Several people turned their heads in surprise, and little Irene, who had been holding Olga's thigh, cheered and ran over.
"Dad, you've got some rest."
Kaplan, who was wearing a hospital gown, was actually sitting on the edge of the bed, stuffing his shoes with his feet, and his spirits suddenly became good.
He had been in a coma for 20 consecutive hours since the last time he woke up briefly.
Feeling the concerned looks cast by his wife and colleagues, Kaplan's lips twitched slightly: "Did I remember the date correctly?"
"My dear, you remember it very accurately." Olga forced a smile.
"I'm a little hungry. It's strange. I want to eat a little bit," he said.
"I'll do it for you, right away."
Hearing what her husband, who had hardly eaten recently, said today, Olga's eyes lit up and she rushed in front of the maid.
Kaplan sat his daughter on his lap and slowly tied her hair in front of the mirror.
"Dad, is our location very close to Sister Xilan?"
"It's not that far, honey."
The steaming food is light and delicate. Shepherd's pie baked with potatoes, flour and egg liquid is his favorite staple food. Olga puts braised beef, mushrooms, tomatoes and chopped onions in it.
, a thin layer of butter made it shimmer, and there was a slight squeeze of tomato sauce on the edge of the plate, but otherwise there was no sprinkling of spices or sauce.
And a small glass of milk.
Kaplan raised his knife and fork to eat and started chewing with his thin cheeks.
He drank all the milk, and Shepherd's Pie finished more than a third of it.
Step by step, he walked to the closet, took out the white shirt, suit trousers, bow tie and hat one by one and put them on. He fastened the buttons and belt in front of the mirror, and adjusted the bow tie repeatedly until it looked right.
After doing all this, Kaplan changed from a patient to a formal and serious gentleman. A thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead. He began to sit on the edge of the bed and gasp for air.
In Olga's eyes, this was still the best day in her mental state.
After the initial surprise, she was vaguely anxious, but she still had a smile on her face: "You have enough time to rest and rest. I will help you call Professor Fan Ning now. You can ask him about the 'Super VIP Edition'
'Is your seat still there? By the way, tell him that you will be leaving soon to listen."
"Wait, don't fight." Kaplan changed his mind again.
"how?"
"He must be very busy at the moment. Just contact Congreve for me for the time being."
So Olga helped him spin the telephone wheel.
"Hello." After the staff transferred the call, a familiar voice came from the other side.
"Mr. Congreve, I'm ready to come and listen. If you still have your seat, please say hello to Mr. Fanning for me in advance."
There was suddenly no sound on the other end of the phone.
Today, the musicians have not seen Fan Ning come to lead the group on stage. The guest conductor Mr. Virgil gave some remarks, which made many people confused. However, Fan Ning’s conductor did not go astray once or twice.
"Second Symphony" was basically arranged to perfection before, and everyone was a little confused, that's all.
As a core member, Congreve was one of the few people who knew that something might have happened.
Originally, under normal working conditions, this knowledge scope would include Capron and Olga.
but now.
Did he dare to tell Kaplan, "The concert you have been waiting for every day may not be performed now"?
How dare he say that?
"Mr. Congreve?...Hello, can you hear me?" Capron was a little confused and took the receiver to his eyes and took a look.
Three more seconds.
"...Oh, this is a good thing... You are recovering well, which is a good thing... Come here quickly."
"See you in an hour."
It wasn't until Capron hung up the phone that Congreve's long, confused sigh came from the other end of the ear.
"This guy is definitely too busy."
Kaplan coughed twice, laughed twice, adjusted the angle of his hat, and picked up the cane next to him.
"By the way, score, don't forget the score, bring it to me, I'll watch and listen."
Before going out, he did not forget to remind his wife to pack her belongings.
"Under your pillow, Dad." Little Eileen climbed onto the bed and picked up the music score.
At 7:50 p.m., thunder, lightning and storms were still sweeping through the city in the dark.
The symphony hall was brightly lit and resplendent, and several rounds of applause had been given to welcome the musicians.
Due to strong requests from the art world and music fans, nearly a thousand people were added to the venue for four consecutive rounds, making it difficult to describe the scene as simply "full seats".
The total audience size of 3,000 people was an unprecedented event that far surpassed previous opening ceremonies or New Year's concerts. The corridors, aisles, under the stage, in the spaces between the boxes, and wherever small stools could be placed were all crowded, and everyone was crowded.
It was comfortable, but no one looked complaining.
The audience present today is not only large, but also of uniquely high quality. To say "academic" or "art world" is too narrow a sense. Almost all the upper class, including the cultural world, came out. More than ten masters from various fields came to attend.
Congreve deliberately lowered the price of some of the low stools and seats, allowing music lovers with lower incomes to witness the scene.
While they were waiting, they felt their hearts beating faster.
The actors on the stage have already given themselves a rare impact just by sitting there——
The string section alone has more than 80 musicians, which is directly equal to the total number of conventional Romantic three-pipe orchestras. They are packed to the brim and spread out like a fan-shaped pie, extending directly to the front and edge of the stage.
The volume of stringed instruments is relatively small. If an orchestration plan requires so many stringed instruments to balance the volume, it can only mean that it is competing against it.
In the middle and back position, the wooden and copper pipes all over the mountain are shining with silver and golden light, especially the 10 trumpets and 10 French horns that are waiting in full array. They are lined up in the golden section proportions, penetrating with a very aggressive attitude.
The whole band.
The two female singers sat on the side of the woodwind section, their figures mostly blocked by the two harps.
Further back, 2 timpani drummers and 4 other percussionists stood here, keeping their distance from each other. In front of them were various percussion instruments such as timpani, snare drum, glockenspiel, celesta, cymbal, and triangle.
Densely arranged, the thick aura horizontally supports the entire stage.
If that's not enough...
So when the audience casts their gaze higher and further, landing on the newly completed organ performance seats and the seats below, they will also see the back of an organist, and 80 solemn and solemn people in black and white.
The chorus members in uniforms were sitting upright in four rows and twenty columns, staring intently at the entire symphony hall.
Oppression! Shock! Suffocation!
This is not a question of four controls or five controls at all!
There are two hundred cast and crew members. It’s one thing to see the list on the set list, but it’s a completely different feeling to sit face to face with them at the scene!
What kind of work is this performance?
What kind of work would require this kind of organization and formation?
It is simply unimaginable, unprecedented in my life, and unprecedented in history!!!
But amidst the grand occasion, a few people noticed some unusual seriousness.
Some media or artists have better relations with Fanning, but I didn’t see him socializing today.
Lee Viadrin didn't even see him.
Perhaps today's performance is too important and there is no time to be distracted.
But the musician seems slightly anxious?
Some people even noticed that the most important musicians, such as the first violinist and the first cello, felt a little strange. Moreover, the first flutist did not come for some reason, and the replacement was the second in line.
Count Adair was a little surprised that Yulu's figure was a little too tight when he stood in front of the timpani, and that he did not rotate the drumsticks in his hands as he was used to.
The Marquis and Mrs. MacAdam discovered that although their daughter was smiling today, her eyes kept focusing on the music score for some unknown reason.
The president's brows furrowed, and his spirit sense calmly glanced around him in all directions.
At today's premiere, there are at least more than 50 knowledgeable people in the symphony hall. Among them, there are nearly ten powerful auras with more different natures. In addition to myself and my wife being knowledgeable people, there are also three people from the Guidance School today, Holy Sun.
Two representatives of the church in the empire came, as well as a poet and a literary giant from the Western Continent.
However, his attention was mainly focused on the 15 investigators in the Special Patrol Office.
The astral and emotional bodies of these people are very relaxed, even a little bored. It can be seen that the main purpose is not to enjoy the music.
The time they were assigned for this task was before the senior management decided to take Fan Ning away.
First, there was the "criminal record" related to Vincent and the Abnormal Zone; then he was involved in the secret clues of the "Grand Palace School", linking the "Hidden Lamp" and the "Fountain in the Painting"; and he was involved in the "disaster" in the subway accident.
He got it out; he was involved in the Vasius Apostle case, and was related to the "Red Pond"; finally, "Calamity" also revealed that he was related to the "Old Day".
He was almost covered in the remains and mysterious elements of the seven source gods.
Directly extremely significant pollution risk, number one file.
Musical performance is one of the most powerful mystical templates. This kind of people personally conduct the music they have written. They have prepared the echoes in advance, and are ready to listen to it while holding the ritual vessels and curse seals.
But today Fan Ning was taken away directly and it seemed that he would not come out, so he was very relaxed and comfortable.
However, McAdam and several mentors or bishops felt that these people in the Special Patrol Office just had enough to eat and had nothing to do.
Just tonight's battle in the symphony hall, and the number of officially knowledgeable and enlightened people, which secret cult organization dares to cause trouble here? I'm afraid that the secret ceremony altar just made a stroke, and directly gave him even the ashes.
Got out.
And if you really act cautiously, you should at least send two inspectors here, right?
While everyone was busy with their own thoughts, time passed by and the eight o'clock bell was about to ring.
The audience was ready for the warmest applause, but a few people's hearts had sunk to the bottom.
He didn't come out.
Roy in the front row finally looked up from the music score.
She looked at Sheeran and saw that his face was frighteningly white, and then her eyes passed through Sheeran, through the entire first violin section, and saw Congreve standing in the stage aisle.
He was counting his pocket watch anxiously under the dim light.
"Dang——dang——dang——"
The clock struck eight o'clock, and Kaplan sat up straight on the special seat with the backrest tilted 45 degrees.
He was just about to applaud Fan Ning when he came to the stage, but two gentlemen ran up next to him with his head down.
"The private doctor arranged by Miss Roy. If you feel okay, sir, you can pretend that we don't exist."
After the two people finished speaking, they sat directly on the small stool next to them.
"Thank you, Miss Roy, for your concern. I will insist on listening to the five movements." Kaplan understood the intention instantly. He thanked him in a low voice and took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, then put the score on his knees and spread it out.
"Wow!--"
Warm applause and cheers rang out, and Kaplan began to applaud along with the audience.
But three seconds later, the applause not only did not increase in intensity, but actually became smaller.
Congreve, wearing a straight suit, came out, seemingly holding a small card in his hand.
"This is?..." The fans were a little stunned, "Is this the host?"
"It seems to be Manager Congreve of the General Operations Department."
"Is there any opening speech for this serious concert?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, I need to read an announcement from Mr. Fanning, the music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra." Congreve's voice was low.
The applause suddenly disappeared, and only the faint sound of breathing remained in the symphony hall.
"announcement?……"
"Mr. Fanning's announcement?..."
"Why didn't Mr. Conductor announce it himself?..."
A bad premonition came to the audience's mind.
Congreve gritted his teeth and began to read the letter Fan Ning left word by word:
"With immediate effect, I declare in writing that I am unilaterally withdrawing from the Guidance School, resigning as president of the Uvranser branch, and resigning as music director of the Old Symphony Orchestra. All businesses and assets under Turner Art Hall, and individuals have published or
All copyrights to musical scores, recordings or theoretical textbooks under creation are permanently and gratuitously gifted to Miss Sheeran Conor, as evidenced by the handwriting of Carolyn Van Ning."
"Therefore, the premiere of "Symphony No. 2 in C minor" may be postponed."
There was no response, and the symphony hall was eerily silent as if it was closing time.
Olga tremblingly grabbed Kaplan's hand next to her.
But Kaplan didn't faint, nor did he lean back. He sat there in a daze, as if his thinking had suddenly stopped.
The two medical staff stared at him as if they were facing an enemy.
In the darkness of the emergency passage next to it, there were four stretcher-bearers ready to go.
Viadlin's eyes froze. President P. Boulez and his mentor Carmen Leon exchanged glances next to him, and they both read the look of disbelief in the other's expressions.
When Marquis MacAdam saw the breath of the musicians on the stage being stagnant, and when he saw the calmness he was trying to maintain and the deep anxiety on his daughter's face, his eyes gradually narrowed slightly.
The most dazzling genius of the Guidance School cannot withdraw from the membership without any reason. It must be one of the reasons that can be found by elimination method.
The symphony hall fell into a strange silence, and there was no explosive scene as he imagined, because these well-educated listeners were basically confused.
After this state lasted for more than three minutes, buzzing sounds began to be heard from all over the seats.
"Mr. Fanning resigned!?"
"The performance of "Second Symphony" has been cancelled?..."
"Why so sudden? What happened to Commander Fan Ning??"
Congreve had a second card to read, on which Roy handwritten four alternatives for fans to compensate for the cancellation of the Second Symphony.
But he felt that after reading Fan Ning's letter, he had exhausted all the energy to speak, and it felt like he had a lump in his throat on stage.
The musicians either lowered their eyes, stared blankly at the music score, or looked away at the audience.
Even those media reporters who are usually keen on reporting breaking news feel that their emotions are not very active at this time.
Time passed by, and Congreve on the stage did not say anything after reading the letter. The cancellation of the performance may have been a foregone conclusion, and no one left the table or lost their temper. The symphony hall was first silent, and then fell into a low mood.
Discussing in low voices.
It always feels like something is hovering, and this strange state will continue indefinitely.
Roy gritted his teeth, gently placed the piano steady, and was about to stand up——
"Please be quiet."
A thin voice floated out from the auditorium. Although it was weak, it was much more obvious than a whisper.
Silence returned to the hall again, and everyone looked towards the source of the sound.
Roy turned his head in surprise.
More than 50 knowledgeable and profound people turned their heads in shock.
The gazes of all the musicians stopped wandering, and Sheeran, whose eyes were red, looked away from the music score.
Olga slowly let go of Kaplan's hand.
She looked at her husband and stood up straighter from her seat inch by inch.
"Dad?" Little Eileen, who was shorter than the audience, hid behind and spoke softly.
Kaplan's arms and legs were shaking. He calmed down slightly, and then slowly picked up the music book.
Chapter completed!