The crystal wall suspended in mid-air has disappeared, but the municipal square and the surrounding crowds are reluctant to disperse for a long time, and they are still reminiscing about the symphony called "Dawn War", which is another great work after the theme music trend brought by the Symphony of Destiny.

"But comparatively, I think the Symphony of Destiny is a little bit better. Sara can't use professional and accurate words to evaluate, she can only describe it with her own feelings, "Although this symphony is grand and passionate, 'fate' is more firm and powerful, and it can move the heart more." ”

Lilith nodded her head like a chicken, "Well, I prefer fate too." ”

However, she soon became a frown: "But Mr. Christopher's concert is too successful, and the new work is definitely a great piece, what should I do with Mr. Evans's concert? ”

And as long as the disappointment leaves a deep impression in the heart, it is difficult to get rid of it.

"Isn't there fate?" said Sara with a wry smile to comfort her sister, who was equally worried and nervous himself.

Lilith looked up at Sarah, wanting to say something, but only sighed softly.

They all knew in their hearts that the works of the concert were classics, and the Symphony of Destiny alone could not support a complete concert.

In a dark corner, McCanzis, who had returned to the territory under the pretext of something, appeared in Aalto, his expression distorted and excitedly waving his arms: "President Christopher is fantastic, just to use such a perfect performance to make Lucian's bastard poor man have no chance of success, hum, it is so arrogant and arrogant to prepare a few solo piano pieces for such an important concert! When you can't meet everyone's expectations and can no longer serve as the musical advisor to Her Royal Highness the Princess, I will let you understand what a nobleman is!"

Nearly five minutes later, the crowd in the Municipal Square began to leave.

Standing on the top floor of the city hall, Phyllis condescendingly watched the black tide flow slowly, she didn't speak for a long time, melancholy and quiet, and finally she exhaled heavily, as if she wanted to get rid of all the tension and worry in her heart.

............ In the Chant Hall, the most noble nobles, such as Archduke Valorit, Cardinal Salde, Princess Natasha and Prince Michelle, stopped for the first day, because they invited Christopher to the box to express their respect and regret that a maestro would never give a concert again.

These big things have not left, and the rest of the nobles and musicians naturally continue to sit in their seats, exchanging with each other about the concert just now.

Lucian, for example, is discussing with Victor and Marcus the unfolding, development, reproduction, and conclusion of the theme of the first movement with the precise definitions he learned from the Library of Souls.

"It seems that you really have a lot of talent for theme music, for music with your own thoughts and emotions, and you're almost about to form a complete set of concepts with your own style. This is a must-have for every authoritative musician. Victor was pleased to see that his disciple had become more mature and more like a true musician.

Lucien smiled and shook his head: "Actually, many of the concepts and definitions here were put forward by other musicians during the booming theme music trend in recent months, and I just read and learned from newspapers such as "Music Review" and "Symphony Herald". ”

"It's true, and I've seen similar discussions in the newspapers. Marcus, of course, would not admit Victor's assessment, and then he stared at Lucian meaningfully, "President Christopher's concert can definitely be called perfect, Lucian, what about your concert tomorrow?"

Only then did Victor realize that Marcus's mood and attitude were a little wrong, and quickly patted Marcus's arm, telling him to stop talking, and said to Lucian: "Lucian, you are still young, don't bear too much pressure, I believe that you will eventually be able to stand in the ranks of music masters." ”

Having never dared to perform so many solo pieces at a Chant Hall concert before, Victor was a little worried about the audience's receptivity, even if he had confidence in Lucian's music.

"Do your best, and I will be worthy of myself, Mr. Victor. Lucien wasn't as nervous and depressed as he had imagined, although he did get a little ahead of his time. Even on Earth, the word recital came about because of Liszt, not because of the masters of classical music at its peak and transition.

Victor didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

After nearly ten minutes, the Grand Duke waited for him to leave, and the nobles and musicians began to leave, and all the people who met Lucien only greeted him with strange eyes and expressions trying to be normal, and none of them mentioned anything about the second concert.

Even Othello, an old-school aristocrat and musician who was so worried about Lucien's problems that the concert would fail, knew that the time had come for it to put more pressure on Lucian, so he stopped those who gloated and wanted to see Lucian's jokes to irritate Lucian.

............ 7:30 p.m. on April 5.

As it was the last concert of the festival, the streets of the Municipal Square and the surrounding borough were already crowded with noisy crowds, while the rest of the city's neighborhoods were empty and deserted.

The whole of Aalto is like fire on one side and ice and snow on the other.

Piola, Sharon and others learned the lessons of the previous two days, and did not perform in the afternoon, so they went directly to the town square to wait. At this time, they watched from the center as more and more people gathered around them, and heard more and more heated discussions.

"I don't think I'll ever forget a scene like this. Leslie, the cellist, closed her eyes and said, "This is probably the largest concert on the continent with the largest audience." ”

Piola opened her arms as if she were in the breeze, her face full of intoxication: "If I can also give a concert on such an occasion, then there is no regret even death." ”

"However, this is probably an unattainable dream. The honest violist Green shook his head and sighed, but how could he not have a similar dream in his heart.

"We're all about twenty years old, we're all still very young, and as long as we're still writing music at the age of seventy like Maestro Christopher, why can't we dream of a concert in the Chant Hall at the Aalto Music Festival?" said Sharon, expressing her conviction and persistence.

Grace pointed to the crystal wall in the air, which had not yet appeared, "Speaking of youth, Mr. Evans still has a few months to hold a coming-of-age ceremony. ”

"Hehe, there used to be a young musician who gave a concert in the Chant Hall at the age of fifteen, but that wasn't his first concert, and it wasn't at the end of the Aalto Festival. Not to mention Mr. Evans's music, he will also be remembered by history for this incident alone. "Sharon comes from a musical family and knows more about music history than any of her peers.

In the past, the youngest person to hold a concert at the Aalto Festival in the Chant Hall was Christopher, who took the stage at the age of twenty-six, and the eldest was a part-time musician who was a Grand Knight himself, and the record of 112 years old is believed to be difficult to break again.

Speaking of Lucien, Piola said curiously, but a little worried and hesitant: "Last night's concert and new works of Maestro Christopher were so perfect, what about Mr. Evans?"

In the minds of musicians who have not yet become famous, such as Piola, Lucien, who came from a poor background, experienced ups and downs, but became famous at a young age, and is a role model for himself, symbolizing the realization of his dreams.

But knowing that it was unfair for him to compare Lucien with Master Christopher, Piola couldn't help but compare, and Bi Jing's two concerts couldn't help but compare both time and meaning!

"Less than a year after Mr. Evans embarked on his musical career, he already had the great work of Destiny, as well as other excellent serenades and piano pieces, and even if the concert was not successful, it could not hide his shine. After a moment of silence, Grace was the first to reply, "As long as his concert is half the height of Maestro Christopher, I think it will be a success!"

"I hope so. Sharon, Piola, and the others all agreed with a slight sigh.

They were apprehensive to hear that all the people around them were comparing yesterday's concert, and if they couldn't get close to yesterday's level, I'm afraid that the vast majority of Iriku wouldn't think Lucien was a success.

............ Outside the chant hall, Lucien, who was wearing a black tuxedo and becoming more and more handsome, greeted the guests in the small foyer with Rhine and other band members.

Magnificent carriages drove in, and one by one nobles and musicians entered the hall, including the Count of Hayne, the Count of Lafatti, the Count of Hill, and the Governor of Othello, who Lucien knew, as well as foreign nobles and musicians who were not familiar with them.

Christopher arrived, smiling kindly and nodding to Lucien, telling him to relax and not have any pressure, and Sylvia, who followed him, said the same with a quiet smile.

Victor arrived, and he used a simple gesture to show that he had confidence in Lucian, but the tension on his face could not be concealed.

Phyllis, John, Joel, Elisa, Evan and Elena also entered, trying to make themselves look calm, but the worry and uncomfortable movements in their eyes revealed their true mood until they entered the West Grandstand.

The dark purple carriage came, a simple and ordinary carriage came, Grand Duke Vaorit, Princess Natasha, Prince Michel and Cardinal Salde came at the same time, surrounded by the nobles, they did not forget to turn their heads to greet Lucien on the other side.

Among them, Natasha smiled beautifully, raised her purple eyebrows, and said with her mouth: "I believe in you." ”

By 7:50 a.m., all the spectators had arrived, and Lucien returned backstage for the final preparations.

............ In the box, Grand Duke Vaorit frowned slightly, and criticized Natasha: "Aren't you worried about ruining a musical talent by arranging Lucien to hold a concert on such an occasion?"

He has a good impression of the Symphony of Destiny, but prefers the piano piece "To Sylvia" because it reminds him of the beautiful love of his youth.

"Yes, dear cousin, you are so reckless that even if Lucien is your musical advisor, you are not qualified to give a concert on this occasion. Verdi smiled at Natasha, "He's only one and a half great works. ”

"As long as they are not defeated by pressure, going through these occasions a few more times will help them grow up. This matter is what I agree to, and Her Royal Highness the Princess just proposed. Before Natasha could answer, Christopher took the blame.

Salde also nodded: "It can be seen from the previous symphony that this young man has a tenacious heart that does not compromise with darkness, and the Lord will favor him." ”

With the approval of the two masters in the field of magic and music, Natasha became proud and said with a smile: "Dear cousin, I think Lucian's concert will definitely be a great success, what do you think?"

"I waited to admire. Verdi had a look of complete disbelief on his face, but he didn't argue with Natasha and seemed to have something on his mind.

"Alright, the concert is about to begin. Archduke Vaorit watched as Lucien walked to the stage and to the front of the band.

............ On the municipal square, a faint halo lit up, and the crystal wall appeared as if it had been two nights before.

Soon, the band on the stage could be clearly seen through the crystal wall.

"Hopefully Mr. Evans will succeed. Lilith looked at the crystal wall very nervously, her hands clenched into fists, her brother Sara was also full of worry, and Piola waited to look at the crystal wall in front of her with a hint of worry and nervousness, waiting for the appearance of the talented musician Lucian Evans.

Lucien, who was wearing a black tuxedo, stepped on the stage, his hair was carefully combed, and he looked calm and handsome, very temperamental.

"He?!" Piola pointed at the crystal wall with her mouth wide open, unable to believe her eyes.

Sharon was speechless at first, and then couldn't control the volume and said, "It's the gentleman, the gentleman who attended our concert and exchanged music with us!"

"It turns out that he is Mr. Evans, no wonder he has such a high level of musical literacy, no wonder he can play such a beautiful piano melody. Grace muttered to herself for a long time.

Lucien stood in front of the band, smiled at Rhein, and waved his baton down.

(To be continued)