"Part of it should be the influence of the curse, plus I haven't sacrificed my reason and exploded my desires in exchange for power." Agnes said in a speculative tone.

"Most of the 'madman' curse on my body has been replaced by the 'werewolf' curse, and only a part of the remnants have been left to strengthen the 'werewolf' curse, and without the influence of the full moon, I am in okay state most of the time."

"Well, it's possible." Mr. Conte nodded and said: "You still need to pay attention to your own personality and psychological state, and you can't lose your vigilance because you are in a good state at the moment. ”

"Well, I remember." Agnes nodded and said, "This is exactly what I am doing, the church has been monitoring my mental state, and almost every month I will be assessed in all aspects. ”

Mr. Conte was stunned for a moment, then nodded abruptly.

"Since there is the monitoring of the church, problems should be detected in time, and you can adjust to the problems in time." Mr. Conte said, and Agnes nodded in agreement.

"It's almost time, and I think it's time for me to get ready for one last rehearsal." Mr. Conte looked up at the stage, which was much less crowded, and spoke.

"Then look forward to your performance, Mr. Conte."

......

Agnes sat in the audience, the concert had already begun, and Mr. Accardo had already played her violin variation in A minor, "Morning by the Lake."

Her gaze swept across the auditorium without a trace, and thanks to her sharper and sharper eyesight, she could clearly see the movements of most of the people in the audience opposite. She could even see their facial expressions if it wasn't too far away. She saw that most of the people were listening intently, so Agnes relieved herself, leaned back in her chair somewhat lazily, and closed her eyes to listen carefully to Mr. Accardo's playing.

Even though she had composed this piece by herself and had heard Mr. Accardo play it many times during rehearsals, she still had some different feelings when she heard it in the concert hall.

She doesn't have to think about what the piece is not perfect, whether it needs to be revised, and how to deal with it better. Instead, he completely devoted his thoughts to the artistic conception and emotions conveyed in this piece. You don't need to think about your original thoughts, let your mind diverge freely, completely put aside what you once pinned on this piece of music, and fantasize about it as a piece of music that you have never heard before.

It must be said that Mr. Accardo's violin skills are indeed superb, although Agnes has already learned this deeply during the rehearsals. Agnes can feel a very clear and clean feeling in Mr. Accardo's performance, which can make people feel as if they are really at the lake on a summer morning, enjoying the morning breeze with the grass and flowers around them in the quiet breeze. Or it can turn into a lake weed, undulating with the gently undulating surface of the water with its own species with small bright yellow flowers blooming beside it.

Agnes opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Accardo on the stage.

Mr. Accardo's standing posture looks slightly relaxed but not lazy, not completely still, but also does not move too much, and the posture of holding the piano is also elegant and calm. He leaned back slightly, his eyes half-closed at the strings, and he seemed fully engaged in playing the piece.

Mr. Accardo always has an indescribable sense of innocence when playing the violin, with a little aristocratic elegance, which is pleasing to the eye. This may be one of the reasons why Mr. Accardo has been able to make a name for himself in the music scene of Fenerport City, despite his infrequent involvement.

Agnes closed her eyes again, enjoying Mr. Accardo's performance with peace of mind, and did not open her eyes until she had finished the last note, looking at the stage.

On stage, Mr. Accardo remained in his playing position, and after about a minute or two, his bow left the strings, and his left hand slowly drooped down.

Agnes applauded along with the audience, and Mr. Accardo seemed to be aware of it, and his gaze swept in the direction where Agnes was, then he bent slightly, bowed, and left the stage.

Agnes also got up and left the audience and walked backstage to the continuous applause of the entire concert hall.

......

"Mr. Accardo." Agnes found Trevor Accardo, who was resting backstage, carefully and carefully wiping the rosin powder that had fallen on the piano as he had just played.

Hearing Agnes' voice, Mr. Accardo raised his head slightly, looked at Agnes and smiled, and said:

"I saw you applaud, and it seems that my performance is quite satisfactory."

"Of course, Mr. Accardo's performance far exceeded my expectations, and I was completely immersed in your performance." Agnes said with a smile.

"It's an honor to be complimented by little Angness." Mr. Accardo laughed, put the piano in his hand in the case, and asked with a smile:

"Don't go to see Edmundo? "Moonlit Night" is me and Edmundo, don't worry about whether 'Mr. Conte' has adjusted his mood? ”

Agnes smiled ashamedly and said, "Mr. Accardo, don't make fun of me. ”

Mr. Accardo picked up the piano and bow again, then handed the case to Agnes, and said, "Let's go, let's go to Edmundo together, "Moonlit Night" is the third song, and we still have more than twenty minutes to rest. ”

......

Agnes was back in the audience, Mr. Accardo and Mr. Conte were on stage, and the band was seated.

Agnes looked closely at Mr. Conte, who had already made a ready pose.

Monsieur Conte tucked his baton in front of his chest and curled up slightly, and the whole concert hall fell into almost complete silence for a moment.

After about a dozen seconds of silence, he moved, gently and soothingly. The violin chords of the orchestra then sound softly and melodiously, which is the main chord section of the first movement, with a slight sense of silence and depth of the night.

Mr. Accardo's performance blended in perfectly, tactfully and with a little melancholy, like an aristocratic girl yearning for freedom standing by the window and singing a psalm, which became more and more vivid under the accompaniment of the orchestra.

From time to time, Mr. Conte's gaze swept to Mr. Accardo, and his conducting movements became more and more gentle in accordance with Mr. Accardo's playing.

Agnes listened intently as she listened to their performance, slowly immersing herself in the beautiful night depicted in this piece.