Fabrini's appearance and temperament, because most of the outstanding singers are eunuchs, and he is also the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral, so he smiled and said: "Nice to meet you, Mr. Fabrini, I hope we have a happy next cooperation."
For Fabrini, Lucian did not deliberately make a non-discriminatory attitude, because in terms of the current social atmosphere, eunuch singers are very sought after. There was a countess in the Gusta Empire who liked their singing madly and once started a war for a eunuch singer.
"Mr. Evans, I will take the choir to the recital hall and wait for you. By the way, your face is not very good, pay attention to your body." Fabrini's tone was gentle and honest, as if he usually spoke like this.
After watching Fabrini leave, Lucian coughed violently "uncontrollably", as if he was about to cough out his entire internal organs.
"Lucian, are you okay? Is it the aftermath of the last assassination?" Victor asked with concern, and then made a suggestion, "Your concert hasn't been set yet, so it's better to wait until your body recovers."
Lucian shook his head "firmly": "It's okay, Teacher Victor, it's just a little residual injury, it won't affect the preparation for the concert, I'm a knight."
Perhaps the word knight dispelled Victor's concerns, he nodded lightly and said, "We are all musicians, and I can understand your current mental state, Lucian, but as your teacher, I am still a little uneasy. In the evening, I will ask the doctor of Shantang to show you, and don't wait until the concert leaves any incurable troubles."
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Victor." Hearing that it was only Shantang's doctor, Lucian did not refuse, he could now control his heartbeat, blood flow rate and internal organ peristalsis, not to mention some techniques taught by Natasha, which could completely disguise the symptoms of lingering injuries but not life-threatening for the time being.
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A little over a week later, the month of flowers is approaching the middle of the month.
In the recital hall on the fifth floor of the Aalto Musicians Association.
"Fabrini, how many times has it been? Why do you still have problems in this paragraph?" Lucian's emotions were a little "out of control" and roared at Fabrini in the center of the stage.
Fabrini looked at the tired, pale, impatient and irritable Lucian, and explained very aggrievedly: "Mr. Evans, these passages are too difficult and require repeated practice to sing them perfectly." There seemed to be crystal tears flashing in his blue eyes.
"But we have practiced many times!" Lucian waved his arms vigorously.
Fabrini took a few deep breaths and resisted the "tyrant" strongly: "It's not enough, Mr. Evans, either you give me a little more time, or revise these paragraphs to make them simpler."
"No! Absolutely cannot be modified, and I cannot tolerate their perfection being destroyed! Fabrini, please work harder, I'm sure you'll be able to perform perfectly! The time will be postponed for a few days as you suggested, ahem, I hope it won't be too long......" Lucian said "crazy", but immediately fell into a violent cough and bent down to squat in front of the stage.
Franz on the side hurriedly supported Lucian, and Fabrini was also frightened and ran to Lucian in a panic, patting him on the back gently: "Mr. Evans, don't worry, I will try to master these paragraphs perfectly as soon as possible."
At the end of this rehearsal, Fabrini walked off the stage wearing a black shirt inlaid with gold thread patterns. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around inexplicably and looked at the front of the stage, as if Lucian's crazy and anxious appearance just now remained.
"Maybe Mr. Evans already had a premonition of something at that time, so he seemed so eager, so strict, and not at all as quiet, calm, polite and gentle as the rumors." A few years later, when Fabrini recalled what impressed him the most about this concert, he wrote this text with a bit fatalism and a little emotion, "He showed such concentration, such effort, such madness, as if he wanted to bloom the brightest and most brilliant light without regrets. I have been blessed by the Lord to meet Mr. Evans at this time, and to complete the rehearsal and performance of this symphony with him, witnessing his different side and devotion to music and the Lord."
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The merchant Grinton, whom Lucian met in the town of "Masawa", returned to the north and went to the Syracuse Kingdom after leaving Aalto.
When he sold all his goods and was about to buy the specialties of the Kingdom of Syracuse to go to the Dark Mountains Fortress of the Principality of Waorit, he bought the previous issue of "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald" from the local musicians' association.
While eating a greasy breakfast, Glinton was reading the newspaper, when suddenly his knife and fork for cutting the veal steak suddenly stopped, his eyes widened, and he read it again and again in disbelief, and then said with joy and annoyance: "I didn't expect that as soon as I left Aalto, Mr. Evans returned to ...... after the trip."
"May 26th, Psalm Hall, Return Concert...... Do you want to go? It will take about sixteen days from here to Aalto."
Glinton is located in a large city near the border between the Kingdom of Syracuse and the Principality of Waorit, and it is currently May 15th.
His face changed, he put down his knife and fork, got up and paced back and forth, and finally made up his mind: "I have missed Mr. Evans' first concert, and I can't miss the second one anyway! And he has returned from a three-year trip, and the level of his new work is completely worth looking forward to!"
"Well, I will entrust the purchase of goods to Erlan Steward, and I will immediately ride to Alto with a few guards. If you don't delay, eleven days may be enough ......" Glinton thought that his status was not bad, and he knew many nobles, so he should be able to buy tickets to the Hall of Psalms. It's a bit of a matter of time, but how can you give it up without giving it a try?
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Thirteen days later, May 28th.
Instead of being depressed, Grinton entered Alto in high spirits, as he received news on the way that Lucian Evans' concert had been postponed to June 1 due to rehearsal problems.
After entering the city, Glinton did not rest, and rushed directly to the Hall of Psalms, he couldn't rest assured without buying a ticket.
"What? It's sold out? There are still four days left!" Glinton asked a little annoyed, "I know Sir Carmick of the Hayne family, and I know ......." He began to report a series of noble names.
The staff of the Psalm Hall facing him pointed to the many citizens around him: "I'm sorry, this gentleman, it's indeed sold out. You see, there are so many people who want to hear this concert, and as far as I know, even Sir Camich didn't get a ticket."
"Huh?" Glinton turned around in frustration and found that there was a bustling crowd of people near the Hall of Psalms.
A staff member of the Aalto Weekly newspaper observed the scene in the corner while quickly writing in his notebook: "No musician has ever had so many people flock here for a concert except the Aalto Festival, and they seem to have forgotten that tickets to the Hall of Psalm are not something that people of their status can buy......"
"Lucian Evans seems to have become the object of crazy pursuit by people in the whole city and the entire principality......"
"This is a peculiar phenomenon, and perhaps a new word should be created to describe ......"
(End of this chapter)