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Grimm turned around and saw the crowd. He was very frustrated and angry. Why did those important people and nobles get the invitation without buying a ticket?
He turned around and looked at the magnificent Psalm Hall. For the first time, he felt the coldness of discrimination under its luxurious and splendid appearance. Although it was a psalm, it was only sung for a few nobles and clerics, not open to the masses of devout believers.
Shaking his head bitterly, Grimm murmured to himself, "Under the throne of the Lord, all the pious lambs are equal, but some people are even more equal."
When Grimm and most of the citizens and businessmen were about to leave the Psalm Hall, a black horse with dragon scales came from the other side of the road and gradually slowed down.
Then, the Knight on the horse shouted:
"My dear citizens of the Duchy of Orvarit, Her Highness, the Princess Natasha Count of the Violet, feels that music does not discriminate between social class, rich or poor. Therefore, she will provide the Church with resources from her own territory. When Mr. Lucien Evans' 'Homecoming Concert' is held, the divine circles in the city square and the Psalm Hall will be activated. Everyone who loves music will be able to hear the beautiful music in the City of Music!"
The noisy crowd suddenly quieted down and then burst into cheers.
"Your Highness, the great princess!"
"God bless Her Highness!"
"Long live Her Royal Highness! Long live the Violet! Long live Orvarit! "
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Grimm, who was mixed in the crowd, couldn't help but raise his arms and cheer. Finally, he did not waste his effort of traveling day and night to Aalto.
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The first of June was a joyous "holiday," at least for the people of Aalto.
Backstage of the Psalm Hall, Lucien, who had already welcomed the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, Princess Natasha, Master Christoph, President Othello, and Mr. Victor, was making the final preparations.
He was surrounded by Franz, his student Grace, the castrato singer Fabbrini, and several familiar musicians. Lucien had chosen the orchestra he had worked with before, but the lead singer was no longer Rhein.
A little further away, there were other musicians, choir children, and castrato singers.
"Mr. Evans, I think I can already imagine the magnificence of the last Symphony in D minor. I can't wait to get on the stage and praise the true God! This is the best piece of music I've ever heard. I'm afraid I can't help but cry in such a sacred and solemn atmosphere. " Fabbrini was singing his praise. He was wearing a formal black tuxedo with a red bow tie, and his lips were as red as fire.
In the last few rehearsals, Fabbrini had fully felt the charm of the Symphony in D minor, which was named Ode to Joy by Lucien Evans. Therefore, he was full of emotions and would praise it whenever he had the chance.
Grace, who could not attend the rehearsals, looked at Lucien curiously, "Mr. Lucien, is this symphony really as good as Mr. Fabbrini said? Is it even better than Destiny? "
"Although different moods make different judgments for different concerts, I think it's definitely an excellent work." Lucien smiled gently as if he was praising someone else.
Franz heaved a sigh of relief and said, "In fact, I've been worried that Mr. Evans's Symphony in E minor would 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 too free. It's completely beyond the current form, and it's hard to get unanimous approval. But with Ode to Joy as the finale, there's no problem. "
He also praised Ode to Joy very much.
"Music is to express one's inner feelings, and structure is only a support. When it restricts our inspiration and creation, we have to be brave and abandon it and use a new structure." Lucien explained the transition from classical music to romantic music.
In fact, compared to many works in the later period of romanticism, Dvorak's Symphony No. 9 in E minor, New Continent (currently renamed by Lucien as New Country), was a folk symphony with a less free structure. After all, Dvorak himself was deeply influenced by classical music.
Hearing Lucien's words, Franz nodded thoughtfully, as if he was reflecting on the problems related to structure in his works in the past.
Cellist Thomas added, "'From New Country' is a very, very beautiful symphony. Even though it is criticized by other musicians, it will be appreciated by everyone who knows how to listen to music. Time will make it shine as brightly as other great symphonies. And all of this comes from Mr. Evans's style of not sticking to structure and courageous change. Plus, the last Ode to Joy touched my heart. I want to express my respect to you, Mr. Evans. "
His attitude was sincere, and he believed that this concert would be an unprecedented success. Every work would be recorded in history, and he would also receive more praise and money. After several concerts by Victor and Lucien in the Psalm Hall, they had been praised as the best orchestra except for the palace band. Although the price was expensive, nobles and businessmen still flocked to them.
Lucien smiled, "Thank you for your compliments, but we'll have to wait until the end of the concert to know the truth. Well, time's up. We should go now. "
Then Lucien added emotionally, "In the next four hours, let's forget everything and live for music!"
"As you wish!" All the musicians and choir members shouted in unison.
Lucien adjusted his bow tie, picked up the baton and stood up. But before he could stand up, he suddenly collapsed and coughed violently.
"Mr. Evans, what's wrong with you?"
"Sir? Sir?! "
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Anxious voices came from the backstage. Lucien took a few breaths and waved his hand, "I'm fine. I just feel a little uncomfortable. I'll recover soon. Go out and prepare for the concert. "
"Mr. Evans, are you sure you're okay?" The cellist, Thomas, the bearded man, didn't leave with his band. Instead, he carefully confirmed it again.
Lucien took out a bottle of pink potion and drank it. His face gradually turned from pale to rosy, "Thomas, you see, I have potions. This is not a problem for me. The concert is not a problem at all. "
Seeing that Lucien's complexion had recovered, Thomas was relieved and asked the band members to go out and prepare for the concert.
After Thomas left, Fabbrini was a little confused and worried, "Mr. Evans, you didn't drink a simple potion. Real potions can't heal you so quickly, especially for diseases. "He was the lead singer of the church choir, so he was much more knowledgeable than the others in this regard.
Lucien seemed to have recovered all his strength. He tidied up his messy clothes and then looked at Fabbrini with a firm and gentle smile, "There's something else that made me last four hours. Don't worry, I'll have a good rest after the concert. "
After that, Lucien picked up the baton and walked out of the backstage gracefully. Only Franz, Grace, Fabbrini and the other choir members could see the back of Lucien's figure. Lucien's figure was not very tall, but it was very straight.
Fabbrini didn't say anything for a long time. Lucien Evans's gentle, handsome, and firm smile seemed to be floating in front of his eyes.
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In the Municipal Square, when Lucien walked to the central stage of the Psalm Hall, the applause became louder and louder.
Whether Lucien heard it or not, everyone was expressing their joy and cheering. Half of them were welcoming the appearance of a talented musician, and the other half were expressing their gratitude to Princess Natasha for her kindness and generosity.
In the history of Aalto, there had never been such a big applause before a concert began!
Grimm stood at the edge of the square and looked at the crystal wall. He felt happy and satisfied from the bottom of his heart, "Finally, I can hear Mr. Evans' performance, see him conduct, and experience his works with my own ears!"
The repertoire was already out. At the beginning, it was the return of the familiar Symphony of Fate, followed by the solo Moonlight, Pathétique, and some improvised piano passages. Then it was the Symphony from New Country, and finally the Symphony in D minor, Ode to Joy, which closed the show.
Clang! Clang!
When Symphony of Fate was over, Christopher smiled and said to Victor, "After three years of practice, Evans' commanding skills have become even better. He's not as crazy and uncontrollable as before. He can now command according to his own thoughts. When he needs to be excited, when he needs to be slow, when he needs to be slow, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop, when he needs to stop. It is full of his unique passionate conducting style, which really shows the horror, madness and uncompromising tenacity in the face of difficulties and darkness, but does not affect the overall feeling of the music. "
From his point of view, Lucien's commanding style was no longer immature. He had already thoroughly matured, skillful and skillful 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 yielding was the most obvious and impactful of the two performances he conducted. "Victor was not stingy with his praise for his students.
After a ten-minute break, the band temporarily left, leaving only a black piano and Lucien, who was wearing a tuxedo of the same color, on the stage.
The light of the divine circle converged and concentrated on Lucien's body, making him seem to be surrounded by a faint halo.
Sitting in front of the piano, Lucien closed his eyes. This was a farewell performance, a real farewell. It was impossible for him to stop his progress in arcana and magic. Sooner or later, he would be really valued by the Church and put on the Cleansing List. Therefore, for the safety of his family and friends, he had to make a choice.
Lucien wondered what kind of choice Uncle Chorre, Aunt Alisa, John and Elwyn would make. He wondered if he could see Mr. Victor and Elena again in the future. He wondered if he could still have the chance to return to Aalto aboveboard.
Maybe he could only wait until he became a senior-rank sorcerer and see them from afar.
A sense of indescribable sadness appeared in Lucien's heart. He pressed his hands naturally, and the tranquil and beautiful melody flowed slowly, as if it had brought everyone to the lakeside, to the lake where the cool breeze was blowing gently at night. They saw the beautiful silver moonlight shining on the surface of the lake, creating ripples of light. They were so beautiful and so dreamy.
The peaceful and tranquil atmosphere enveloped everyone, intoxicating them and making them feel a touch of sweetness. However, under the cover of sweetness, the melancholy was so obvious and so touching.
Phyllis suddenly felt that Elena, who was sitting next to her, was wiping the corner of her eyes and whispering to herself, "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel like crying …" 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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