Staring at Wolf's back, Victor let out a long sigh and turned to Rhein and the other members of the orchestra. "Keep practicing. I suddenly have a good string melody in my head. I'm going to write it in the lounge."
Every musician had their own lounge in the association.
"Mr. Victor, I think your current mood and state are very unstable. It's best not to force yourself to compose the music. It won't have any effect." Rhein put down his violin and walked to the side of the stage. His face, which always had a charming smile, had a rare serious expression.
Victor was like a water bag that had been pricked by a needle. His forced calmness was quickly broken, revealing a look of exhaustion, frustration, and anger. "I know, Rhein. I need some peace."
Rhein nodded slightly and said to Lucien and Lot, "Lucien, Lot, you two accompany Mr. Victor to his lounge. Phyllis, Herodotus, you two go to the piano room to practice."
Although Rhein was neither a noble nor a musician, his excellent violin and harpsichord playing skills, as well as his calm demeanor, made Lucien, Lot, and the others have no objection to his orders. It was as if they were Mr. Victor's orders.
On the way to the lounge on the third floor, Victor didn't say a word. He was immersed in his own disappointment and anger. Lucien and Lot didn't know what to say, so they could only follow him quietly.
When they entered the lounge, Victor said to Lucien and Lot, "You two, practice your instruments well. Close the door when you go out."
Then he sat on the sofa and quietly looked at the opposite wall.
Lucien walked outside while following Victor's gaze. On the wall, there was a painting of a beautiful woman with black hair, black eyes, and a slender face. She had a quiet smile on her face.
The whole painting was very beautiful. The woman was like a real person.
When the wooden door was slowly closed, Lucien saw that Victor was just staring at the painting. He didn't move at all, as if he was a statue.
… …
Returning to the piano room on the fourth floor with Lot in silence, Lucien found that Phyllis and Herodotus were not practicing their instruments. Instead, they were sitting there in a daze, thinking about something.
"Anyway, with Mr. Othello's request, at least Mr. Victor's concert won't be ruined." Lot thought that he would be very happy, but when he said it, he found that his voice was full of bitterness. Lot had learned from Mr. Victor for many years. He was so gentle and kind, and he always cared about others. Even though Lot secretly despised Victor for being a commoner, they still had a deep relationship.
Also, if Victor could make use of the success of this concert to become a famous musician, then Lott would be able to participate in the musician examination without being prejudiced by Mekanzi.
Phyllis smiled silently. She was also very bitter. "Even if the problem with the music is solved according to Mr. Othello's request, who can guarantee Mr. Victor's condition? When a musician is conducting, if there are many problems, will the whole concert be good? "
"Yes." Herodotus, who was still young compared to Lot's age, could not help but put his forehead on the violin. His voice was erratic as if he was talking in his sleep.
Then, the whole piano room became quiet again. You could even hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground.
In this situation, Lucien, who was in a daze, was not so eye-catching.
At this time, Lucien was analyzing the music scores he had collected in the Library of the Soul and comparing them with the music scores on Earth. He did not want to be called an idiot plagiarist if he copied a symphony that was almost the same as the one in this world.
This was another preparation that Lucien made for Victor in order to repay him for his care and love. He would find a classical symphony from Earth, and at the last moment, when he could not compose the music with his own inspiration, he would "give" it to Victor in a suitable way that would not make people think that he was a freak.
[Fortunately, in order to practice music reading some time ago, I marked all the music scores on Earth with the music symbols of this world. Otherwise, this matter alone would have taken more than a month.] Lucien compared the music scores and felt that he was lucky.
It was easier than Lucien thought to compare the same melody in the Library of the Soul because it was stored in his soul. He only needed to look at it once to find the same melody.
After this period of study, Lucien had a more thorough understanding of the music trends in this world. Without the suppression of the church, Aalto's music was in the stage of a slow transition and development from classical music with some religious characteristics to romantic music that expressed one's inner feelings. Therefore, the conservative Lucien first chose Bach's music, which had typical religious characteristics.
All of Bach's music pieces have very similar music. "Piano Pieces in Equal Temperament" and "Piano Pieces in Twelve Equal Temperament" are highly similar. Fortunately, I did not rashly take them out. Lucien was satisfied with his own cautiousness, although it was not something to be proud of in the face of such cautiousness.
After rejecting Bach's music, Lucien was most familiar with Beethoven's nine symphonies. Therefore, he found the most familiar "Symphony of Fate" (Symphony No. 5 in C minor). "No similar melody?"
As a symbol of classical music, the Symphony of Fate was very suitable for Aalto's music trend and had a shocking meaning. Lucien did not want to waste time and decided to choose this piece after some consideration. At the same time, the curious Lucien compared Beethoven's other eight symphonies and 32 piano sonatas one by one and found that there were basically no similar melodies.
As for the classical or romantic music of other musicians based on modern pianos, Lucien was sure that there was no similar music to the pianos, as the pianos had only just appeared, and due to the limitations of the previous instruments, Lucien compared a few of them.
After choosing the "Symphony of Fate", Lucien began to have a headache about how to "give" it to Victor. It was impossible to directly copy it for him or let him hear the melody. When he asked about its origin, he could tell him that he found it in the cracks of a book, just like those legendary heroes who relied on similar fortuitous encounters to obtain magical swordsmanship or to train their bloodline power. It was also impossible to tell him that on a certain day, he saved a beggar or an old man who was about to die of illness, so he was gifted this piece of music.
These excuses were getting harder and harder to believe!
Moreover, Lucien suspected that with Victor's higher moral standards, without the consent of the original author, it was very likely that he would not use this piece of music. The best way was to pretend that he wrote it himself and then leave obvious flaws for Victor to modify and perfect, thus giving him a reason to use it.
As for hypnosis, with Lucien's current spiritual power, he was still unable to instill too much information into Victor. Most of the information would be forgotten after waking up.
But a student who had only studied music for about two months, who could barely play simple pieces of music fluently on the piano, could not write such a shocking, penetrating and beautiful piece of music unless he had similar melodies in his mind before. And it was very easy to find out whether Lucien had received good musical education before and whether he had shown any musical talent.
Well, let's give it a try. After thinking for a while, Lucien finally came up with an idea. He stood up abruptly, walked to the piano, put a few pieces of white paper on the music stand, and started to write musical symbols with a quill. After writing a short melody, he put his hands on the piano keys and pressed them heavily.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!
Clang! "Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were startled by the loud sound. They either looked up from their hands, turned around to look at Lucien, or almost fell down from the piano bench.
After a very rhythmic and imposing 'dang', the following string was simply too horrible to look at. It could be called noise.
Lot frowned, "Lucien, what are you doing?"
Lucien turned around and explained, "What happened to Mr. Victor today made me very sad. When I thought about my poor life and how hard I worked to learn music, I felt sad and indignant. So some inspiration appeared in my mind, and I want to write it into a piece of music."
Lot was both angry and amused, "You want to write a piece of music?"
"How long have you been studying music? How good are you at playing the piano? And you want to write a piece of music? " As if she had heard the funniest thing in her life, Phyllis opened her mouth again and again, as if she wanted to laugh but also found it ridiculous. Her voice became slightly shrill.
"I know, Lucien, I know you want to help Mr. Victor, but please don't waste your time and energy. You're just a beginner, and you can't possibly write a good piece of music." Lott had already lowered the music to the level of strings, but he still had no doubt that Lucien could not do it.
Herodotus sneered, "What do you think music is? Is it the black bread that you eat every day and can buy anywhere you want? Listen to what you just played. It's so horrible that it can't even be called a piece of music. It's not beautiful at all, and it's even annoying! You've been studying music for less than two months, and you want to write a piece of music by yourself? What a clown! "
"I beg you, Lucien. Don't cause any more trouble for us. It's not the right time." Phyllis wanted to mock or scold Lucien, but when she thought of the current situation, she became powerless.
Lucien shook his head firmly, "I'm very inspired. I think I can write a good piece of music."
"You …" Lott, Felicia, and Herodotus were all speechless. They all looked at Lucien as if he was a lunatic who had been hiding in the dark for a very long time.
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