Messy and unpleasant melodies came from the piano under Lucien's hands one after another. Lucien was still at the stage where he could only play simple music, and his playing skills could not match the difficult melodies that he wanted to play. Therefore, one note after another jumped out, like a blacksmith in a blacksmith's shop hitting the hearts of Lott, Felicia and Herodotus with a hammer, which made them so angry that they wanted to tear Lucien into pieces.
"Enough!" Herodotus and Lot shouted at the same time. They could no longer maintain their noble demeanor.
Lucien turned around and looked at them with his clear eyes, "Lot, Phyllis, Herodotus, don't you need to practice your musical instruments? Mr. Victor told us to practice hard. "
"You!" Herodotus clenched his fists, and his face turned red due to anger. However, he had never won a fight since he was a kid, so he was naturally afraid of fighting. Fortunately, he was still a bit sober and compared himself with Lucien. [He's half a head taller than me. He's about 1.73 meters tall. He's from a poor family, and he must be very strong. One of his friends is a Knight's squire, and he must have learned some basic sword skills. I can't beat him at all.]
[Forget it. Mr. Victor will expel you if you beat your classmate.] Herodotus looked at his thin body and found an excuse for himself, "I don't want to see you, and I don't want you to dirty my hands. I'm going to another room to practice."
He turned around and walked towards the door.
Lucien asked innocently, "What's wrong with Herodotus?" If he could anger them away one by one, then he would be able to cover up his unreasonable and leaping improvement in his composition of the strings.
Herodotus was about to open the door when he heard Lucien's words. His hand slipped, and he almost fell down. He turned around and glared at Lucien. This bastard is doing this on purpose!
Herodotus gritted his teeth and rushed out of the piano room after weighing the difference between their sizes again.
Lucien picked up his quill and wrote down the melody he just played on a piece of white paper. There were only a few syllables of Symphony of Fate in the melody, but most of them were just random notes that Lucien wrote based on his own feelings. Anyone who had any knowledge of music would shake their head when they saw the melody.
Lott looked up at the ceiling of the piano room and rubbed his forehead. "You're really going to write music?" he asked, "You're really going to write music?"
"Of course. I'm writing it right now," Lucien replied without turning his head, "Well, I have some inspiration again."
Lucien put down the quill, and the unpleasant noise echoed in the piano room again.
Phyllis stood up and murmured weakly, "Lot, I think I need to go to the back garden. I'm going crazy."
Lot sighed, "I'll go to the other rooms too."
After they left, Lucien was finally relieved. He locked the door of the piano room and modified the two pieces of chords that he wrote just now so that they contained more of the chords of the Symphony of Fate. Then, he wrote on the spot and filled several pages with trashy chords.
This was the method Lucien had just thought of. He would use a step-by-step process to complete this task. First, let them accept the fact that he was writing music, and then cover it up with trashy melody. He would make progress day by day, and this progress would be reflected in the draft score as evidence when he was questioned in the future. When they subconsciously felt that there were many beautiful melodies in the melody, they could invite Victor to listen to the piano version of Symphony of Fate that he played, which had many flaws, so that he could correct the shortcomings, perfect the melody, and adapt it into a real symphony.
A genius who was making rapid progress under the eyes of everyone, and whose musical talent was blooming little by little, was much easier to accept than a freak who suddenly came up with a shocking symphony that could be passed down for hundreds or thousands of years and claimed that he wrote it himself.
Of course, during this period, Lucien also needed to spend all his time practicing his instruments on practicing the piano version of Symphony of Fate, so that his poor playing skills would not cause this famous symphony to be looked down upon by Victor, Lot, Phyllis, and the others.
This was not unprecedented. The first performance of Symphony of Fate was not well received by the audience because there was only one rehearsal before, and because of the cold weather and other factors. It was not until a year and a half later that another concert was held that it received an unprecedentedly warm response.
After confirming the progress of today's music and making some changes to the score, Lucien began his difficult practice. He tried to play the Symphony of Fate slowly and messily, making the beautiful and direct music sound like noise. In fact, even if Lucien did not lock the door of the piano room, if someone heard him, they would not take it seriously.
This afternoon, whether it was Victor, Rhein, or Lot and the others, none of them came to find Lucien, so Lucien could smoothly play the symphony that lasted more than thirty minutes slowly three times.
…
Seeing that the sky was beginning to darken, Lucien sorted out the score he wrote and walked to the concert hall on the fifth floor with a thick stack of paper.
In the concert hall, the orchestra was still practicing, and Victor was conducting with full concentration. It seemed that after a short break, he had gotten rid of the haze and was now fully focused on the music.
Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were already waiting in the audience, carefully listening to the music and observing the way Victor conducted. When Lucien came in, they just glanced at him coldly, completely ignoring this arrogant and incomprehensible lunatic.
Lucien did not care about their reactions. Instead, he responded to them with a smile, which made Phyllis feel helpless.
Sitting in the soft chair for the audience, Lucien closed his eyes and listened to the music playing. At the same time, he was thinking about how much he should improve his string technique tomorrow.
Half an hour passed quickly in the beautiful music. Victor and Rhein walked down the stage together. With a faint smile, Victor asked his students, "How was your practice this afternoon? Did you have any problems with your fingering? "
"Mr. Victor!" Herodotus complained angrily, "Lucien is so arrogant that he wants to compose a piece of music! God, how long has he been learning music? His poor, noisy, and unpleasant music is like the moaning of the devil, and we are all chased away to other rooms. "
Lucien looked at Herodotus with a smile and thanked him in his heart. [Thank you. Thank you for spreading the news. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to say it myself.]
Seeing that Lucien only smiled at him, Herodotus continued, "Mr. Victor, please don't let him have such an unrealistic idea. I don't want to hear this noise every day."
Victor looked at Lucien in confusion, "You're trying to compose a piece of music?"
Rhine slightly raised his silver eyebrows and looked at the sheet of music in Lucien's hand with a smile on his face.
Lucien nodded solemnly, "Today's events and my past experience gave me a sudden burst of inspiration, so I'm trying to write them down."
Hearing Lucien's affirmative answer, Victor did not scold him directly. Instead, he asked, "Lucien, is this your composition? Can I have a look? "
"No problem." Lucien was wearing the sheet of music so that Victor could see that only a musician could prove his progress in the field of music.
Rhein smiled curiously, "Can I have a look as well?"
A beginner who had only been learning music for two months claimed that he was going to compose a piece of music. It was very curious.
Lucien did not refuse. It was better to have another witness, so he divided the sheet of music into two and handed it to Victor and Rhein.
Rhein took the sheet of music and looked at it carefully. His thin lips could not help but move, as if he was about to laugh out loud.
Victor frowned. After looking at the sheet of music for a while, he said softly, "Lucien, I understand your intentions, and I'm very grateful. But you're just a beginner in music. The most important thing now is to build a good foundation and learn how to play a good instrument. It won't be too late for you to try composing a piece of music in a year or two."
Victor could guess why Lucien wanted to compose a piece of music. Therefore, he did not scold or reprimand him. Instead, he felt comforted and gratified.
As for the evaluation of Lucien's piece of music, did it have any value?
Lot, Phyllis, and the others could hear the emotions in Victor's voice. They suddenly realized that Lucien's real purpose was not to compose a piece of music. He just wanted to share Mr. Victor's troubles and please Mr. Victor. Why didn't we think of that? Sigh, we are such honest, simple, and cultured people. We can't compare with such a sinister and cunning guy. "
They looked at Lucien with complicated expressions.
With a curious mind, Rhine browsed through Lucien's score from beginning to end. At this moment, he commented with a smile and comforted Lucien, "Although this score can obviously show Lucien's inexperience and immaturity, and it can't even be called music, there are still many shining parts in it. For example, these two beats … are not bad."
As he spoke, he hummed the two beats, which were part of the Symphony of Fate. Lucien could not help but sigh at Rhein's sharp eyes.
Rhein continued, "But to write a real piece of music, one or two shining parts are not enough. Lucien, don't just look at the distance and forget to look at the road under your feet."
"Thank you for your affirmation, Mr. Rhein." Lucien thanked him politely and then said to Victor, "Mr. Victor, writing music won't affect my piano practice. I'm really inspired."
"You …" Victor wanted to say something, but the recent events had made him very annoyed and tired. He really did not have the energy to talk about it, so he planned to have a good talk with Lucien after the concert. After all, one month was not a long time. He shook his head. "Well, as long as it doesn't affect your piano practice, you can give it a try. It's also a kind of exercise."
Lot, Phyllis, and the others looked at Lucien strangely. This guy really wanted to write music?! How ridiculous!
…
After getting Victor's permission, Lucien carried out his life as a "noise maker" step by step. Little by little, his progress was hidden in the endless noise.
Although the number of strings in Lucien's Symphony of Fate gradually increased, Lott, Felicia, and Herodotus, who had long been averse to noise, would either leave or play louder the moment Lucien started playing. Also, Lucien himself also paid attention to the rubbish melody, and he was not good at playing. Therefore, they did not really pay much attention to the changes in Lucien's music, although they were a bit worried that their musical talent would be worn away by the noise, which was why they did not really pay much attention to the changes in Lucien's music.
As the last week was approaching, Lucien was finally able to play the Symphony of Fate once. Although there were still a lot of technical things that he could not complete yet, he could no longer hide the rhythm of the strings.
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