Chapter 293 The moonlight shining on the heart (the third more asks for a guaranteed monthly pass)
- It's much late. But it was still updated, and the third update was delivered, without breaking my word!
It's already August 1st, please ask for a guaranteed monthly pass, and I will still work hard for the third watch today. Of course, the first one is updated around one o'clock, and I don't have time to write now.
Ask for a monthly pass~
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Glinton looked back and saw the black crowd, feeling extremely depressed and indignant, why could those dignitaries and noble priests be invited without buying tickets?
He turned around and looked up at the majestic and magnificent Hall of Psalms, and for the first time he felt that under its extravagant and splendid appearance was the coldness of indifference and discrimination, which was only sung by a few nobles and clergy, and was not open to the vast number of devout believers.
Shaking his head bitterly, Clinton whispered in his heart: "Under the throne of the Lord, all the pious lambs are equal, but some are even more equal."
Just as Glinton, along with most of the disappointed citizens and merchants, was about to leave the Hall of Psalm and patiently wait for the repertoire to be played, a black dragon-scaled steed came from the other side of the road, slowing down.
Then, the knight on horseback shouted:
"Dear subjects of the Duchy of Vaulite, Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha, Countess of Violet, feels that music knows no class, no distinction between rich and poor, so she takes out resources from her own territory income to provide to the church, and opens the magic circle in the Civic Square and the Hall of Psalm when Mr. Lucian Evans' 'Concert of the Return' is held, so that all music lovers can hear good music in the music capital!"
The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, followed by a roaring cheer.
"Your Highness the Great Princess!"
"True God bless Your Highness!"
"Long live Your Highness! Long live violets! Long live Vaorit!"
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Glinton, who was mixed in the crowd, couldn't help but raise his arms and shout a few times, and finally did not waste his hard work to travel day and night to Alto.
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June 1st, a joyous "festival", at least for the people of Aalto.
Backstage in the Hall of Psalms, Lucian, who had already welcomed Grand Duke Valiter, Princess Natasha, Master Christopher, President Othello, Teacher Victor, and others, was making final preparations.
He was surrounded by Franz, student Grace, the eunuch Fabrini, and several familiar musicians—Lucian had chosen the orchestra he had worked with, but the principal was no longer Rhein.
A little further away, there were other musicians, children in the choir, and eunuchs.
"Mr. Evans, I think I can already imagine the glory and magnificence of the last symphony in D minor, and I can't wait to go on stage and praise God! This is the best and most trembling music I have ever heard, and I am afraid that I will not be able to help but shed tears in such a sacred and solemn musical atmosphere." Fabrini praised as if singing, he wore a formal black tuxedo, a red bow tie, and his lips were as red as fire.
During the last few rehearsals, Fabrini had fully felt the charm of this symphony in D minor, which was named "Ode to Joy" by Lucien Evans, so he was full of emotion and wanted to praise a few words whenever he found the opportunity.
Grace, who couldn't attend the rehearsal, looked at Lucian curiously: "Teacher, is this symphony really as beautiful as Mr. Fablini said? Can it still beat "Destiny"?"
"Although there are different judgments about different concerts in different moods, I think it is definitely an excellent work." Lucian smiled gently as if he was complimenting others.
Franz replied with a sigh of relief: "Actually, I have always been worried that Mr. Evans, your symphony in E minor will be criticized by musicians and critics. Although I personally like this work very much, especially the melody at the beginning of the second movement, its structure is so free that it completely exceeds its current form, and it is difficult to get unanimous approval, but with the symphony "Ode to Joy" as the finale, everything is fine."
He also admired "Ode to Joy".
"Music expresses inner emotions, structure is only an auxiliary, when it binds our inspiration and creation, we must bravely abandon it and use new structural forms." Lucian talks about the transition from classical music to romantic music.
In fact, compared with many works of the late Romanticism, Dvořák's Ninth Symphony in E minor "The New World" (currently renamed "The New Country" by Lucian) is a less free structure and closer to the classical folk style symphony, after all, Dvořák himself was deeply influenced by the classical school.
Hearing Lucian's words, Franz nodded thoughtfully, as if reflecting on various problems related to structure in his past creations.
Cellist Thomas echoed: "The New Country is a very, very beautiful symphony, even if it is criticized by musicians, it will be appreciated by everyone who knows how to listen to music, and time will make it shine as bright as other outstanding symphonies. And all of this comes from Mr. Evans, your style of not sticking to structure and being brave enough to change, coupled with the last "Ode to Joy" that touched my heart, I would like to first express my respect to you, Mr. Evans."
He believed that this concert would be an unprecedented success, and that each work would go down in history, so that he would get more praise and money for himself who participated in the performance - after several concerts by Victor and Lucian in the Hall of Psalm, they were already known as the best orchestra outside the court band.
Lucian smiled: "Thank you for your praise and praise, but everything will not be public until the concert is over. Okay, the time is up, it's time for us to go."
Then, Lucian added emotionally: "For the next nearly four hours, let us forget everything and live for music!"
"As you wish!" All the musicians and choir members said loudly.
Lucian tidied up his bow tie, picked up the baton and got up, but before he could stand up straight, his whole body suddenly collapsed weakly and weakly, and he coughed violently at the same time.
"Mr. Evans, what's wrong with you?"
"Teacher? Teacher?!"
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Lucian took a few breaths, waved his hand and said, "I'm fine, but I'm a little uncomfortable for a while, and I'll recover soon. The band members go out to prepare first."
"Mr. Evans, are you really okay?" Thomas, the cellist Thomas, a rugged bearded man, did not leave with the band members carelessly at this time, but carefully confirmed it again.
Lucian took out a bottle of pink potion from his arms, raised his head and drank it, his face gradually changed from pale to rosy: "Thomas, look, I have the potion. This minor illness doesn't bother me, and the concert is no problem at all."
Seeing Lucian's face recovered, speaking smoothly and without feeling weak, Thomas was relieved and called the band members to go outside to prepare.
When Thomas left, Fabrini asked softly with some confusion and concern: "Mr. Evans, you drink as if you are not a simple healing potion. A real cure can't get better so quickly, especially in terms of disease." He was the lead singer of the church choir and had much better knowledge in this area than others.
Lucian seemed to have regained all his strength, and he was energetic to tidy up his messy clothes from the fall, then looked at Fabrini firmly and gently and smiled, "There is something else that allows me to survive for four hours. Don't worry, I will have a good rest and recuperate after the concert."
After saying that, Lucian picked up the baton and walked out of the backstage calmly and gracefully, leaving only Franz, Grace, and Fabrini and other choir members who were not yet on stage with a not very tall but unusually tall back.
Fabrini didn't speak for a long time, and Lucian Evans' gentle, handsome, firm and hard smile seemed to have been appearing in front of him.
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In the Municipal Square, when Lucian walked to the center stage of the Hall of Psalms, there was a little sparse applause first, and then it became more and more enthusiastic.
Whether Lucian heard it or not, everyone was expressing their joy and cheers - half of them welcomed the appearance of the talented musician, and half thanked Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha for her kindness and generosity.
Never before in the history of Alto has there been such a roaring applause before a concert started!
Glinton stood on the edge of the square, looking at the crystal wall, and felt sincerely happy and satisfied: "Finally, I can hear Mr. Evans play with my own ears, see his conductor with my own eyes, and experience his works with my own eyes!"
The repertoire has been released, starting with the familiar "Symphony of Destiny", followed by solo performances of "Moonlight", "Sadness" and an improvised piano passage, then the "New Country" symphony, and finally the symphony "Ode to Joy" in D minor.
Dangdangdang! The sonorous and powerful, short and passionate familiar melody once again appeared in everyone's heart, and everyone quieted down, accepting the baptism of a musical feast, forgetting everything else.
When the "Symphony of Destiny" ended, Christopher smiled and said to Victor: "After three years of tempering, Evans' conducting is even better, no longer as crazy as in the past, so uncontrollable, able to conduct completely according to his inner thoughts, excited when excited, slow when slow, retracted when it should be retracted, and released when it should be released. This is both full of his unique passionate conducting style, which truly shows the horror, madness, and uncompromising tenacity of difficulties and darkness when they strike, without letting it affect the overall feel of the piece."
In his opinion, Lucian's conducting style is no longer immature, but has matured and is comfortable enough to match Destiny.
"He is a person who never forgets to work hard. Hehe, among all the performances of "Destiny", the spirit of never giving up and never giving in is the most obvious and impactful only the two he conducted." Viktor did not skimp on compliments to his students.
After a break of more than ten minutes, the band temporarily left, leaving only a black piano and Lucian in a tuxedo of the same color on the entire stage.
The light of the divine magic array converged and concentrated on his body, making him seem to have a faint halo.
Sitting in front of the piano, Lucian closed his eyes, it was a farewell performance, a real farewell. It is impossible for oneself to stop the progress of arcane and magic, sooner or later it will be really valued by the church and put into the purification sequence, so for the safety of relatives and friends, there is no choice but to make a choice.
I don't know what choices Uncle Joel, Aunt Alyssa, John, and Evan will make, I don't know if I can still see Teacher Victor, Elena and others in the future, and I don't know if there will be a chance to return to Alto openly......
Perhaps, I can only wait until I become a high-level magician to look at them from a distance?
An indescribable and uncontrollable sadness appeared in Lucian's heart, his hands were naturally pressed, and the quiet and beautiful melody flowed soothingly, as if he had brought everyone to the lake, to the lakeside where the cool breeze was blowing at night, and he saw the beautiful silver-white moonlight shining on the water, swaying with waves of sparkling waves, they were so beautiful, so dreamy.
The peaceful and quiet atmosphere envelops everyone, making them intoxicated and immersed, feeling a faint sweetness, and under the cover of sweetness, the melancholy is so sad and obvious, which is particularly touching.
Phyllis, who had become calm and depressed, suddenly felt Elena sitting next to her wipe the corners of her eyes, and whispered to herself: "I don't know why, I suddenly want to cry......"
(End of this chapter)