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There were only four notes, but they were full of characteristics and rhythms. It was as if fate or death was knocking on everyone's door. No one could avoid it, and no one could escape from it. Just from them, it seemed that one could predict the theme of the whole music, a theme that completely supported the music.
Then, the horns changed and developed a similar, bright and powerful second theme, which was the determination and will to fight against the dark forces under fate.
The first theme and the second theme were fiercely fighting each other, as if difficulties, dangers, and desperation were coming at them like a storm. The heroes could only struggle to hold on. The melody was intense, oppressive, and terrifying. Most of the nobles who had never been through a battle and only relied on their superior blood power to activate their power, and the musicians who were just ordinary people clenched their fists and leaned back on their chairs, as if they could not bear the extremely intense melody and the blow of darkness. The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit and Wolf were the same.
Some of the nobles who had experienced the war against the dark creatures and the infidels, such as Lord Venn, who was standing next to the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit, looked solemn and anxious, as if they had returned to the battlefield that left a deep impression on them.
Sardes was still calm, but his half-closed eyes had opened. His eyes were no longer cloudy but full of sharp light, as if he had recalled his experience when he was young.
Neither of them had experienced a large-scale, real war, but Verdi and Natasha's performances were completely different. Verdi clenched his right fist and placed it across his abdomen, emitting a heavy and indestructible air, which reminded people of the Violet family's nickname of 'Shield of Truth'. Natasha, on the other hand, leaned forward, her face full of the desire and will to fight, as if she was going to charge at the darkness and fate and crush them head-on.
Victor, who had integrated his feelings and his past life experience, was very devoted to the performance. Compared to the time when Lucien played the Symphony of Fate, the Symphony of Fate had been perfected. The first theme, "The Oppression of Fate and Darkness", and the second theme, "Never Give Up Fighting Against Difficulties", were getting more and more intense. It was not until the climax that it ended with the temporary victory of fate.
This allowed the nobles and musicians who could no longer bear the intense melody to relax a little. Only Natasha waved her arm in dissatisfaction, as if she was angry that fate had not been defeated yet.
In the second movement, the viola, cello, woodwind, and brass alternated between the two themes. Lyricism, serenity, contemplation, and heroism went hand in hand, showing the warrior's will and confidence. Both the music and the audience's courage were encouraged little by little. The heroic spirit infected more and more people. The nobles and musicians became excited, nervous, and expectant.
There had never been a symphony that could make them feel so emotional.
The third movement once again returned to the dangerous and intense theme of fate and darkness. The oppressive, painful, and dangerous melody was like a barrage of sharp arrows shooting at the audience. However, the inspiring theme of never being defeated by difficulties and never giving in to darkness still gave the audience a glimmer of hope in this extremely tense moment.
Natasha's long and slender legs were slightly bent, like a cheetah that was ready to strike at the darkness and fate. This symphony seemed to have touched her heart the most.
When the bright light pierced through the darkness and the exciting triumphant movement resounded, the Grand Dukes Of Orvarit heaved a long sigh of relief and waved his arms vigorously, as if to welcome his victory over the darkness. The other nobles, including Verdi, were also very excited. Natasha even stood up and walked to the edge of the box. She held the railing and looked at the band with satisfaction.
Sylvia and the other musicians leaned back in their chairs and looked at each other with surprise, shock, and affirmation. They already knew that this was a composition by a newcomer. However, this composition was unexpectedly good, and could even be called great.
"Is this another musical genius like Gesu and Tvar?"
In this magnificent and triumphant movement, Woolf, who had just come back to his senses, looked very gloomy, as if he was about to die. Even as a critical and malicious critic, he could not deceive himself that this was a poor or average composition. "Victor's student is really an unimaginable musical genius. No wonder he took in a poor person as his student."
He anxiously looked at Othello and the people in the box, hoping that the nobles and bishops who did not like the theme music would give harsh comments after the performance. This was his last chance.
Chorre, Alisa, John, and Elena did not expect that Lucien's composition would be so excellent. They were completely immersed in the atmosphere expressed by the music. Their emotions changed with the tension and excitement of the music, and they did not have time to think about anything else.
Victor was completely immersed in the music, showing his emotions without any reservation. In the end, he twitched as he led the orchestra to complete the final climax. The darkness was completely dispelled, and the hero was completely triumphant. The passionate melody of never giving up and never bowing to difficulties echoed in the hall.
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit could not hold back his excitement anymore. He stood up and walked to the railing at the front of the box, and together with Natasha, they saluted the orchestra and Victor.
However, there was no need for the archduke to take the lead. Before he did, a resounding applause had already come from all directions, echoing throughout the entire hall.
Only when feelings were involved could the audience be influenced and their emotions fluctuated!
There was no doubt that this concert was a great success!
Victor pressed his right hand on his chest and saluted back to the box. Then he quickly walked back to the backstage and pulled Lucien out. Lucien was prepared, so he did not resist. He calmly followed Victor to the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce my student. He is Lucien Evans." It's Evans, the composer of that piece of music, "Victor said loudly to the people in the room.
The applause became louder and more enthusiastic. The nobles and musicians were clapping and talking excitedly, "What a genius! This is unprecedented music."
"Great music, great young man." Hayne Count praised, and in his heart, he whispered, "Even though I don't know much about music, I'm still moved by it."
The Grand Dukes Of Orvarit clapped and said loudly, "What an unparalleled symphony! Young man, you will definitely become an outstanding, or even a great musician."
After he finished speaking, Natasha did not use much strength, but her voice echoed in the hall, "I can't express my feelings with words, but from this work, I feel something extraordinary. This is the music I've always been looking for, a music with a complete emotional theme, and many of the composing techniques are intoxicating. Lucien, you will be a revolutionary in the history of music! "
After the music finished, Verdi also could not help but applaud. When Natasha finished speaking, his face slightly changed. He could not believe that he could not compare with a person who had only studied music for three months. This feeling made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Sardes stood up slowly like a real old man. He smiled and looked at Lucien, "Young man, you have an unyielding soul. May the Lord bless you."
The three most powerful people in Aalto all expressed their appreciation for Lucien's music. Therefore, the applause was even louder, and it lasted for a long time. Chorre and the others were completely awakened.
Chorre clapped like crazy, as if it was not Lucien who was being praised in the Psalm Hall, but himself. Ever since Lucien started to study music, Chorre had entrusted his dream to him. However, he did not expect that his dream would come true so soon. Chorre's eyes were filled with tears.
"Lucien, you're awesome. You've made much more progress than me." John was excited about his friend's success. His face was red as he applauded.
Elena, on the other hand, could not believe her eyes. It was hard for her to believe that a poor young man who was still carrying garbage a few months ago could compose the best symphony in the world, and he had already become an excellent musician who was praised by everyone.
"You should call him Mr. Evans from now on …"
Among all the people, only Wolf sat on the chair as if he had lost his soul. He did not even have the strength to speak.
"This is a gift from the Lord." Lucien saluted back to the applause like a gentleman, playing the role of a devout believer, which would help him to get rid of suspicion in the future. Also, after being praised by the Grand Duke, the Grand Cardinal, and the princess, at least the church guards and sheriffs would be more polite to him. Without any evidence, they would not dare to arrest or search him.
Sard nodded, and then he looked at the grand duke, "I'm very happy that I can hear so many excellent pieces of music when I'm only here once in a blue moon." Especially the last one, which expresses that the light will defeat the darkness, and that the life blessed by the Lord will overcome all difficulties. This is a gift from the Lord to the believers. " With Lucien's affirmation, no one would attack the symphony with the words "the Lord's destiny" anymore, although anyone with basic musical knowledge could understand the true meaning of the symphony.
The applause did not stop for a long time. Victor's eyes were wet and his face was red. He knew that his first concert in the Psalm Hall was an unprecedented success. He murmured, "Did you hear that, Winnie? Did you hear that, Winnie? "Then he bowed with Lucien.
Surrounded by applause, Lucien bowed again and again. Natasha looked at Verdi with joy, "His work is undoubtedly better than yours. Everyone can prove it. What do you think, my dear cousin? "
"This is his work, not yours, Natasha." Verdi avoided the key point and attacked Natasha's weakness.
Natasha pursed her lips. Unwilling to admit defeat, he said, "His thematic and unique music has given me a lot of inspiration and inspiration. I may soon have a work that will surpass yours. Maybe I should ask him to be my music consultant, my dear cousin. "
Verdi was dazed for a second and then spread out his hands, "This is probably the result of his life experience. It will take him at least two or three years to come up with something as good as yours. My dear cousin, I don't think you can succeed."
"Maybe I can try." Natasha raised her eyebrows and smiled.
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When the nobles left the stage one by one, Lucien and Victor returned to the backstage. When the musicians saw them, they were still excited and respectful.
"Mr. Victor, Mr. Evans, this is the best concert we've ever attended."
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