Lucien was an introvert who was not good at expressing his feelings. However, through the piano and music, this was the first time that he had fully expressed his feelings. It was his stubbornness toward life, his persistence toward his ideals and feelings, and his unwillingness to give up in the face of difficulties and setbacks, as well as his stubbornness toward the so-called fate.
The intense emotions led to the surging music. Even though Lucien's playing and music had many problems due to his lack of proficiency and the incomplete strings, the emotional resonance of the music completely covered them up. Every note and every string was like a fierce and heroic battle. The five audience members were all immersed in the powerful and surging music, but they had different expressions.
Phyllis was the most sensitive one among them. Her hands were tightly clasped together, and her face was full of nervousness and uneasiness. After her father failed to inherit the title of nobleman, she hesitated for a long time because of the ridicule and contempt from her companions and other relatives. She did not give up her future and marry a random noble. Instead, she began to study music with hesitation and anxiety. The intense notes were just like the difficulties and frustrations that she had encountered and dreamed about in recent years. They poured in mercilessly and violently like a storm.
"Can I overcome these difficulties? Can I become a real musician?
Can I have my own status and choose my partner instead of being chosen by others? "
Phyllis became more and more nervous as the strings became more and more agitated.
Lot and Herodotus, as men, were under much more pressure than Phyllis. Since they could not inherit the title of nobility, they were most likely running away from the pressure and indulging in wine and women, living a comfortable but hopeless life.
The repetitive and terrifying theme hit them again and again, reminding them of the difficulties and setbacks they had encountered when they chose the path of music. They were mocked and insulted, and looked at with disdain. Just as they said, they could only be musicians and live an ordinary life, or they could overcome countless difficulties and obstacles to reach the peak of music.
The notes were so intense that they seemed to be able to make people tremble. The veins on the surface of Lott's hands were bulging, as if he was about to start his first concert in front of Mekanz's hateful face.
Herodotus, who was a bit cowardly, felt that he was facing the surging tide of fate. With a nervous and twisted face, he moved back step by step.
Rhein's elegant smile disappeared. His silver eyes were no longer calm, but surging with the music. He clapped his hands to the rhythm and murmured to himself, "Is fate knocking on the door? Hehe, I haven't had such strong emotions in a long time. "
Victor was the most excited one. He clenched his fists tightly and his body trembled along with every strumming of the strings. It was as if he was thinking about his failure in his first concert, and how he was comforted and encouraged by his wife. He begged a lot of people and was ridiculed by them. Finally, he got his second concert and it was a great success.
He thought about his decadent life after his wife's death. Later, in order to fulfill his wife's wish, he slowly walked out of the mire and became an excellent musician, winning the opportunity to hold a concert in the Psalm Hall.
He thought about his passion and energy for the concert, but he failed at the last step. He thought about Wolf's malicious mockery and revenge, and Baron Othello's serious and arrogant attitude …
All of these turned into notes that were as sharp as arrows, and they attacked Victor's mind like hammering strings, making him surrender and give up.
However, the unyielding spirit in the music, the persistence in fighting against difficulties and setbacks, and the stubbornness in not compromising with fate, ignited Victor's fighting spirit.
"I've failed so many times, and I can always get back on my feet. Is this failure going to defeat me?"
"As long as there's still hope, I can't give up!"
"Winnie, are you encouraging me?"
The first movement of Symphony of Fate was about seven minutes and twenty seconds long. When Lucien played for about five minutes, he felt that his body was weak, and his hands were weak. He knew that it was because of his injuries that had not yet healed. It was the aftereffect of running in the heavy rain. He thought that since he had played for so long, they should be able to tell the difference between good and bad. However, this idea was immediately rejected by Lucien, who resonated with the music.
"If you want to play it, you should play it completely. How can you give up?"
"I'm encouraging Mr. Victor to chase after hope. How can you give up halfway?"
Lucien pressed down heavily. The music was like a man walking on a tightrope that could fall off at any time. Victor, Lot, and the others were even more nervous. Phyllis and Herodotus could not help but cover their hearts with their right hands.
Fortunately, the next part was a more gentle melody, which was to pave the way for the end of the first movement. Lucien did not have to be so intense, so he took the opportunity to recover a little bit. Then, he started playing again, and the strong notes and the surging melody overlapped with each other. The cycle grew bigger and bigger, and then it suddenly stopped. Phyllis and the others were shocked, and they felt a bit tired.
After a short period of silence, Lucien started playing the second movement. The gentle melody was like a ray of sunshine penetrating through the storm, dispelling the haze. The wind and the waves stopped for a moment. On the battlefield, the soldiers returned to their camps like a tide, and the battle entered a stalemate.
The melody was like a healing potion that healed all the bleeding wounds. It was also like the warm arms of a loved one that healed the wounds in the heart after the battle against fate. Victor, Phyllis, and the others were no longer as crazy and twisted as before. It was like the soldiers had gotten a rest and were saving their strength for the next battle.
In the gentle and encouraging melody, Lucien also got a chance to recover his strength.
Time flew. Ten minutes passed by quickly. Compared to the previous vigorous music, the soothing melody was replaced by a short period of silence.
Then, Lucien started playing the third and fourth movements. The melody began to change, becoming more oppressive and gloomy.
The sun disappeared, and the haze reappeared. The sky was dark, and the sea was calm, as if a bigger storm was brewing. The battlefield was once again covered with dark clouds. The dangerous and terrifying battle was about to begin. The soldiers picked up their weapons and went back to the battlefield.
The melody made Victor and the others unconsciously worried. They began to anxiously wait for the final battle and the arrival of the biggest storm. The melody was laid out one by one, and the emotions were building up bit by bit.
Finally, the storm came, lifting the fishing boat up and down, full of contempt and toying with fate. On the battlefield, the battle began again. The soldiers were brave and fearless, as if they were going to defeat the undefeatable fate.
After repeated attempts, the fishing boat was broken and could fall apart at any time. However, the storm seemed to be coming to an end.
The repeated failures did not make the soldiers give up. Instead, they were filled with fighting spirit. They firmly and steadily forced the enemy to retreat.
In the last part of the third movement, the melody became calm again, with a touch of sadness and melancholy. It was as if the soldiers were mourning the death of their comrades and their loved ones. It was as if the sailors were recalling the beautiful memories of their lives and mourning for their friends who had been swallowed by the strong winds and waves.
The darkest moment before dawn came. The atmosphere was extremely unstable, and Lot, Herodotus, and the others became nervous again.
Was it a failure, or a victory?
Did he defeat the difficulties and setbacks, or was he knocked down by the difficulties and setbacks, unable to stand up again?
Was he grabbing the so-called fate by the throat, or had he given up hope and allowed it to arrange everything?
When Victor, Phyllis, and the rest of them were getting more and more nervous, the splendid and magnificent strings suddenly sounded and hit their hearts. This was the movement of victory, this was the movement of triumph!
Victor waved his arms vigorously, full of excitement and excitement. The sun had completely broken through the haze and dispelled the storm. The fishing boat was saved. The enemy was completely defeated. The brave soldiers had won the final victory. They had broken through the darkness and defeated the undefeatable fate!
Victory, victory … The hymn echoed in the lounge. Phyllis put down her right hand that was holding her heart and waved her fist up and down along with the melody. Her expression was similar to that of Lot and Herodotus, with uncontrollable joy and excitement. It was as if she had also gained strength and defeated the difficulties and pressures in life.
Rhein, who was much calmer than them, had a sincere smile on his devilishly handsome face. It seemed that he was also relieved that he had defeated fate.
After the thrilling victory, Lucien wanted to stand up, but he was too weak to do so. He had put all his energy and emotions into the performance just now.
Victor, who was still in shock, looked at Lucien in confusion and craziness, as if he was asking Lucien and himself, "What is this?"
Rhein, Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus all looked at Lucien, waiting for his answer.
"This is fate." Lucien struggled to stand up and stared at Victor.
What welcomed Lucien was loud applause, which was first from Rhein. He smiled and clapped sincerely. Then, Victor came back to his senses and clapped in excitement. Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus also clapped with complicated and respectful expressions.
Victor walked out from behind the desk and said to Lucien in a trembling voice, "Mr. Lucien, Mr. Victor.
"This is music, real music!"
"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Victor. I'm sure you've been inspired by the melody, and I'm sure you'll be able to improve the parts that I'm not good enough. Why don't you ask Mr. Othello and Princess Natasha to change the melody?" Lucien smiled, "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Victor. I'm sure you've been inspired by the melody, and I'm sure you'll be able to improve the melody. I'm sure you'll have a very, very good symphony. "
Everyone knew what he meant. Lucien was using this as an excuse to "inspire" Victor and give up the glory that he deserved. Lot, Phyllis, and the others all looked excited and joyful, while Rhein looked at Victor.
Victor was stunned and became silent. His expression was more complicated than ever. There was joy, gratification, greed, excitement, hesitation, struggle, and memories … It was as if there was a fierce battle going on in his heart.
"Mr. Victor, I'm not giving it to you. Just put me in the position of the second composer. I don't have the ability to improve the melody. This is what you deserve." Lucien continued to relieve Victor of his moral guilt.
Under the expectant gazes, Victor suddenly let out a long sigh. His expression became calm again, and with regret and relief, he smiled.
"I won't do that, Lucien. This is your melody. This is a great melody that belongs to you. I can already see a great musician being recorded in history."
"In addition to God and Winnie, what supports my life is my own morality. This is my creed, and it's also the biggest advantage that Winnie likes."
Lucien suddenly felt that Victor's shining moral light stung his eyes. A feeling called tears appeared in the corner of his eyes.
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