Franz was not in good health, and he was always full of inspiration and passion. Therefore, he said to Lucien, "Mr. Evans, I know what you're doing right now. I'll help you finish the song." Lucien nodded, "I know what you're doing right now, Mr. Evans.
Then, a sincere smile appeared on his thin face, "After hearing the melody of the song and knowing that it's just the chorus of the fourth movement of a symphony, I can already imagine how beautiful, sacred, majestic and shocking it is. And this is the first time that a chorus of voices has been introduced in a symphony. It's a creative revolution!"
"It's my honor to be able to contribute to such a great piece of music and help you finish it, Mr. Evans. It's a memory that I'll remember again and again when I'm old."
In order to modify the long poem to match the rhythm and beauty of this world's lingua franca, in order to remove some blasphemous words, and in order to fit the original melody, Lucien had to repeatedly discuss with Franz, a musician who was good at creating poems and songs. It took both of them a lot of effort to finish the work.
Franz was a person who loved music wholeheartedly, and he admired Lucien very much. Therefore, after hearing the whole idea and the melody of the chorus, he did not hesitate to praise Lucien.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem. Thank you for your cooperation, Franz. Our work is almost finished. The next step is to see if there are any flaws through the lead singer and chorus practice. Don't you think it's too difficult? "Lucien covered his mouth and coughed on purpose, and then asked in an extremely excited manner.
Franz shook his head firmly, "It's indeed very difficult, but changing some parts to make it easier will lose the original perfection. I think an excellent band and singers can accomplish this task."
"I think so, too." Lucien and Franz looked at each other and smiled.
At this time, someone knocked on the door of the piano room, and then the doorknob slowly turned. The person quietly pushed the door open, as if he was afraid of disturbing the discussion and practice inside.
"Lucien, Franz, you're not discussing?" The person who came in was Victor. They were in the piano room on the fourth floor of the Musicians' Association.
Lucien smiled and replied, "Teacher Victor, we just finished."
"Then I came at the right time. First of all, congratulations to you, Lucien, for completing this symphony that I can't wait to enjoy. Secondly, let me introduce you to a friend." Victor pointed to the young man who came in with him. "The famous singer, Mr. Fabbrini, who is also the leader of the choir of the Golden Cathedral."
As "Ode to Joy" was nearing completion, Lucien requested Victor to help him find an outstanding singer and a great choir.
Fabbrini was about twenty years old. He had blue eyes, bright blonde hair, slender and handsome, as if he was an angel serving 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 enchanting feeling.
"Hello, Mr. Evans. I've always liked your music, and I didn't expect to have the opportunity to work with you. "Fabbrini's voice was pure and soft.
Lucien was not surprised by Fabbrini's appearance and temperament, because most of the outstanding singers were castrato singers, and Fabbrini was the leader of the choir of the Golden Cathedral. Lucien smiled and said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Fabbrini. I hope we'll have a pleasant cooperation in the future."
Lucien did not discriminate against Fabbrini, because in the current social climate, castrato singers were very popular. There was a female Count in the Gusta Empire who was crazy about their singing, and she even started a war for a castrato singer.
"Mr. Evans, I'll take the choir to the concert hall and wait for you. By the way, you don't look so good. Take care of yourself. "Fabbrini's tone was very gentle, as if this was how he usually talked.
After watching Fabbrini leave, Lucien couldn't help coughing violently, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
"Lucien, are you okay? Is it the sequela of the last assassination? " Victor asked with concern, and then he suggested, "Your concert hasn't been scheduled yet. Why don't you wait until you're better?"
Lucien shook his head "firmly", "It's okay, Mr. Victor. It's just a residual injury, and it won't affect the concert. I'm a Knight."
Maybe the word "Knight" dispelled Victor's concern. He nodded slightly and said, "We're all musicians, and we can understand your mental state right now, Lucien. However, as your teacher, I'm still a bit worried. In the evening, I'll ask the doctor from the charity hall to check on you. Don't wait until the concert is over. "
"Okay, thank you, Mr. Victor." Hearing that it was just a doctor from the charity hall, Lucien did not refuse. He could now control his heartbeat, blood flow, and internal organs, not to mention that he also had some skills taught by Natasha. He could totally pretend that he was still injured but not in danger for the time being.
…
More than a week later, it was the middle of the Month of Flowers.
In the concert hall on the fifth floor of the Aalto Musicians' associations.
"Fabbrini, how many times have you sung? Why are you still having problems in this passage? "Lucien roared at Fabbrini, who was in the center of the stage, a little out of control.
Fabbrini looked at Lucien, who was tired, pale, and irritated, and explained, "Mr. Evans, these passages are too difficult. I need to practice again and again to sing them perfectly." There seemed to be tears in his blue eyes.
"But we've practiced many times!" Lucien waved his arms hard.
Fabbrini took a few deep breaths and resisted the "tyrant" firmly, "It's not enough, Mr. Evans. Either you give me more time, or you modify these passages to make them simpler."
"No! Absolutely not. I can't tolerate their perfection being destroyed! Fabbrini, please work harder. I'm sure you can perform perfectly! The time will be delayed a few days as you suggested. Cough, cough, cough, I hope it won't be too long … "Lucien said" crazily ", but he immediately fell into a violent cough and squatted in front of the stage.
Franz quickly supported Lucien, and Fabbrini was also a little scared. He ran to Lucien and patted his back gently, "Mr. Evans, don't worry. I'll try my best to master these passages perfectly as soon as possible."
When the rehearsal was over, Fabbrini, who was wearing a black shirt inlaid with golden silk patterns, walked off the stage. When he was halfway, he suddenly turned back and looked at the front of the stage, as if Lucien's crazy and anxious look was still there.
"Maybe Mr. Evans had already sensed something at that time. That's why he was so anxious and strict. He was not as calm and gentle as people said he was." A few years later, when Fabbrini recalled what had left the deepest impression on him during the concert, he wrote these words with a bit of fatalism and emotion. "He was so focused, so hard, and so crazy. It seemed that he wanted to bloom the brightest and most brilliant light without any regrets. Blessed by God, I was lucky enough to meet Mr. Evans at that time and finish the rehearsal and performance of this symphony with him. I witnessed his different side and his devotion to music and to God. "
… …
Grimm, the businessman that Lucien met in Massawa, returned to the north after leaving Aalto and went to Syracuse.
After selling all the goods, Lucien bought the last issue of Music Criticism and Symphony Herald from the local musicians' association. Lucien was ready to buy the local specialties from the Kingdom of Syracuse before he left for the fortress in the Duchy of Orvarit.
While having a greasy breakfast, Grimm read the newspaper. Suddenly, he stopped cutting the steak and read the newspaper again and again. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Then he said happily, "I didn't expect that Mr. Evans would come back so soon after I left Aalto …"
"May 26th, Psalm Hall, Return Concert … Do you want to go? It takes about sixteen days to get to Aalto from here. "
Grimm was in a big city near the border between Syracuse and the Duchy of Orvarit. It was already May 15th.
Grimm put down his knife and fork and paced back and forth. Finally, he made up his mind, "I've already missed the first concert of Mr. Evans. I can't miss the second one no matter what! Also, I'm looking forward to his new work after three years of traveling! "
"Alright, I'll leave the purchase to Erlan. I'll go to Aalto with a few guards right away. Eleven days should be enough … "Grimm thought that since he knew a lot of nobles, he should be able to get a ticket to the Psalm Hall. Although the time was a bit of a problem, Grimm could not give up so easily.
… …
Thirteen days later, on May 28th.
Grimm was not frustrated at all. Instead, he entered Aalto in high spirits. On the way, he got the news that Lucien Evans' concert had been postponed to June 1st due to some problems with the rehearsal.
After entering the city, Glinton didn't rest. He rushed straight to the Psalm Hall. He couldn't rest until he got a ticket.
"What? They're all sold out? There are still four days left! " Grimm asked angrily, "I know Sir Camich from the Hayne family, I know …" He started to recite a series of noble names.
The staff in the Psalm Hall pointed at the crowd and said, "I'm sorry, sir, but they're all sold out. You see, there are so many people who want to see the concert that, as far as I know, even Sir Cammie hasn't got a ticket. "
"What?" Grimm looked back in frustration. He saw that the Psalm Hall was crowded with people.
A staff member from Aalto Weekly was observing the scene from the corner. He quickly wrote in his notebook, "Apart from the Aalto Music Festival, no other musician's concert has ever attracted so many people. They seem to have forgotten that the tickets to the Psalm Hall are not available for people of their status …"
"Lucien Evans seems to have become the target of all the people in the city …"
"This is a strange phenomenon. Maybe we should create a new word to describe it …" If you like this work, you're welcome to come to qidian.com to vote. Your support is my biggest motivation. "
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