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City Square, around the crystal wall.
Seeing several famous singers walk out together with the adult choir and the children's choir, and stand behind the band that formed a semicircle, the surrounding people were filled with astonishment.
"What's this?"
"Why is Mr. Fabbrini here?"
"Is the last symphony not a symphony, but a chorus?"
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Just a moment ago, they were full of expectation, but now, they were only surprised. They didn't understand what was going on. Why were there singers, choir, and children's choir in Lucien Evans's concert, and the piece was clearly Symphony in D minor!
Hearing the discussion around, Betty asked her sister Joanna in confusion, "Is Mr. Evans going to add a chorus section to his symphony?"
"How is that possible? No symphony has ever had a chorus section! This is not an oratorio! "A citizen of Aalto, who was a veteran symphony enthusiast, strongly expressed his disbelief.
Joanna snorted, "Mr. Evans is famous for his innovation and innovation. His previous works, 'Fate' and 'New Country', don't tell me that they perfectly fit the traditional symphony structure?"
Similar arguments were happening everywhere in the City Square, which made people more and more curious about Lucien Evans's last symphony.
In the Psalm Hall, watching Fabbrini and the other singers coming out one by one, Christoph said with emotion, "He's going to add a chorus section to his symphony. What a bold innovation! I wonder how it will turn out?"
Although Lucien's rehearsal was very confidential, the Aalto Musicians' Association was not big, and Fabbrini and the other singers were not unknown singers. Therefore, most of the musicians and musicians had guessed that Lucien was going to boldly add a chorus to his symphony.
Since they were used to the changes brought by Lucien's every symphony, the musicians were all waiting and watching. As long as it was not as outrageous as Lucien Evans's "New Country", they were all looking forward to the innovation in the form of a symphony. Especially a generous elder like Christoph, he was more than happy to see all this, hoping that it would bring new inspiration to his own music creation.
"It's said to be very good, but rehearsing alone and playing in front of a large audience in the Psalm Hall are two different things. The effect may be a hundred times better!" Said Natasha confidently, as if she was the one who was going to compose and conduct the symphony. At the same time, she complained in her mind, "This guy is really good at keeping secrets. He has finished two symphonies in the past three years, and one of them is close to completion, but he didn't even mention it. Is he trying to create a surprise?"
In her opinion, the two grand symphonies, "New Country" and "Ode to Joy", were obviously not created by Lucien in just over a month after he came back to Aalto, and Lucien also admitted that he had already composed part of the movements.
Othello shook his head, "But no one has ever tried to add a chorus section to a symphony. It's still an unknown mystery."
At this time, Lucien, who was wearing a tuxedo, walked out from the backstage with a short baton in his hand and bowed to the audience one by one.
The discussion in the Psalm Hall and the City Square immediately stopped.
This was the charm of a top musician.
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Turning around, Lucien stood in the middle of the semicircle of the orchestra and raised his hands, signaling them to be quiet and get ready.
Closing his eyes habitually, Lucien recalled the suffering and contemplation in the past. He recalled the long and arduous journey to the port of the Kingdom of Holm, and the moment when he came out of the dark and depressing cargo box, he saw Lazar wearing a black double-breasted suit and a top hat. It was a sunny day, and Lazar's smile was as bright as the holy sunshine that pierced through the darkness and indicated the arrival of the light!
Without the accumulation of life and emotions, a conductor could not master a piece of music so well.
The baton in his right hand and the empty left hand rose and fell slowly, as if they were capturing the feelings and the melody from afar. The low sound of the music reverberated, as if it came from the heart, and a deep, calm, and solemn hazy scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Victor felt that his soul was trembling uncontrollably. He did not know whether it was because of the excitement of the melody or because of the seriousness and depth of the melody.
Everyone, including the Cardinal, had their first, deep, and intuitive impression of music. It was grand and solemn, as if it contained a vigorous and unstoppable force. It was also a sign of the dangers that were about to come. It was something that no one could avoid, and it was something that everyone would experience from birth to death!
Then, the force contained in the melody grew stronger and stronger, and the unusually vivid rhythm shook the soul wave after wave. The other theme was oppressive and grim, as if it was the difficulty that no one wanted to face and the destiny that was predestined from the beginning. The two themes intertwined repeatedly, and the whole first movement manifested the unyielding struggle and the never-give-up cry that ran through Fate and Pathétique.
Mixed in with some gentle or high-spirited melodies, they not only used the temporary calmness in the process of the struggle to set off the hardship and solemnity of the battle, but also seemed to reveal the holiness and inevitability of overcoming the suffering, the enemy, and the darkness!
The sixteen-minute first movement flew by, and the audience was intoxicated by the music. It ended with a temporary victory in the struggle. The audience burst into thunderous applause, expressing their love for the first movement without reservation.
"The opening is so grand and solemn. This movement is really outstanding. Its structure is tight and solid. It is perfect. It is almost flawless!" Othello, who liked solemn music, did not frown as he did when he heard New Country. Instead, he praised it with the best words that he could think of.
Natasha said proudly, "If the last three movements can maintain the same standard, then this symphony will undoubtedly be one of the best symphonies in the world. It will stand on the same level as' Fate 'and' War of Dawn 'and be worshipped by the later generations. This concert is really magnificent, and two of them are new works. I'm afraid that such a situation will not happen again in the future. "
However, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit was a little confused. "The first movement is worthy of your praise in every aspect, but I feel that something is missing. It lacks the feeling of shock and explosion."
"Indeed, whether in terms of technique, structure, or melody, this movement is close to perfection. But it is neither like the first movement of Fate, which is full of suffocating terror and urgency, nor like the first movement of Pathetique or Moonlight, which gives the audience a unique feeling in the heart."
Christopher shared his feelings, "Magnificence, profundity, and severity are all displayed, but it lacks something memorable. It's like a volcano that contains terrifying power. It erupts occasionally, but it doesn't meet everyone's expectations. It doesn't erupt naturally, and it gives people a feeling of depression, gloominess, and darkness."
"What Mr. Christoph said is exactly what I feel. But because of this, I am more and more looking forward to the next movement. This is the key to whether it can become a true classic or not." Victor was not anxious. He was still waiting for the next three movements without any doubt. However, he also felt a little depressed.
Sitting next to him, Count Hayne, Rafati Count, and Cardinal Gossett found it difficult to join in the discussion, but it did not prevent them from agreeing with Christoph's feelings. Even though the first movement ended with a magnificent victory, they still felt that they were walking alone in the darkness, and there were still a lot of difficulties and dangers ahead.
This was the common feeling of all of them.
Soon, the second movement began under the direction of Lucien. Contrary to the tradition of the adagio, the second movement played a lively and bright melody, as if it was chasing after the enemy with the help of the previous victory. It was as if the darkness had temporarily disappeared, and one could see the bright blue sky and the brilliant sunshine.
"He has indeed broken the tradition again." Christoph smiled as if he had seen this coming, with the indulgent smile of an elder to a junior.
Othello frowned slightly, but soon relaxed, because he felt that it was very appropriate to use a lively Allegro to carry on the solemnity of the first movement. He could not think of a better way, and the structural changes between the movements were easier for him to accept.
As long as the people in the square knew a little about symphonies, they all noticed this change, but they were more focused on the essence of the music. They also liked the second movement, feeling that the melody was beautiful and the atmosphere was just right.
Since the second movement was so outstanding, it proved that the structural changes were necessary.
The victory continued, but the darkness seemed to be creeping up again, and the enemy was coming from all directions again. The rapid melody made everyone feel nervous.
In this uneasy mood, the second movement ended. The audience cheered for themselves and Lucien again. It seemed that the louder the applause, the less lonely they felt, and the more united they could be to overcome the darkness and dangers together.
Very few symphonies could receive such enthusiastic applause at the pauses of each movement!
After the applause, no one spoke. The sense of depression and darkness in the depths of their hearts grew stronger. The hidden volcano stopped erupting, as if it were accumulating amazing and terrifying power.
After a short rest and meditation, Lucien waved his baton again, and the whole orchestra played the third movement according to his mood.
The tranquil and serene melody was gentle, beautiful, and gentle as it reverberated, causing people to sink into quiet contemplation.
No musician commented that the structure of this movement was no longer an Allegro, but a beautiful Adagio, as gentle as a song. After the fierce, exhilarating, tragic, and uneasy battles of the first two movements, everyone urgently needed a quiet time to think about why they were fighting, to think about the meaning of their fighting, to recall all the hardships and efforts they had made during the whole process, so that they could accumulate new strength and reap a glorious and joyful victory!
Has everything been smooth sailing for you?
Have you ever felt the joy that comes from the bottom of your heart after overcoming difficulties?
Are you attacked by difficulties everywhere in your life?
Do you face them bravely, or do you give up in despair?
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In the quiet contemplation, Victor recalled the difficulties of his life. He had never become a musician smoothly.
Forgetting everything, locking himself in his room to create music, going against his heart to socialize with the nobles and the gentlemen of the Musicians' Association, thus' praying 'for the arrival of a concert. However, what he received was a blow of failure. The audience left without mercy, and most of the people around him mocked him viciously. He was almost defeated by difficulties and darkness. Fortunately, he had Winnie's encouragement, so he could stand up again. After working ten times harder than before, he finally got the chance to hold a concert again and achieved success. However, before he could fulfill his promise, Winnie was summoned by the Lord.
Natasha thought of the past. She was born in a noble family, and her bloodline was top-notch. Her family was harmonious, and she seemed to be favored by the God of Truth. However, her life was never smooth sailing. Within a short period of time, her elder brother died in battle, and her mother passed away. She closed her heart and soul and carried a heavy burden. She devoted herself completely to the arduous knight training.
When she found her Knight's spirit, walked 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 fell on her. For all the people who supported and cherished her, she had to bear the pain and kill her lover, and was almost killed by her cousin's subordinates. Fortunately, Lucien, a good friend, saved her at the risk of his own life.
Lucien, who was conducting the concert, was also thinking about all kinds of hardships. The dark past haunted his heart. They were so depressing and dangerous, but they gave him the opportunity to move forward. He could run toward the light, chasing the sun and success, never stop, never give up.
Have you ever had a dark, depressing, decadent, and painful experience?
Have you learned from such experiences and moved forward stronger, or have you fallen into it and never been able to extricate yourself?
Have you yearned for the light and success?
Have you prepared yourself for the darkness and danger that you have to pass to reach them?
In the quiet and gentle melody, the strong but restrained emotions gave everyone a chance to meditate. They were accumulating strength and emotions as they recalled the hardships of the past. The undercurrents were surging, waiting to be released. It was as if the emotions in the heart were trying to break through everything, as if a volcano was roaring in the bottom of their hearts and was about to erupt uncontrollably.
Unknowingly, the third movement came to an end. The accumulated feelings made everyone feel like they were gushing out uncontrollably.
They had suffered too much in their lives. They could not wait to rush toward the light, to welcome the victory and to reap the rewards of success!
Lucien's movements suddenly became more intense. The beginning of the fourth movement was like a volcanic eruption, channeling the strength gained from meditation and emotions like a flood to break through all the shackles, defeat all the enemies, and triumph over all the dangers!
The outburst lifted the spirits of the audience in the Psalm Hall and the Municipal Square, as if they were about to see a bright dawn and a glorious victory!
But the darkness was still lingering, and the difficulties were still there. The melody repeated the first three movements in fragments, once again giving the audience a thrilling sense of struggle and danger.
It was not victory yet. They had to keep moving forward, toward the light!
The melody of the Ode of Joy was softly played by the bass cello. The solemn, light, and joyful melody seemed to be comforting the audience.
But it was not enough. Not enough!
It was as if the audience had worked so hard and was close to the edge of victory. But the light was just a shadow, and had not really come yet!
Just like in Victor's second concert, he had finished all the pieces, but the audience had not reacted yet. They did not know whether he had succeeded or not, and the depression, anticipation, and nervousness in their hearts were still there.
The melody of the Ode of Joy gradually expanded to the whole orchestra, becoming more and more distinct and vast, like countless streams merging into a torrent.
But it was not enough. Not enough!
Lucien had arrived at the port of Padre in the Kingdom of Holm, but the lid of the wooden box had not been opened. Everything was still dark and oppressive.
Everyone, including Natasha, clenched their fists and wanted to cheer for the victory.
But it was not enough. Not enough!
Suddenly, a deep and majestic baritone sang:
"Ah, my friends, why sing such an old tune?"
"Let's sing again.
"Let's sing together into a chorus of joy!"
As if struck by lightning, as if witnessing the arrival of an angel, an indescribable tremor burst forth from the depths of everyone's soul and spread throughout their body.
The passionate praise and the joyful and sacred melody surged like a tide, drowning 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 been unable to be completely released gushed out at this moment. Everyone's soul was moved and became ethereal, filled with the ultimate and sacred joy.
It was as if after a long period of darkness, they finally saw the first ray of sunlight piercing through the darkness and clouds and shining on the earth. It was so solemn and solemn, yet so bright and sacred!
It was as if Victor had finally received warm applause after experiencing countless difficulties and setbacks. He had achieved real success. At that moment, at that moment, his eyes were filled with tears.
It was as if the lid of a wooden box was opened. After sitting up, Lucien saw the bright smile on Lazar's face and the clear blue sky. He felt extremely happy and moved. All the dangers and depression in the past seemed to have been rewarded at this moment.
Without bitterness, there would be no sweetness.
Without hardship, there would be no harvest.
Without hard work, there would be no success.
Without pain, difficulties, and depression, how could there be such ultimate and pure joy?
At this moment, as if their souls had been shocked, the audience was completely lost in the music, lost in the repeated singing of the four parts of the Ode of Joy. They were all moved to tears and felt heartfelt joy, praising the gift of the God of Truth!
"On this beautiful earth."
"All living beings share joy."
"All people, regardless of their status."
"All blessed by the God."
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Singing the Ode of Joy, which seemed to praise the God of Truth, surrounded by the holy, joyous, and flowing music, and seeing the faces of the audience below, moved and happy, and with tears in their eyes, Fabbrini felt with a shudder the sacredness of the music and the sacredness of the song. He was strangely moved, and tears rolled down his clean cheeks as he sang.
From his birth until now, from the cruel surgery to the arduous training, Fabbrini felt joy from the bottom of his heart for the first time. It was pure joy given by the God of Truth, and it was so extreme that it made people want to cry.
When other singers were singing, Fabbrini took the opportunity to look at the conductor in front of the orchestra. He was so devoted, so hard.
What a great musician he is!
When it was his turn to sing, he became more and more emotional.
"Friends, in heaven."
"The God of Mercy looks after us."
"All people worship devoutly."
"Worship the God of Mercy."
Listening to the lyrics, which seemed to be praising the God of Truth, Cardinal Gossett, together with other bishops and pastors, who had been touched for a long time, drew a cross in front of their chests. God was the synonym of God!
Again and again, the chorus and the band played again and again. The combination of the two was so perfect.
When the clear and pure children's voices sang "The Angel of Joy is holy and beautiful, and the brilliant light shines on the earth", all the audience, from the inside to the outside, from the soul to the body, all the depression, all the sufferings, all the hard work, all the struggles, all burst out completely!
The sun shone on the earth, and the world was filled with joy. Following the direction of Lucien, the symphony came to a perfect end.
After a few seconds of silence, the audience suddenly went crazy. The applause was like a volcanic eruption, and they all rushed forward with tears of excitement and uncontrollable emotions. It seemed that they wanted to show their love and admiration by surrounding Lucien and kissing his body.
Most of the nobles in the Psalm Hall had no time to care about etiquette. They all stood up and rushed to the stage.
When the people in the square found that there was nothing but a crystal wall in front of them, they could only stop and shout again and again:
"Lucien Evans!"
"Lucien Evans!"
"Lucien Evans!"
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They seemed to think that their united call could be transmitted to Lucien in the Psalm Hall and let him know their love and admiration.
Such a crazy scene had never happened before.
Standing on the stage, Fabbrini felt that he was still dreaming when he saw the nobles rushing to the stage. However, he soon realized that this was the result of success. This was the horrifying enthusiasm, and this was the praise that he deserved!
"Mr. Evans, please accept the applause and greet the audience." Fabbrini saw that Lucien had been standing there with his head lowered, so he reminded him.
Lucien slowly raised his head. His face was extremely pale, without a trace of blood.
Then, he put on a smile that was inexplicably beautiful. He slowly turned around, pressed his right hand on his chest, and bent down.
To Fabbrini's horror, Lucien fell to the ground after bending down, like a swan that had lost all its strength and wings.
At this moment, the picture seemed to be frozen in black and white in his mind. On one side, it was the passionate scene that was boiling like boiling water, and on the other side, it was unstoppable and slowly sliding down.
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