Victor's reputation in the music industry and in the eyes of the nobles was directly related to the future of Lott, Phyllis, and the rest of them. Therefore, they could not maintain the elegance that the nobles emphasized. Their faces were full of worries and bitterness.
Phyllis was pacing back and forth in front of the piano room with her hands clasped. She looked at the closed wooden door from time to time. After hearing what Lot said, she could not control her emotions and asked in a sharp voice, "How can we persuade him? Should I tell Mr. Victor to calm down? I'm sure you'll be inspired. That he can write a new piece of music? If that's the case, why is Mr. Victor acting like this? "
Lot frowned and looked at the wooden door, "Maybe we should persuade Mr. Victor. Why does he have to write a new piece of music? Mr. Victor has a lot of great symphonies in the past, and he can definitely choose another one from them. "
For this important concert, Victor had already written two new pieces of music, and he had carefully selected the one that represented his highest level in the past and could be compared with the new one. Since the current symphonies were strictly in the structure of four movements, and the length of each piece was usually dozens of minutes, Victor only needed one more piece for this concert.
"No, I tried to persuade the master, but he said that the two new pieces of music were the crystallization of his musical soul and inspiration, and that only one of his previous symphonies was on the same level as them. If he chose another one, it would only lower the style and level of the whole concert, and it would become an unavoidable flaw that would be magnified and criticized. Therefore, he completely disagreed." It was unknown when Steward Ace had appeared near the stairs. His old face looked very helpless.
Herodotus rubbed his forehead, "It's Mr. Victor who pursues perfection too much. In fact, his previous symphonies were very good, and many nobles and musicians praised him. Otherwise, why would he be invited to the Psalm Hall for a concert? Shall we persuade him again?"
He looked at Lot and Phyllis, asking for their opinions. As for Lucien, he subconsciously ignored him. A poor boy who had only learned music for less than two months, who could only play very simple music, had no right to say anything.
Lucien did not know how to persuade Mr. Victor, because it was obvious that Mr. Victor had devoted all of his soul and passion to this concert, and he was not someone who could be persuaded by others.
"Mr. Ace, what do you think?" Phyllis knew that among all the people present, the one who knew Mr. Victor the best was Ace, the steward, who had been with him for nearly thirty years and watched him grow from a ten-year-old boy to a musician step by step. Therefore, she looked at Ace sincerely and worriedly.
Ace shook his head sadly, "The master won't listen to you. This concert is very important to him. On one hand, it concerns his position in the music industry, and on the other hand, it's his wife's wish. Before she passed away, she always regretted that she couldn't see the master's concert in the Psalm Hall. Therefore, the master wants a perfect concert without any flaws. Sigh … I hope the master will think about his wife's wish, and slowly calm down."
"But we can't just do nothing." Compared to Phyllis, who still had the possibility of becoming a noble's wife, Lot had already regarded music as his only future. It was inevitable that he was as anxious as Victor.
Lucien had always been grateful to Victor, so he nodded as well, "Maybe we can find some potions and food that can help him sleep and calm down his mood?"
As an apprentice of sorcery, Lucien's first priority was to study potions and magic. Lucien had fully demonstrated this point.
"No, the master said that we can't let him take any potions, because it will suppress his inspiration and thinking ability." Ace rejected Lucien's suggestion seriously.
Lucien was a bit worried, "So we can only hope that Mr. Victor will be able to defeat himself? Can't we do anything? "
"What can we do? Are you going to write the symphony instead of Mr. Victor? " Herodotus, who had always hated Lucien, was very agitated at this moment. He couldn't help but mock Lucien angrily.
Hearing Victor's sarcastic words, everyone quieted down, because they did not know what to do. Lucien, on the other hand, had some ideas. On the one hand, he should let Mr. Victor find his own inspiration and compose the music. On the other hand, Lucien needed to be prepared in case he could not help Mr. Victor in the critical moment. However, he still needed to think carefully about what to do.
After a while of silence, the door of the piano room creaked, and Victor walked out. His eyes were sunken, and he said tiredly, "I'm going to the association to practice the first three pieces. You guys can also follow me and learn how to cooperate with the orchestra. Then you can practice your own instruments in the association's piano room. "
Seeing that Victor quickly recovered, Lot and Phyllis were secretly relieved. It seemed that they did not need to do anything. After all, Mr. Victor was an excellent musician who had played in many countries. He knew how to adjust himself. However, the haze of whether the fourth symphony could be successfully composed still remained in everyone's mind.
…
In the concert hall on the fifth floor, under the direction of Victor and the coordination of Rhine, the chief conductor, the orchestra played a complete and beautiful symphony. The four movements were solemn, grand, and well-structured, with a hint of religious music, which was very enjoyable for the audience.
When the symphony was over, Victor walked to Lucien and the others, who were listening and observing attentively. "Well, you guys go to the piano room to practice. I'll come back to guide you later."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Lucien and the others turned around, a burst of applause suddenly sounded in the quiet concert hall. Although the hall had a special structure and a very good echo effect, the applause was too weak and still seemed sparse.
"Very good symphony. I didn't expect to be able to enjoy such beautiful music after just coming back for a while. It seems that Victor, your concert is ready? Haha, it will be very successful. "His words of praise were full of sarcasm.
Lucien heard the familiar voice and looked back. It was indeed Wolfe who had returned from a trip. His boot-like chin was raised high, and he looked arrogant and satisfied.
Victor's face darkened. Judging from Wolfe's behavior, it seemed that he had heard something. "Wolfe, it seems that you have gained a lot from accepting the invitation this time?" He didn't want to mention the annoying concert preparation, so he didn't answer directly.
But how could Wolfe let him go? After learning about Victor's recent state from others, Wolfe didn't need to think to guess that Victor's music preparation must have a big problem. So he came directly to him. "Victor, didn't you ask me to listen to your music last time and give some suggestions? I thought about it. We are all musicians in Aalto, and there is no hatred that can't be eliminated. So I decided to agree to your request. Well, play the four pieces in full. "
"You!" Victor completely understood that Wolfe came to mock him. But just as he was about to get angry, two people came in from outside the hall. One was an old man with silver hair, wearing a black suit and holding a black walking stick. He looked serious and old-fashioned. The other was a handsome young man with dazzling blond hair. It was Mekanzi, Lot's cousin, whom Lucien had met before.
"Director Othello." Victor and Wolfe put away their emotions and greeted the old man.
Lucien followed suit and bowed. He thought to himself, So he is the director of the Musicians' associations, Mekanzi's teacher, Baron Othello.
In the long history of the noble law, it was not that only the descendants who had awakened their blood could inherit the title of nobility. It was just that among those who had the same right to inherit the title, those who had the strength of a Knight were naturally better than others. Othello was the kind of person who did not awaken his blood, but because he was the only son, he inherited the title of nobility. However, his talent in music was not bad, and he was good at serious works. With the flattery of his peers, he quickly became a musician.
"Victor, I heard that you haven't composed the fourth piece yet?" Othello walked to Victor and asked seriously.
Victor nodded sadly, "Yes, Director Othello."
Othello waved the walking stick in his hand, "Victor, this is a concert in the Psalm Hall in front of His Majesty the Grand Duke and Her Royal Highness. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I understand, Director Othello. I've been working hard." Victor replied in a low voice.
Othello shook his head, "I'd rather the music not be that shocking. Victor, you have so many excellent pieces before. You don't have to be so obsessed with composing new music. I want to see the list of the four pieces on my desk before the last week. You know, we can't let the band have no time to practice. Do you have any opinion, Victor? "
Victor shook his head with difficulty, "No, Director Othello."
He understood that this was the Association's way of putting pressure on him to make a decision on whether to write new music or select old music before the last week to ensure that the concert would go on smoothly. Otherwise, the concert would have to be held by someone else.
"It's good that you understand, Victor." Othello's expression softened. He turned around and walked slowly out of the hall.
While Othello walked a few steps ahead, Mekanzi said to Lot kindly, "My dear cousin, it seems that your path in music isn't so smooth. Yes, I'm one of the examiners for the musician exam in a few months. I'm looking forward to your violin performance. Of course, I'm a selfless person. I won't lower my expectations just because you're my cousin."
Ignoring Lot's angry eyes and clenched teeth, Mekanzi, who was already an excellent musician, looked at Lucien, "Oh right, and you too. It's such a lucky thing for a poor person to become a musician. It's a gift from God. How can you waste this luck by pestering girls instead of practicing? As one of the examiners for the musician exam in the next three years, I have to give you a serious reminder. "
Lucien was confused, but he quickly realized that Elena wanted to save money to study music. Whenever she had time, she would ask him for advice on music.
Then, he turned around and chased after Othello with a smile. Lot of the Griffith family had always been trying to please the first-in-line successor.
"Oh, Victor, you haven't written the fourth piece yet." Wolfe pretended to be surprised, but he soon couldn't suppress his joy as a joyful smile appeared on his face.
"Enjoy it, Victor. This is your first, and perhaps your last, performance in the Psalm Hall."
"Haha, and you too. I heard that you're a talented poor student. Don't fail the musician exam in a few years."
Howling with laughter, Wolf walked out of the hall as well.
Lucien noticed that Victor's hands were clenched so tightly that his veins were bulging.
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