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Aalto Musicians' Association, Victor's office.
Victor, who had calmed down from the excitement of his long-awaited student's return, chatted with Lucien about the local customs and folk music of various places on the mainland. The atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.
"Very good, very good! Lucien, you've learned a lot from this trip. " After the exchange, Victor was not stingy with his praise and joy, because it was obvious that Lucien had a good understanding of folk music and so on.
Because Victor himself had held concerts in various countries on the mainland, Lucien described his trip as coming from the south-central part of the mainland to the Storm Strait. Then, because he suddenly had some ideas about the folk music of this area, he returned the same way and settled down to study for a long time. Lucien did not lie that he came back from the southern part of the mainland, the northern part of the Holy Helvetic Empire, or Syracuse, or other places, because it would be easy for Victor to see through his lie.
Lucien did not have any reservations in front of his teacher. He nodded and smiled, "In fact, the folk music of many places is very good. It has its own unique style, and it's worth absorbing into music creation."
"This is what we call a part of music accumulation. If you don't go out, look, and listen often, it's easy to be rigid and the music will be repetitive if you stay in Aalto all the time. Of course, the precipitation and outburst of feelings is another important part of music accumulation. " Victor explained his own ideas. He did not hide anything from Lucien and taught him selflessly, "And Lucien, you've made up for all the problems in the foundation of music. It shows your diligence and persistence in the past three years."
Three years ago, no matter how good Lucien's memory was and how good his body coordination was, it was still difficult for him to grasp the foundation of music perfectly in less than a year. He could only perform like a talented musician. In normal communication, Lucien had no problem talking with ordinary musicians and musicians, but when he met musicians like Christoph and Victor, it was inevitable that he would make mistakes. Fortunately, they were all generous elders, and they knew that Lucien had not been learning music for long. Therefore, they did not blame him, but pointed and corrected him casually.
During the journey, in his life in Allyn, Lucien spent half a day a week instructing apprentices at most except for arcana and magic studies, and the rest of the time was spent on music to entertain and relax himself.
Such a situation was not rare among sorcerers. Although concentration was the most important requirement for success, the study and research of magic sometimes required patience and boredom, and sometimes it was easy to be immersed in it and not be able to return to the 'real world'. Without other hobbies, it was possible that one would have a mental breakdown and become different from other people. Therefore, most arcanists had different ways of relaxation. For example, 'Hand of Annihilation' was an excellent oil painter and an excellent playboy.
When Lucien was about to reply, there was a polite knock on the door. It was light and rhythmic, not hurried at all.
As a student, Lucien stood up and walked to the door, opening it.
"President Christoph?" Lucien was surprised to see that it was the 'living music legend' who showed up at the door.
Christoph, who had obviously aged a lot and whose wrinkles had deepened, was still as clean-shaven as when he was young. He smiled kindly. "Lucien, welcome back."
"Mr. President, why are you here?" Lucien still used the familiar address, even though the real president was already Othello.
Christoph chuckled. "I was waiting for a young man like you to visit an old man, but you didn't come after a long time, so I had to come to you on my own. I'm very curious about your experience and your new music. "
Compared to three years ago, Christoph seemed to be more lively and humorous, as if he were getting younger and younger as he aged.
"I was planning to visit you after the communication with Mr. Victor …" Lucien said somewhat awkwardly.
Christoph put on a humorous smile. "I'm just kidding. In fact, I'm here to invite you and Victor to listen to a young man's small concert. He's from the south of the Gusta Empire. He's a good young man who suffered a lot but did not give up music. After going through a lot, he finally came to Aalto. During the music festival, I happened to hear his performance on the street. I thought it was interesting, so I invited him to hold a small concert in the association's concert hall, so that we could appreciate his complete works. "
"On the street?" Victor saw that it was Christoph, and he also walked to the door and asked.
If there was a talent that could be appreciated by Mr. Christoph in the street performance, then this young musician would definitely not be overshadowed by so many street artists and bards. Lucien should have heard of this young musician's name, but why had he never heard of him?
Christoph nodded seriously. "He has no money, so he can't rent a place to play the symphony. He can only sing with piano accompaniment. His songs were very popular during the music festival, but most of the gentlemen in the association subconsciously rejected non-operatic and non-choral songs. They thought that they were vulgar, simple, and not worth paying attention to. By the way, his name is Franz. "
"I trust your judgment, Mr. President. Is the small concert about to start?" Victor asked with a smile.
Christoph pointed up, "Yes. Let's go. Ladies and gentlemen are waiting for us."
Lucien and Victor walked on both sides of Christoph. As they walked, Lucien suddenly smiled and said, "Lucien, I heard from Franz that he admires you very much. Your music gave him strength, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to persist on the path of music."
"Huh?" Lucien was a bit confused.
"Franz's father was an ordinary citizen, working at the bottom of a business. His family didn't have enough money for him to learn music, but his voice was outstanding when he was young, so he was selected to join the church choir, where he learned the basics of vocal music and simple composition theory. Later, he didn't want to be a castrato, so he left the choir. At that time, he was already deeply in love with music, and he began to crazily absorb all the musical knowledge from libraries and Musicians' associations, as well as local folk songs and poems. "
Christoph briefly introduced Franz, "Unfortunately, his songs were not liked by the nobles and the public. Also, after his father's death, he became poor and had to do other jobs to make a living. He worked as a dock worker, a warehouse keeper, a bartender, and a bard, but at the same time, he continued to study and compose music and poems. As a result, his physical and mental condition became very poor before he was twenty-two years old. "
"When he couldn't take it anymore and was about to give up music, Symphony of Fate spread to the southern port of Gusta Empire, and he regained his strength and persevered. Gradually, his songs became famous, and he earned a lot of money. However, he gave up everything and embarked on a journey to Aalto to pursue his dream of music. "
Victor smiled, "You're a tough young man, and you're a tough one. Every time I hear such stories of perseverance and not giving up, my heart will become very warm. "
"I'm very happy to be able to encourage him and give him strength," said Lucien sincerely, which could offset some of his guilt.
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Accompanied by Christoph's butler, the three of them quickly walked to the concert hall on the fifth floor.
In the hall, many musicians, musicians, and music students who heard the news came curiously, wanting to know why this unknown stranger was able to make Mr. Christoph invite him to hold a small concert in the association.
They took up more than half of the seats in the concert hall, but the first row was empty, because according to the default rule, the first row was reserved for the most famous and authoritative musicians.
"Mr. President."
"Mr. Victor."
"Mr. Evans."
When Christoph, Victor, and Lucien walked in, they all stood up and greeted them, and then watched them sit in the first row.
Regarding this, no one questioned, and they all felt that it was natural.
Not long after Lucien and the others arrived, the small concert began. Franz, wearing a black evening dress, went on the stage, looking a little excited, and bowed to the audience.
He was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old. His face was thin, and his appearance was not outstanding. His black hair was curled into small "balls", and it was a bit messy. However, his expression was very solemn, as if he was in a church.
When he saw that in the first row, apart from Master Christoph and Mr. Victor, there was also an unfamiliar handsome young man, Franz was slightly stunned. Who was so young and qualified to sit together with masters and top musicians?
Soon, he came back to his senses. His hands trembled, and he was very excited. He tried hard to calm down after a few breaths, and then sat next to the piano. At the same time, a castrato singer who played and sang with him also stood in the center of the stage.
The piano melody echoed in the concert hall, and poetic lyrics came out from the castrato singer's mouth.
The song was small and varied in form, and the structure was rigorous. It changed according to different sections, and on the basis of keeping the simple and deep feelings, it separated itself from folk songs and bards' songs, and was perfectly combined with the piano music.
The clear and beautiful song made the audience nod slowly along with the melody. Such a song seemed to have a certain degree of artistic quality.
Hot, unrestrained, lyrical, narrative, sad, and lonely songs quieted the whole hall. No musician had ever thought that folk songs and bards' songs could be so elegant in the hands of Franz.
When the first half of the concert was finished, Franz stood in front of the stage again, a bit uneasy, and was ready to accept the musicians' comments.
This was the characteristic of a small audition concert. The musicians had to show their talents in front of many professionals to get comments.
Christoph smiled, "Evans has just come back from abroad. He's kind of half a guest. Let him speak first."
It was indeed Mr. Evans. Franz clenched his hands and waited for Lucien to speak more and more nervously.
Lucien said a few words of modesty. Seeing that Christoph insisted, he thought for a while and smiled, "Such music and songs have introduced us to a whole new world, and made us forget the form of ordinary songs in the past."
It was a very high praise, and it was the affirmation from the object of worship. Franz could not help but wave his right hand. There was a crazy feeling in his heart, and the corners of his eyes became slightly wet.
Lucien continued, "You have fully explored the artistic form of songs, and opened up a new path for us. I have some ideas about transforming long poems into songs. I hope we can have a good talk after the concert. "
After hearing Franz's song, Lucien had a new idea.
"No problem. Thank you, Mr. Evans. You may not know what a shock your Symphony of Fate gave me when I was so sad and desperate that I stopped my music as if I was going to end my life, when I stood at the door of the music hall and said my final farewell, when my world was dark without any light … "Franz was choking with sobs, but he spoke very fast. (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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