——After the revision, I feel good, I wrote it without eating lunch or taking a nap, and I asked everyone for a monthly pass~
Also, there is no update today, the first update at half past twelve tomorrow~
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Municipal square, around the crystal wall.
Watching several famous singers walk out with the adult choir and the children's choir and stand behind the band in a semicircle, the people around them are full of astonishment.
"What is this?"
"Why is Mr. Fabrini here too?"
"Isn't the last part a symphony, it's a chorus?"
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They were still full of expectations just now, and they were only surprised at this time, completely not understanding what was going on, why did singers, choirs and children's choirs appear at Lucian Evans' concert, and the repertoire was obviously a symphony in D minor!
Hearing the discussion around her, Betty said to her sister Joanna suspiciously: "Will there be a chorus section in this symphony by Mr. Evans?"
"How is this possible? No symphony has ever had a chorus part! This is not an oratorio!" A citizen of Aalto next to him strongly expressed his disbelief, he was a veteran symphony lover.
Seeing her sister being questioned, Joanna snorted softly: "Mr. Evans is known for his change and innovation, his previous "Destiny" and "New Country" are perfectly in line with the traditional symphonic structure?"
Similar debates occurred everywhere in Civic Square, raising curiosity about Lucian Evans' last symphony.
In the Hall of Psalms, watching Fabrini and others pouring out, Christopher sighed: "He really wants to add a vocal chorus part to the symphony, what a bold innovation, I don't know what the effect is?"
Although Lucian's rehearsals were very confidential, the Aalto Musicians Association was not large, and Fabrini and others were not unknown singers, so most musicians and musicians guessed that Lucian would boldly use the chorus in the symphony to accompany them.
As long as it is not as outrageous as "The New Country", they are all looking forward to the innovation of the symphonic form, especially the generous elder like Christopher, who pays attention to all this with pleasure, hoping to bring new inspiration to his music creation.
"It is said to be very good, but rehearsing alone and playing in front of a large audience in the Psalm Hall are two different things, and the effect may be a hundred times better!" Natasha said confidently, as if she was the one who wrote the music and was about to take the stage to conduct, and at the same time she complained a little in her heart, "This guy is really good at keeping secrets, obviously there have been two symphonies in the past three years, and one of them is close to completion, but he didn't mention a word, is it to create a surprise?"
In her opinion, the two grand symphonies "From the New World" and "Ode to Joy" obviously could not have been composed by Lucian in just over a month after returning to Aalto, and Lucian also admitted that he had composed some movements at that time.
Othello shook his head: "But there has never been an attempt to sing a vocal chorus in a symphony, and it is uncertain how it will perform in the end, which is an unknown mystery."
At this time, Lucian, who was wearing a straight tuxedo and was as handsome and quiet as moonlight, walked out of the backstage with a short baton and saluted his chest in turn.
Regardless of the Psalm Hall or the Municipal Square, the discussion suddenly stopped and completely subsided.
That's the charm of a top musician.
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Turning around and standing in the center of the band's semicircle, Lucian raised his hands and made a gesture of silence and preparation.
Habitually closing his eyes, Lucian recalled all kinds of suffering and contemplation in the past, recalling the scene when he arrived at the port of the Kingdom of Holm after a long and arduous journey, and then saw Lazar in a black double-breasted long dress and a top hat when he came out of the dark and oppressive cargo box.
Without the accumulation of life and the accumulation of emotions, it is difficult for a conductor to master the music excellently.
The baton of the right hand and the gentle rise and fall of the left hand, as if capturing the feelings and melody from afar and from the beginning.
Victor only felt an uncontrollable trembling in his soul beneath this tremor, not knowing whether it came from the excitement of this melody or the awe that came from the seriousness and depth it contained.
This trembling feeling crossed everyone's heart, including the cardinal, who had an initial, deep, and intuitive impression of music, which was grand and serious, seemed to contain a vigorous and unstoppable force, and also indicated the coming danger, which everyone could not escape, and the difficulties and pains that everyone would experience from birth to death!
Then, the power contained in it gradually grows, the music becomes strong and powerful, the unusually distinct rhythm shakes the soul in waves, and the other theme is oppressive and severe, as if it is the hardship that everyone is unwilling to face and the destiny that is destined from the beginning.
It is mixed with some gentle or high-spirited melodies, which not only use the temporary calm in the process of struggle to set off the hardships and tragedy of the battle, but also seem to reveal the sacredness and inevitability of overcoming suffering, defeating the enemy, and overcoming darkness!
The first movement of the sixteen minutes passed quickly by the audience's concentration, ending with a temporary victory in the struggle, and they erupted into thunderous applause, expressing their love for the movement without reservation.
"The beginning is so grand and solemn, deep and solemn, this movement is really outstanding, and it has a rigorous and solid structure, very perfect, almost flawless movement!" Othello, who likes solemn music, did not frown like he had heard "The New Kingdom" before, but praised it with the words he could think of for the time being.
Natasha echoed with slight pride: "If the last three movements remain at the same level, then this one is undoubtedly a top symphony work, which can stand on the same level as "Destiny" and "Dawn War" and other classics that can be worshipped by those who come after them. This concert is really rich, and two of them are new works, so I am afraid it will be difficult for a similar situation to occur in the future."
But Archduke Vaorit said with a slight doubt: "No matter in any aspect, the first movement is worthy of your praise, but I always feel that something is missing, the feeling of shocking explosion?"
"Indeed, in terms of technique, structure, and melody, this movement is close to perfection, but it is neither full of breathless horror and urgency like the first movement of "Destiny", nor is it like the first movement of "Pathos" and "Moonlight" that can give people a unique inner feeling."
Christopher said of his senses, "It is magnificent, deep, severe, etc., but it lacks a little memorable things, like a volcano containing terrifying power, it erupts occasionally, but it still does not meet everyone's expectations, it does not gush out so logically, giving people more and more oppressive, low and dark feelings."
"Mr. Christopher said exactly what I felt, but because of this, I am increasingly looking forward to the explosion of a certain movement that follows, which is the key to whether it can become a true classic." Victor was not without eagerness, still waiting for the next three movements without doubt, but he also had a faint sense of dark oppression.
Although it was difficult for Count Hayne, Count Lafferty, and Cardinal Gosse to intervene in their musical discussions, they did not prevent them from identifying with Christopher's senses, and even though the struggle in the first movement ended with a magnificent and temporary victory over the enemy and darkness, they still felt that they were walking alone in the darkness, with many sufferings and dangers ahead.
This is a common feeling for all.
Soon, the second movement begins under Lucian's direction, and contrary to the tradition of the movement having to use adagio form, it plays a lively and bright melody, as if pursuing the enemy through previous victories, as if the darkness has briefly disappeared, and the bright blue sky and brilliant sunshine can be seen, giving people an exhilarating feeling.
"He really broke the tradition again." Christopher smiled kindly as if he had expected it, with the pampering and indulgent smile of the elders for the younger ones.
Othello frowned slightly, but quickly let go, because he felt that it was very appropriate to use a lively allegro movement to undertake the solemnity of the first movement here, and he could not think of a better way, and the change in the structure between the movements made it easier for him to accept.
People in the Civic Square have noticed this change as long as they know a little about symphony, but they are more focused on listening to the essence of the music, and they also like the second movement, feeling that the melody is beautiful and the atmosphere is just right.
Since the second movement is so good and harmonious, it proves that structural change is necessary!
The advance of victory continued, but darkness seemed to be quietly descending again, and the enemy was surrounded from all sides, and the rapid melody brought everyone a sense of tension.
In this uneasy mood, the second movement ended, and the audience broke out again like a tidal wave of applause, as if the applause was warmer they would not be alone, and the more they could unite to overcome darkness and danger together.
Few symphonies can receive such warm applause at the pause of each movement!
After the applause, everyone did not speak, and the sense of depression and darkness in their hearts became more and more intense. The deep volcano stopped erupting, as if it was accumulating amazing and terrifying power.
After a short break and contemplation, Lucian beats the baton again, allowing the whole band to play the third movement along with his mood.
The quiet, serene melody reverberates softly, beautifully, and gently and smoothly, making people fall into quiet contemplation.
No musicians discuss that the structure of this movement is no longer an allegro, but a beautiful adagio, as soft as a song. After the fierce or uplifting, tragic or uneasy struggle of the first two movements, everyone urgently needs a time to think quietly, to think about why they are fighting, to think about the meaning of their fighting, to recall all kinds of suffering and efforts in the whole struggle, so as to accumulate new strength and reap brilliant and joyful victories!
Do you have smooth sailing in everything you do?
Have you ever felt the heartfelt joy after overcoming difficulties?
Are you attacked by difficulties everywhere in your life?
Do you fight bravely in the face of them, or do you give up in frustration?
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In his quiet thinking, Viktor once again recalled the difficulties of his life path, he never became a musician smoothly:
Forgetting everything, creating music locked in the room, communicating with the nobles and gentlemen of the Musicians' Association against my inner preferences, thus "praying" to the arrival of a concert, but what came was a defeated blow, a merciless exit from the audience, and a malicious ridicule from most people around me. Fortunately, with Winnie's encouragement, she was able to stand up again, and after ten times the effort, she finally regained the opportunity to hold the concert and reaped success......
Natasha thought about the past, she was born noble, had a top-notch bloodline, and a harmonious family, and seemed to be favored by the God of Truth, but life would never be smooth sailing.
And when he found his own chivalry, got out of the shadow of the past, and ushered in a beautiful relationship and a new life, a cruel betrayal that could have been avoided befell him......
Lucian in command was also thinking about all kinds of tribulations, those dark past events haunted his mind, they were so oppressive and dangerous, but they gave him the harvest of moving forward, allowing him to run towards the light, chasing the sun and success, never stopping, never giving up.
Have you ever experienced darkness, oppression, decadence, and pain?
Did you draw lessons and strength from such experiences to move forward stronger, or did you fall into it and never be able to extricate yourself?
Do you yearn for light and success?
Are you prepared for the darkness and treachery that lies on the path to them?
In the quiet and soft melody, the strong but restrained feelings give everyone the opportunity to contemplate, accumulating strength in recalling the various sufferings of the past, brewing emotions, undercurrents turbulent, looking forward to catharsis, as if the inner emotions want to break through everything in the repression and suffering again and again, as if the deep volcano is whispering in the heart, about to erupt uncontrollably.
Unknowingly, the third movement ended, and the accumulated bits and pieces made everyone feel an uncontrollable gushing feeling.
They have suffered too much in their lives, and they can't wait to rush to the light, welcome victory, and reap success!
Lucian's movements suddenly became intense, and the beginning of the fourth movement was a volcanic eruption, allowing the power of contemplation and the emotions generated by the accumulation to be guided out like a flood, breaking through all shackles, defeating all enemies, and defeating all dangers!
Such an outburst lifted the emotions of the audience in the Psalm Hall and the Municipal Square, as if they were about to see a bright dawn and a brilliant victory!
But the darkness still lingers, the difficulties remain, and the melody fragments the first three movements, once again giving people a thrilling sense of struggle and danger.
We haven't won yet, we still have to move forward and rush to the light!
The melody of Ode to Joy is softly played by the double bass, and the solemn, light and clear and joyful tune seems to soothe people.
But not enough, not enough!
People seem to have gone through countless efforts and are close to the edge of victory, but the light is only aware of it, and it has not really come yet!
Just like when Victor finished playing all the pieces in his second concert, but the audience had not yet reacted and could not know whether it was successful, the inner depression, anticipation, wandering and tension still existed.
The tone of Ode to Joy gradually developed to the entire band, becoming more and more distinct and larger, and countless streams quickly merged into a torrent.
But not enough, not enough!
Just as Lucian had arrived at the port of "Padre" in the Holm Kingdom, but the lid of the wooden box had not yet been lifted, and everything was still dark and depressed.
All the audience, including Natasha, clenched their fists unconsciously and wanted to cheer for victory.
But not enough, not enough!
Suddenly, a baritone sang thickly and majestically:
"Ah, friends, why sing old tunes?"
"Let us sing."
"Let's make a joyful chorus!"
It was like being struck by lightning, like witnessing an angel descending, and an indescribable sense of trembling burst out from the depths of everyone's soul and spread throughout the body.
Passionate praise and joyful sacred melodies come in like a tide, overwhelming everything and breaking through everything!
"Joy, joy."
"Angel of Joy, Holy and Beautiful"
"Brilliant light shines on the earth"
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The emotions that had not been able to be completely vented completely gushed out at this moment, and everyone's soul became ethereal because of the emotion, full of the ultimate, divine pleasure.
It was like finally seeing the first rays of sunlight piercing the darkness and clouds shining on the earth after a long period of darkness, it was so solemn and solemn, and so bright and sacred!
This is like Victor finally received warm applause and achieved real success after experiencing countless difficulties and setbacks. At that moment, at this moment, his eyes were full of tears.
It was like the lid of a wooden box was lifted, and Lucian sat up and saw the smiling Lazar and the bright blue sky, feeling extremely comfortable and moved, and all the dangers and depressions in the past seemed to be rewarded at this moment.
Without bitterness, there is no sweetness.
Without tribulation, there is no gain.
Without hard work, there will be no success.
Without pain, difficulty, and oppression, how can there be such extreme and pure joy?
At this moment, it seemed that the people whose souls had been shocked were completely lost in the music, lost in the singing of the ode to joy repeatedly presented by the four voices, they all had tears of emotion, felt sincere happiness, and praised the gift of the God of truth!
"On this beautiful land"
"All beings rejoice"
"All people, regardless of their status."
"All by the Divine Grace"
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Singing a joyful ode that seemed to praise the God of truth, feeling the divine joy and endless flow of music, seeing the faces of the listeners below who were moved, happy and tearful, Fabrini trembled and realized the divine greatness of this music, the divine greatness of this song, he was inexplicably moved, and as he sang, tears slid down his clean cheeks.
From birth to the present, from cruel surgery to hard practice, Fabrini felt sincere joy for the first time, without any impurities, pure joy given by the God of truth, to the extreme that makes people want to cry.
When other singers were singing, Fabrini took the opportunity to look at the conductor in front of the band, he was so devoted and so hard.
What a great musician!
When it was his turn to sing, he became more and more attentive and emotional.
"Friends, in heaven"
"The Holy Watch of Love"
"All people worship with devotion."
"Worship the holiness of mercy."
Listening to the lyrics that seemed to praise the God of truth, Cardinal Gosse, who had long been touched, and other bishops and priests present drew a cross on their chests together. Holy is synonymous with the Lord!
The chorus over and over again, the band played over and over again, the combination of the two is so perfect.
When the clear and pure children's chorus emitted "The angel of joy is holy and beautiful, shining brightly on the earth", all the audience trembled from the inside out, from the soul to the body, all the previous depression, all the suffering, all the efforts and all the struggles, all erupted, completely erupted, hearty!
The sun shines on the earth, joy fills the world, and the symphony draws a perfect pause with Lucian's conducting.
After just a few seconds of silence, people suddenly went crazy, the applause was like a volcano erupting and the sky collapsing, and they also unconsciously rushed forward with tears of excitement and uncontrollable emotions, as if they wanted to express their love and reverence by surrounding Lucian and kissing his body.
Most of the nobles in the Hall of Psalm did not care about etiquette, and got up one after another, rushing towards the stage like a tide.
After the people in the municipal square found that there was nothing more than a crystal wall in front of them, they could only stop moving forward and shout over and over again:
"Lucian Evans!"
"Lucian Evans!"
"Lucian Evans!"
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They seemed to feel that the call of all hearts could reach the hall of the Psalm, to Lucian's ears, so that he could know his respect and love.
Such a crazy scene has never been seen before.
Fabrini had a feeling of still dreaming as he stood on stage and looked at the aristocrats who came up, but he soon understood that this was the harvest of success, this was the passion of horror, and this was the praise it deserved!
"Mr. Evans, please accept the applause and greet the audience." Fabrini saw that Lucian had been standing there with his head down after he finished commanding, so he reminded him aloud.
Lucian slowly raised his head, his face was unusually pale, without a trace of blood.
Then he showed a smile that made everyone feel inexplicably good-looking, turned around slowly, pressed his right hand on his chest, and leaned down.
Fabrini was horrified to see Lucian bend over and fall to the ground limply, like a swan that had lost all its strength and wings.
The picture at this moment seemed to freeze into black and white in his mind, with a passionate scene boiling like boiling water, and an unstoppable slow slide on the other.
(End of this chapter)