After introducing Marcus, Victor smiled and pointed at Lucian: "He is the Lucian Evans I often mention to you, the creator of the Symphony of Destiny." ”

"Hello, Mr. Marcus. Lucien followed Victor to his feet and nodded to Marcus.

Marcus smiled with a self-contained smile: "Hello, Lucien, you can just call me Marcus." When I was in the kingdom of Shak, I often heard about your reputation, and I wanted to visit you as soon as I arrived in Aalto, but Mr. Victor asked me not to disturb you in preparing for your first concert. ”

On the word "first", Marcus's tone was slightly heavier, as if he subconsciously felt that Lucian, who had no concert experience, was not worthy of the title of "musician".

Lucien replied politely, "Marcus, I have often heard Mr. Victor mention you as an excellent musician who has already had a lot of concert experience at the age of twenty-four. ”

"To be able to have so much concert experience, mainly because this tour has been invited by a lot of nobles. This was the most proud thing for Marcus, his smile became a little brighter, and then he sat down on the other side of Victor and showed off to Lucien his concert experience and what he had seen in different countries, such as the ancient kingdom of Syracuse, which admired love and love, such as the strict and rigid Holy Heltz Empire, and the unrestrained and fiery Shaq kingdom that worshiped warriors.

Lucien was very interested in this matter, so he casually echoed Marcus and let him talk endlessly.

When the hall was quiet and the concert was about to begin, Marcus stopped talking and thought to himself, "Lucien is not as proud and shallow as I thought, and seems to be very easy to get along with......"

Originally, Marcus was in the Shaq Kingdom through the "Music Review" and the "Symphony Herald" Zhilu said that when his teacher Victor successfully held a concert in the chant hall and taught a talented musician, he was happy and blessed from the bottom of his heart, but as he carefully read these two newspapers and saw the undisguised praise of Lucien in each comment, even the highest degree of praise, as more and more people around him compared him with Lucian, who was also a disciple of Victor, the peace in Marcus's heart became unbalanced, as if he was being bitten by countless rats.

"Why don't you wait for him to successfully hold a concert and then compare? Isn't there still a shortage of young talents who fall like meteors?" Marcus thought of those strange eyes and possible whispers in secret, and the little affection he had just for Lucian completely disappeared, serving as the court music advisor of the Shaq Kingdom should have been a peak in his life, but because of Lucian's fame and frequent comparisons, he had a very tormented life, like a complete failure," And he was so arrogant and arrogant to prepare a solo piano piece for such an important concert in such a perfunctory manner, and he was doomed to suffer a miserable failure!"

Marcus's hostility towards Lucien was well hidden, and Victor didn't notice it, he saw that the orchestra was ready, and the old but sturdy Christopher stood in front of the stage in a black tuxedo, so he straightened his back like everyone else, and showed his respect for Christopher with his own attentive attitude.

In the town square, Phyllis, Lot, Piola, Grace and other audience members also held their breath and waited with respect for the concert to begin.

Even the most noble scholars, such as Grand Duke Vaorit, Princess Natasha, and Prince Michelle, are expressing their respect.

The president of the Aalto Musicians Association, the most famous and authoritative musician in the whole continent, and a living musical legend, is about to start the last concert of his life!

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining me. Fifty-nine years have passed since I embarked on the path of music, and I am still standing here at the age of 70, in addition to the support of your white spoon, and because of the stimulation of a young talent, he has opened up a path that has made me find the passion to recreate music, like an eighteen-year-old young man. ”

"We will grow old and die, but music will not, music will never die. ”

Christopher gave a succinct speech for his last concert, then turned around amid applause, his right hand holding the baton and his free left hand rising slightly, and the music began.

The first three symphonies are a selection of Christopher's many past works, one intense and full, one solemn and noble, and one passionate and elegant, full of joy and happiness. These three symphonies were performed by the orchestra very well under his baton, which fascinated the "guests" in the Chant Hall and the small number of spectators in the Municipal Square.

This is a piece of music that has been performed for many years, and is often heard by parents and children, and it is a lot of memories of the past and life, and this is the power of the classics!

During the short breaks in the symphony's movements, as well as the long breaks between each section, it seems that the whole of Aalto erupts into violent applause.

After finishing the three symphonies, Christopher said with a little tiredness: "The next time my student Sylvia will bring you her piano sonata, and I will prepare for the fourth symphony." ”

Seeing Christopher go down, the nobles and musicians in the chant hall looked a little melancholy, as if they had lost something, and the town square was more full of admiration.

"It's a classic, and Mr. Christopher is a living musical legend. Piora said to Sharon with a smile.

Sharon nodded seriously: "I grew up listening to those three works, and it is the most honorable thing in my life to be able to attend a concert by Mr. Christopher." ”

"It's rare to find a great musician to be called a 'master' even in history, but I think Mr. Christopher deserves to be called that. Grace and the others were equally respectful and adoring.

Dressed in a white evening dress, Silvia walked to the stage, sat down at the piano, and put her slender and beautiful hands on the keys, and began her performance.

This is the introduction and help of her teacher.

The beautiful display of the fast-slow-fast three-movement sonata, combined with Sylvia's peerless appearance and temperament, makes everyone intoxicated again.

Lucien closed his eyes and listened quietly, feeling a little regretful in his heart, Sylvia's piano sonata has not yet gotten rid of the influence and limitations of past music and instruments, and has not been able to take advantage of the piano's wide vocal range, the contrast between the strength and weakness of the dynamics, and it is a good but still stuck in the past.

However, it was her first time playing in the Hall of Chant, and it was already good to have such a piece and performance.

At the end of the more than ten minutes of sonata, Sylvia received a warm applause, which made her a little excited, and she lifted the hem of her skirt to greet frequently.

In the midst of the applause, Lucien suddenly felt a gaze condensed on him, so he looked back and happened to collide with Natasha's smiling purple eyes.

Natasha smiled brightly and nodded, and Lucien understood what she meant, thanking him for guiding Sylvia in arranging, composing, and playing.

"He is the most beautiful musician. In the town square, countless men and women have the idea when Sylvia plays.

............ After a break, Christopher returned to the stage, bowed and saluted, then turned around and waved his baton with a serious expression.

The first two distinct and powerful notes cheered everyone up, and then the melody unfolded, creating a sense of being on the battlefield, and the momentum was magnificent.

When the horn-like roar sounded, all the people seemed to be boiling, and a magnificent picture of war seemed to appear in front of them, and under the leadership of countless heroes with white spoons, priests, knights, etc., united as one, charging forward like a tide, cutting off the head of the giant in, smashing the tower of the evil magician, and destroying the demons and demons who came to the world.

This is followed by a mournful and mournful movement, as if mourning a hero, beautiful and soothing, followed by a vigorous development and a tragic, vast, and passionate epic melody of victory.

When the whole symphony of more than forty minutes was over, Victor waited until he came to his senses, stood up one after another, and gave Christopher the warmest applause.

It's a theme music, it's an outstanding, excellent symphony!

In the twilight of his life, Christopher was able to break through himself, not only accepting the new musical concept brought by Lucien, but also creating immortal works!

"Master, Mr. Christopher is a veritable master!"

Piola excitedly announced to his companions that this was the most heart-touching piece he had ever heard since the Symphony of Fate. At this time, he was full of reverence for Christopher and longed to kiss the back of his hand.

Sharon and Grace couldn't control themselves when they waited for it, and replied with a slight trembling: "The master will never let him down!"

"He showed us the epic Dawn War!"

Archduke Vaorit got up from his seat and applauded, Natasha stood up and applauded, Michelle, Verdi, Hayne, etc. all stood up and applauded, crazy applause, long applause echoed in Aalto, this is a tribute to the greatest performance of a musical legend!

"Ladies and gentlemen, my concert has come to an end, and this is the last concert of my life, and it will be the first concert of his life here for Lucien Evans, the brilliant young man who brought a new musical concept. ”

"The last one, the first, what a wonderful coincidence, perhaps the Lord tells us that music never stops. ”

With Christopher's words at the curtain call, all eyes in the chant hall were focused on Lucian.

This is not only the praise of the master, but also his ardent expectation, from his words it is not difficult to hear, he hopes that Lucien will become a future music legend, leading the development of music master, and what kind of performance can Lucien show in the future?

Even if it is an unrelated stranger, at this time I feel a huge pressure, unbearable pressure.

Lucien, who had already stood up and applauded, bowed deeply to Christopher gratefully and respectfully.

(To be continued)