It was 11: 20 in the morning, in the director's office on the third floor of the Musicians' Association.
Othello stared at Victor in front of him, "Victor, it's time for you to make a decision. Twenty minutes is enough for you to choose a piece of music that you like. They're the fruits of your musical inspiration in the past twenty years. "
Victor's face was pale, and his expression was dull. Sitting in front of Othello, the table in front of him was full of his own music. However, his eyes were not focused, as if he was looking at something else through the music. It could be the violin, the first musical instrument in his life, or the gloomy graveyard.
Hearing Othello's words, Victor's lips were trembling. He struggled to open his mouth, "Can you let me think about it? Director Othello. "
Wolfe, who was sitting in front of Othello, smiled sarcastically, "Think about it again. Can you come up with a better piece of music? Victor, that's enough. Don't be so stubborn. Maybe there are some good pieces of music in the mediocre ones. Don't waste Director Othello's time. He's waiting to have lunch with Her Royal Highness. "
Othello nodded and took out his pocket watch, "The princess invited me for lunch at one o 'clock sharp, and it takes fifteen minutes for the carriage to get to Ratacia Palace from the association. However, the storm hasn't stopped since last night, so we need to take a detour to get there. We should leave at least ten minutes earlier. Before that, I'll take an hour of nap, so I don't want to be too tired and lose my composure. Victor, you don't have much time left. If you still can't make up your mind in ten minutes, let Wolfe take your place. He's just been invited by Count Rafati to give a concert, and he'll work well with the band. "
Ratacia Palace was the palace of the Duchy of Orvarit.
Wolfe's eyes were full of passion and desire. With his connections among the nobles, as long as he could hold a concert in the Psalm Hall without any major problems, he would be able to make further progress in his career as a musician. Taking a deep breath, Wolfe looked at Victor and said, "Victor, I don't want to take away your opportunity, but for the sake of the association, you have to make a decision."
Victor retracted his gaze and stared at the sheet music on the table for a full two minutes. Then, he pointed at a sheet of music with his right hand. "This one."
Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to have drained all of Victor's strength, causing him to collapse on the chair. However, once the decision was made, although Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, he still felt a little relieved. At least he didn't have to exhaust himself and burn his soul to come up with a new piece of music that had tortured him for nine years.
"Maybe it's a good thing. I won't be tortured to sleep every night," Victor thought numbly and hopelessly.
Othello clapped his hands in satisfaction, "Victor, I'm glad that you've made the decision. However, there's something wrong with your mental state. If you can't recover before the concert, I have some potions here that can help you, but they'll affect your health a little bit. Alright, you can leave now. I'm going to take a nap for an hour. "
With great disappointment, Wolfe walked out of the office together with Victor. When the wooden door was closed, Wolfe glared at Victor with hatred, "Enjoy your last concert in the Psalm Hall. Don't let your wife down in Mountain Paradise."
"You …" Victor could not accept being attacked by his wife. He stared at Wolfe angrily.
Woolf spread out his hands and snorted. He said sharply, "Why are you looking at me? It's you who will let your wife down, not me, Victor. "
After that, Wolfe left with a sneer. Victor squatted on the ground, covering his face with his hands. Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus who had been waiting next to him hurriedly helped him up.
"Let me go to the lounge to calm down. We'll start practicing in the afternoon." Victor said weakly.
Lot, Phyllis and Herodotus looked at each other bitterly. Now they had to figure out how to cheer up Mr. Victor.
…
Leaving Victor's house, Lucien ran in the heavy rain with an umbrella in his hand. The rain was blown into the umbrella by the strong wind, and Lucien's clothes were wet again. Lucien's body was still weak, and he had not fully recovered yet.
On the road filled with white mist, there were very few people and carriages, so Lucien could run very fast without worrying about obstacles. However, after running for a while, Lucien had to stop to catch his breath because of his weak body. Because of the strong wind, Lucien couldn't move forward.
"Maybe if I had arrived a few minutes earlier, I could have stopped the list before it was sent to Princess Natasha." Taking a detour, Lucien walked slowly on the street where the water was up to his ankles, panting. Then he started running again.
While running, Lucien's umbrella was bent backward due to the strong wind. He was so weak that he almost couldn't hold the umbrella.
"Anyway, my clothes are all wet." Without any hesitation, Lucien closed the umbrella and held it between his arms. Letting the rain fall on his body, he ran even faster.
This time, without the umbrella, Lucien ran even faster in the heavy rain.
Only by trying his best could he avoid regret. Lucien's persistence, determination, and stubbornness were fully displayed at this moment.
The raindrops the size of beans hit his face, making him feel a slight pain.
…
Normally, it would take more than 20 minutes to get from Victor's house to the Musicians' Association. However, Lucien only took six minutes.
12: 41, outside the Musicians' Association, Lucien was panting heavily with his hands on his knees. His back was hunched, and his wet hair was stuck to his face. Raindrops dripped down his face and fell on the patterned rocks outside the door. His clothes were completely soaked, making him look very heavy.
After calming down a little, Lucien pushed the door open and walked into the hall.
Elena was shocked when she saw Lucien's appearance. She walked out from behind the wooden cabinet and asked, "Lucien, is the rain so heavy outside? You're so wet even though you're holding an umbrella. "
"It's nothing. Elena, where's Mr. Victor? "Lucien asked hurriedly.
Elena thought for a moment and said, "He should be in his lounge. I saw Phyllis go upstairs with lunch."
"Thank you," Lucien passed the umbrella to Elena and thanked her. Then, he hurriedly ran up the stairs.
Elena looked at Lucien's back curiously and asked, "What's so urgent?"
…
One minute later, he arrived at Victor's lounge and knocked on the door. "Knock, knock, knock, knock," Victor's room was very quiet.
It was Lot who opened the door. He didn't look very well. When he saw Lucien, he just nodded at him and didn't ask any questions.
When Lucien walked into the lounge, he saw Victor sitting behind the desk with his head buried in his hands, as if he had lost all his enthusiasm and hope. He didn't respond to the knocking at the door at all, like an oil painting that had lost its color.
Meanwhile, Phyllis, Herodotus, and Rhine were all sitting on the sofa in silence. The simple lunch in front of them was still the same, without any reduction.
"Mr. Victor, have you decided on the list of songs?" Lucien asked.
Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus were not in the mood to answer. Only Rhein nodded, "Yes, I'll use one of the original songs."
Lucien took a deep breath and tried to suppress his disappointment. He walked to Victor and put his hands on the desk, "Mr. Victor, I've just written a wonderful piece of music. I hope you can listen to it. I'm sure it can inspire you and help you compose a perfect symphony." Lucien put his hands on the desk and said loudly, "Mr. Victor, I've just written a wonderful piece of music. Can you go and change the confirmed track? "
There was still a glimmer of hope. In his anxiety, Lucien did not consider his tone and choice of words. Some of his words were also too straightforward.
"You've written a song?" Herodotus asked in disappointment and anger. How could Lucien still be so crazy in such a serious and sad atmosphere? Herodotus did not expect that Lucien would still be so crazy! He had no humanity at all!
At the same time, Phyllis glared at Lucien with her ruby-like eyes. She was obviously dissatisfied and angry. This was not the time to mess around!
Lot walked to Lucien and tried to pull Lucien away from Victor.
Victor didn't seem to hear Lucien's words. He said in a weak and tired voice, "It's useless. Mr. Othello went to Ratacia Palace to have lunch with Her Royal Highness ten minutes ago. There's no way to change the list. There's no hope."
"Is there nothing we can do?"
Hearing that Othello had gone to Ratacia Palace, Lucien felt a great sense of failure. He was easily pulled away from the desk by Lot, "Lucien, don't play tricks anymore. Be quiet, be quiet!"
Although he felt a great sense of failure, Lucien felt that there was still hope. As long as he tried harder, there was still hope. Being pulled back by Lot, Lucien said earnestly, "Mr. Victor, please try harder. There should be a way to change the list! The rain is so heavy. It might catch up with Mr. Othello! "
"It's useless. It's useless." Victor murmured in a low voice. He didn't even raise his head. It seemed that he had no strength left to support himself. There was only despair in his heart.
Lott, Felicia, and Herodotus had the same feeling when they saw Lucien's sincerity. However, when they realized that Lucien's fate had already been decided, they felt powerless. Just like Victor, they also blamed Lucien, "Lucien, you're just a fool. You're just a fool."
"Stop dreaming, Lucien. Although we also want to fight for it, it's useless. We can only give up."
"Mr. Othello might have already arrived at Ratacia Palace. It's useless. Lucien, just give up."
"Even if Mr. Othello hasn't arrived yet, how long will it take to compose a new piece of music? If you play the new piece well, you might be able to succeed. "
In the atmosphere of disappointment, Lucien took a few steps back. He felt very tired, very disappointed, and very guilty. "Maybe it's really fate that I have to ask for leave because of the injury, if …" He thought to himself.
"It's not my problem anyway. If I fail, so be it." Frustrated, Lucien seemed to have become like the other people in the lounge. There was no color in his eyes, only darkness.
But immediately, Lucien thought of Victor's care and concern for him in the past few months. He thought of his three weeks of diligent piano practice. He thought of his persistence and determination in the storm. Then he looked at Victor's lifeless body. Looking at the disappointed expressions of Lot, Phyllis, and the others, Lucien had an even stronger feeling.
He was deeply unwilling. He had done so much preparation and hard work. How could he accept such an outcome?
He still wanted to try. Why should he complain about what had happened instead of fighting for the present and the future?
No matter how big the obstacles and obstacles were, he had to face them, overcome them, and grasp hope. How could he give up now?
Lucien took a deep breath. He looked around the lounge and found the piano. It was a gift from the association because of Victor and Rhein's modification of the piano. It was placed in the lounge as an ornament to show Victor's contribution to this instrument.
Breaking free from Lot, Lucien quickly ran to the piano and sat on the stool. He opened the piano cover.
"What are you doing? Lucien! " Lot and Herodotus shouted angrily at the same time. Phyllis stood up and walked behind Lucien because she was the closest to the piano.
Rhein looked at Lucien's actions with curiosity and amusement. What kind of music could he have made in three weeks?
Lucien did not speak. He pressed his hands heavily on the piano with strong emotions.
Dang dang dang dang, dang dang dang dang.
Victor's hands trembled, and he suddenly sat up straight. He looked at the piano blankly. His head was no longer supported by the music, and his hands were trembling.
Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus' hearts trembled. They were dazed for a moment before they remembered to stop Lucien.
At this time, Lucien began to play the piano like a violent storm. It was fast, fierce, and shocking. The continuous strings were like relentless suffering, like crazy waves in the sea, like a bugle horn on the battlefield, and like a tide of enemies, they did not give the players any chance to breathe.
Occasionally, there would be a small piece of relaxing string, but it was always more intense, more desperate, and more difficult. It was like a short period of peace before death.
But in the face of such great difficulties and such deep setbacks, no one gave up. They were all resolutely fighting and fighting bravely, which made people nervous and worried. On the sea where huge waves were rolling, all the sailors on a fishing boat were working together to control the oars and fighting against the harsh environment. On the battlefield where blood was splashing everywhere and bodies were everywhere, the square formations were not shaken at all by the arrows and spears that blotted out the sky. When the people in front fell, the people behind replaced them, and they still maintained a neat formation.
Phyllis, Lot, and Herodotus stopped playing the piano. They looked at Lucien's side profile with confusion and confusion. Rhein stood up as if he could not suppress his emotions.
Lucien gritted his teeth and played the piano.
Why give up? Why give up?!
He could still catch up with Baron Othello. Even if he could not catch up with him, he could still ask Princess Natasha to change the song. Even if she did not agree, he could still use the charm of music to win her over. Why give up? Why give up?!
As long as there was still hope, he could not give up!
The first movement of the Symphony of Fate became more and more intense. Lott, Phyllis, and the rest of the students couldn't help but tremble.
Was it fate that made you give up, or did you give up on yourself?
Was it fate that defeated you, or was it difficulties and setbacks that defeated you?
Waves of intense and shocking strings pierced Victor's heart like sharp arrows. He straightened his back subconsciously, feeling that God was interrogating him.
Lucien played the piano quickly, and his emotions resonated with the music. Then, he was affected by the music and remembered his ups and downs in the past few months.
I wanted a peaceful life. I wanted a warm family. I wanted to love my parents and relatives. But I somehow transmigrated here and lost everything. I was filled with pain. I also saw the witch being burned to death and was forced to take risks in the sewers.
I wanted to learn how to read and live a better life. But I was stopped by the gangs and beaten up by them.
I wanted to learn magic in peace. But this is Aalto. This is Aalto where the church is very powerful. I could only risk my life and walk on the edge of darkness and light. I faced death again and again.
Did I give up? Did I give up?!
I did not give up!
As long as I am not dead, I will fight. I will change my life and my fate!
Lucien's emotions became more and more intense. His movements were crazy as if he was about to have a heart attack. The surging strings were full of unyielding feelings.
Was it fate that made you lose hope, or did you give up on yourself?
Was it fate that made you surrender, or did you obey "fate"?
Was it fate that decided your life, or did you choose fate?
No, as long as I am alive, as long as I can think, I will not choose to give up. I will grab fate by the throat. I will face setbacks and move forward. I will defeat all the suffering!
In the surging notes, Victor could not help but stand up and clench his fists.
PS: These parallelism sentences of fate came from my good friend, Cheesy the Cat. I happened to see these sentences written by him. I felt that they were better than what I had originally prepared. Therefore, I used them after he agreed. Thank you very much.
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