The crystal wall floating in the air had disappeared, but the crowd in and around the municipal square was still lingering. They were still thinking about the symphony called "The War of Dawn." This was another great work after the theme music trend brought about by the Symphony of Fate.
"But in comparison, I think Symphony of Fate is better." Sala could not use professional and accurate words to evaluate it. He could only describe it with his own feelings. "Although this symphony is grand and exciting, Symphony of Fate is more powerful and more touching."
Lilith nodded her head like a chick eating food. "Yes, I also prefer Fate."
But she soon frowned. "But Mr. Christoph's concert was too successful, and his new work is definitely a great piece of music. What about Mr. Evans' concert tomorrow? One is the end, and the other is the beginning. If it can't be as good as this concert, everyone will be greatly disappointed. "
And as long as disappointment left a deep impression in people's hearts, it was difficult to eliminate.
"Don't we have Symphony of Fate?" Sala smiled bitterly and comforted his sister. He was also worried and nervous.
Lilith looked up at Sala. She wanted to say something, but in the end, she just sighed softly.
They all knew in their hearts that today's concert was a masterpiece, and Symphony of Fate alone was not enough to support a complete concert.
In a dark corner, Mekanzi, who had returned to his territory, showed up in Aalto. His face was twisted, but he was still waving his arms excitedly, "President Christopher, you're the best! You're going to make sure that bastard Lucien has no chance of winning! You're so arrogant! You prepared several solo piano pieces for such an important concert! You're so arrogant! When you can't meet everyone's expectations and can no longer be the music consultant of Her Royal Highness, I'll let you know what it means to be a noble! "
Nearly five minutes later, the crowd in the City Square began to leave.
Standing on the top floor of the City Hall, Phyllis looked down at the slowly moving crowd. She was melancholic and quiet for a long time. Finally, she sighed heavily, as if to dispel all the tension and worry in her heart.
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In the Psalm Hall, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, Cardinal Sardes, Princess Natasha and Prince Michel were still there, because they had invited Christoph to their box to express their respect for him and their regret that a great master would never hold another concert again.
Since these big shots had not left yet, the rest of the nobles and musicians continued to sit in their seats and talk about the concert.
For example, Lucien was using the precise definitions he had learned from the Library of the Soul to discuss the development, reappearance, and ending of the theme of the first movement with Victor and Markus.
"It seems that you're really talented in theme music, music with your own thoughts and emotions. You've almost formed a complete set of ideas with your own style. This is what every authoritative musician must have. "Victor was satisfied to see that his apprentice had become more mature, more like a real musician.
Lucien smiled and shook his head, "In fact, many of the concepts and definitions were proposed by other musicians in the recent months when the trend of theme music flourished. I just learned from Music Criticism, Symphony News and other newspapers."
"Indeed. I've also read similar discussions in the newspapers." Markus, of course, would not agree with Victor's comment. Then he stared at Lucien meaningfully, "President Christoph's concert today is absolutely perfect. Lucien, what about your concert tomorrow?"
It was not until now that Victor realized that Markus was not in a good mood and attitude. He hurriedly patted Markus' arm to stop him from talking. Then he turned to Lucien and said, "Lucien, you're still young. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. I believe that you'll eventually stand among the masters of music."
No one had ever dared to perform so many solo pieces in the Psalm Hall before. Even though Victor was confident in Lucien's music, he was still a bit worried about the audience's ability to accept it.
"I'll do my best. Then I'll have a clear conscience to myself and to you, Mr. Victor." Lucien was not as nervous and depressed as other people thought, although his arrangement was indeed a bit ahead of schedule. Even on Earth, the term "recital" came into existence because of Franz Liszt, not because of the masters at the peak of classical music.
Victor did not say anything. He just nodded slightly.
About ten minutes later, the Grand Duke and the other nobles left the hall, and so did the nobles and musicians. Everyone who met Lucien just greeted him with a strange look and tried their best to look normal. Nobody mentioned anything about the concert the next day.
Even Othello, who was worried that something might happen to Lucien, knew that it would be foolish to add more pressure to Lucien. Therefore, he also stopped those who were gloating over Lucien's misfortune from provoking Lucien.
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It was 7: 30 p.m. on April 5th.
Since it was the last day of the music festival and the official last concert, the municipal square and the surrounding administrative district streets were already crowded with noisy crowds, while the other streets in the city were empty and deserted.
One side of Aalto was like fire, while the other side was like ice and snow.
Piola, Sharon and the rest of them had learned their lesson from the previous two days. They did not perform in the afternoon but went directly to the Municipal Square to wait. At this moment, they saw more and more people gathering around them and heard more and more heated discussions.
"I think I will never forget such a scene." Leslie, the cellist, closed his eyes. "This is probably the largest concert on the continent with the most audience."
Piola opened his arms as if he were welcoming the breeze. Intoxicated, he said, "If I can hold a concert on such an occasion, I will have no regrets even if I die."
"However, I'm afraid that this is an impossible dream." Grimm, the violist, shook his head and sighed. But how could he not have a similar dream in his heart?
"We are still very young. As long as we can still compose music at the age of seventy like Master Christoph, why can't we dream of holding a concert in the Psalm Hall of the Aalto Music Festival?" Sharon expressed her belief and persistence.
Grace pointed at the sky where the crystal wall had not yet appeared, "Speaking of youth, Mr. Evans's coming-of-age ceremony is still a few months away."
"Haha, there used to be a genius musician who held a concert in the Psalm Hall at the age of fifteen, but that was not his first concert, nor was it the closing ceremony of the Aalto Music Festival. Mr. Evans's music will be remembered by history because of this event alone. "Sharon was born in a musical family, so she knew more about the history of music than the rest of her companions.
In the past, the youngest person to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall of the Aalto Music Festival was Christoph, who was twenty-six years old. The oldest person to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall was a part-time musician who was a Great Knight. It was hard for anyone to break the record at the age of one hundred and twelve.
Speaking of Lucien, Piola asked curiously, "Last night, Master Christoph's concert and his new work were so perfect. What about Mr. Evans's concert?"
In the eyes of Piola and other musicians who had not yet become famous, Lucien, who was born in a poor family and experienced a lot of hardships, was a great role model for them, who symbolized the realization of their dreams.
However, even though it was unfair to compare Lucien with Master Christoph, Piola still could not help but make the comparison. After all, both the time and the meaning of the two concerts made people involuntarily compare!
"Mr. Evans has been a musician for less than a year, and he already has the great work Fate, as well as other excellent serenades and piano pieces. Even if today's concert is not a success, his brilliance will not be overshadowed." After a moment of silence, Grace answered first, "As long as his concert can be half as good as Master Christoph's, I think it will be a success!"
"I hope so." Sharon, Piola and the rest of the group sighed and agreed.
They were worried that everyone around them was comparing yesterday's concert with yesterday's. If Lucien's concert could not be as good as yesterday's, most people would not consider it a success.
…
Outside the Psalm Hall, wearing a black tuxedo, Lucien, together with Rhein and other members of the band, was welcoming the arrival of the distinguished guests in the small foyer.
Many nobles and musicians walked into the hall, including Count Hayne, Count Rafati, Count Hill, Director Othello, and some foreign nobles and musicians that Lucien was not familiar with.
Christoph came. He nodded to Lucien with a kind smile, asking him to relax and not feel any pressure. Silvia also expressed the same with a quiet smile.
Victor came. He expressed his confidence in Lucien with a simple gesture, but he could not hide the nervousness on his face.
Phyllis, John, Chorre, Alisa, Elwyn and Elena also came. They tried to look calm, but the worry in their eyes and their uneasiness revealed their true feelings. They did not change their expressions until they entered the small stands on the west side.
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, Princess Natasha, Prince Michel and Grand Cardinal Sardes arrived at the same time. Surrounded by the nobles, they did not forget to turn around and greet Lucien.
Natasha smiled and raised her purple eyebrows. She mouthed, "I believe in you."
At 7: 50, when all the audience arrived, Lucien went backstage for the final preparation.
… …
In the box, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit frowned slightly and criticized Natasha, "You actually arranged for Lucien 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 Fate, but he liked the piano piece "For Silvia" even more, because it reminded him of his beautiful love when he was young.
"Yes, my dear cousin, you are too reckless. Even if Lucien is your music consultant, he is not qualified to hold a concert on such an occasion." Verdi looked at Natasha with a smile. "He only has one and a half outstanding works."
"As long as young people are not defeated by pressure, experiencing such occasions a few times will help them grow. I agreed on this matter. Her Royal Highness was just a suggestion. "Before Natasha could answer, Christoph took the responsibility.
Sardes also nodded. "From the previous symphony, it can be seen that this young man has a tenacious heart that will not compromise with darkness. God will take care of him."
With the approval of two masters in the field of theurgy and music, Natasha was proud. She said with a faint smile, "My dear cousin, I think Lucien's concert will be a great success. What do you think?"
"I'm waiting to enjoy it." Verdi's face was full of disbelief, but he did not argue with Natasha. It seemed that he had something on his mind.
"Well, the concert is about to begin." The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit watched Lucien walk to the stage in front of the band.
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In the municipal square, a faint halo lit up, and the crystal wall appeared like the previous two nights.
Soon, the band on the stage could be clearly seen through the crystal wall.
"I hope that Mr. Evans will succeed." Lilith looked at the crystal wall very nervously, her hands clenched into fists. Her brother Sala was also very worried.
Piola and the others also looked at the crystal wall in front of them with slight worry and nervousness, waiting for the genius musician Lucien Evans to appear.
Lucien, wearing a black tuxedo, stepped on the stage. His hair was carefully combed, and he looked very quiet and handsome.
"It's him?!" Piola pointed at the crystal wall with his mouth wide open. He could not believe his eyes.
Sharon was speechless at first, then she could not control the volume of her voice. "It's that gentleman, the gentleman who participated in our concert and exchanged music with us!"
"So he is Mr. Evans. No wonder he has such a high level of musical literacy. No wonder he can play such a beautiful piano melody." Grace murmured after a long time.
Lucien stood in front of the band, smiled at Rhein, and waved the baton in his hand. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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