At 11:20 am, in the director's office on the third floor of the Musicians Association.

Othello looked at Victor in front of him with serious light gray eyes: "Victor, it's time for you to make a decision. In twenty minutes, can't you choose the music you're satisfied with? They are the crystallization of your musical inspiration in the past twenty years."

Victor had a pale face and a dull expression. He sat on the chair opposite Othello. The table in front of him was filled with music that belonged to him, but his eyes were confused and had no focal length. It was like watching something else through these music. It might be his first instrumental violin in his life, or a gloomy and cold cemetery.

After hearing Othello's words, his lips trembled slightly and he spoke with difficulty: "Can I think about it again? Director Othello."

Wolf, who sat opposite Othello, smiled with a strong sarcastic smile: "Think about it again, can you come up with better music? Victor, okay, don't hold on anymore. Maybe you think there are good music in mediocre works? Don't waste Director Othello's time, he is waiting to have lunch with His Royal Highness."

Othello nodded, took out a pocket watch and looked at it: "The time for the Princess to invite me to lunch is 10 minutes. The time for the carriage from the Association to the Lata Summer Palace is fifteen minutes. However, the heavy rain last night has not stopped until now. There are severe water accumulation in many places and need to be detoured. At least ten minutes should be set out in advance. Before that, I will take an hour's nap to prevent fatigue from losing my demeanor. Victor, you don't have much time. If you are not sure in the last ten minutes, then let Wolf replace you. He had just held a concert by the Count Rafati, and there was no problem with the cooperation with the band."

Lata Summer Palace is the palace of the Principal of Waorit.

Wolf's eyes showed extreme enthusiasm and desire. With his relationship in the nobles, as long as he could hold a concert in the hall of Psalm and as long as there was no major problem with the concert, he could go further on the musical path and would likely become a director of the association in the future. He took a deep breath and looked at Victor: "Victor, I don't want to take away your performance opportunities, but for the sake of the association, you have to make a decision."

Victor retracted his gaze and stared at the music sheet on the table for two minutes, then stretched out his right hand and pointed at a piece of music sheet: "Just it."

Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to take time out of Victor's strength and make him collapse on the chair. However, once he made a decision, although Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, he still felt a little relaxed in his heart. At least he didn't have to work hard and burn his soul to think about the new music, the music that had tortured himself for nine years.

"Maybe this is a good thing, and you won't be tortured to sleep every night." Victor thought numbly and desperately.

Othello clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Victor, I'm very happy that you can make a decision, but you have some problems with your mental state. If you can't recover before the concert, I have some potions here to help you, but it will have a little impact on your health. Okay, go out and I'll take an hour's nap."

Wolf walked out of the office with deep disappointment and Victor, who seemed to have difficulty walking. When the wooden door closed, he glanced at Victor with hatred: "Enjoy your last concert in Psalm Hall, don't let your wife down in Paradise Hill."

"You..." Victor could not accept others' attacks on him with his wife, and looked at Wolf angrily.

Wolf spread his hands, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically: "Why look at me? It is you who will disappoint your wife, not me, Victor."

After saying that, he left with a sneer, and Victor seemed to have been hit by the vital point. He squatted on the ground with his face covering his face, causing Lot, Phyllis, and Herodotus, who had been waiting next to him to panic and quickly helped him up.

"Let me go to the lounge to calm down and start practicing all the music in the afternoon." Victor said weakly.

Lott, Phyllis and Herodotus looked at each other bitterly, and it was time to start thinking about how to cheer up Mr. Victor.

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Leaving Victor's home, Lucien held an umbrella and ran in the heavy rain. The rain blew into the umbrella with the strong wind, wetting Lucien's clothes again, making Lucien's unrecovered weakness again.

In this way, there were very few pedestrians and carriages coming and going on the road, allowing Lucien to run very quickly without worrying about obstacles. However, the problem was that after running for a distance, Lucien had to stop and breathe because of his weakness, and the strong wind blew the umbrella to block Lucien's progress.

"Maybe a few minutes earlier, I can stop the list before it is delivered to Princess Natasha." Lucien walked around the deep water and gasped on the street that was flooded with ankles. After gasping, he continued to run.

While running, the umbrella in Lucien's hand was bent back by the strong wind, making him so weak that he could hardly hold the umbrella.

"Anyway, my clothes were all wet." Without hesitation, Lucien put away the umbrella, clamped it on the inside of his arm, and let the heavy rain fall on his body, and ran away quickly.

This time, without the obstacles of the umbrella, Lucien rushed around in the heavy rain and became faster.

Only by doing your best can you not regret it. Lucien's persistence, struggle, persistence and stubbornness have been fully demonstrated at this moment.

The bean-sized rain hit the face, causing a slight pain.

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It was normal for more than twenty minutes to arrive at the Musicians Association from Victor's house, but it only took Lucien six minutes.

At twelve forty-one, outside the gate of the Musicians Association, Lucien pressed his hands on his knees, his back was hunched, and his wet hair was pressed against his face. The water droplets dripped along his face on the graphic rock outside the gate. His clothes were completely wet and looked very heavy.

After a little ease, Lucien pushed open the door and walked into the hall.

Elena was startled when she saw Lucien's appearance and walked out from behind the wooden cabinet: "Lucion, is it so raining outside? You are so wet with an umbrella?"

"Nothing. Where is Mr. Victor?" Lucien asked quickly.

Elena thought for a while: "It must be in his lounge. I saw Phyllis go upstairs with lunch."

"Thank you." Lucien handed the umbrella to Elena and thanked her, and hurriedly turned around and ran up the stairs.

Elena looked at Lucien's back strangely: "What's so anxious?"

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The weak Lucien climbed the stairs hard and quickly, and a minute later he arrived at Victor's lounge and knocked on the door.

It was Lott who came to open the door. His face was very bad. Seeing Lucien just nodded, he had no doubts about him coming.

Lucien walked into the lounge and saw Victor sitting at the desk, burying his face in his hands as if he had lost all his enthusiasm and hope, without any response to someone knocking on the door, like an oil painting with color lost.

Phyllis, Herodotus, and Rhine who had heard about this, sat on the sofa next to him silently, and the simple lunch in front of him was still the same, without reducing it.

"Mr. Victor has confirmed the list of songs?" Lucien asked them.

Lott, Phyllis and Herodotus were in no mood to answer, only Rhine nodded: "Yes, I used the original piece of music."

Lucien took a breath, suppressed the rising disappointment and frustration, walked to Victor, supported his hands on the desk, and said loudly: "Mr. Victor, I have written a very good piece of music. I hope you can listen to it. I think it will definitely give you inspiration to compose a perfect symphony. Can you change the sure track?"

There was still a little hope for things. Lucien was anxious and did not take too much attention in his tone and wording. He seemed very powerless and said some words too bluntly.

"Have you written the music?" Herodotus heard Lucien's words in disappointment and anger, and asked back with anger and amusing. In this serious and sad atmosphere, this guy was still going crazy! There was no humanity at all!

Similarly, Phyllis' beautiful ruby-like pupils looked at Lucien with anger, clearly expressing her dissatisfaction and anger. This is not the time to make a fuss!

Lott walked over and prepared to pull Lucien away and prevent him from irritating Mr. Victor.

Victor seemed to have not heard Lucien's previous words, and his weak and tired voice came out of his palm: "It's useless, ten minutes ago, Director Othello went to Lata Summer Palace for lunch with His Royal Highness. He could not change the tracks, and there was no hope."

“Is things no longer able to change?”

When Lucien heard that Othello had already gone to Latasau, he felt a huge frustration and was easily pulled away by Lott from his desk: "Lucion, stop playing with your cleverness anymore, quiet, must be quiet!"

Although he had a serious sense of failure, Lucien always felt that there was still hope. As long as he tried harder, there should be hope. So while Lott pulled him back, he said anxiously and earnestly: "Mr. Victor, if you fight for it, you should be able to change the track! The rain is so heavy, it is possible to catch up with Director Othello!"

"It's useless, it's useless." Victor whispered in a dream, without raising his head, as if he had no strength to support himself, only despair was entangled.

Even though he felt that Lucien was going crazy and making trouble, he was so sincere and hard-working that he still made Lott, Philees, and Herodotus feel the same. However, when they thought that things were destined and fate had been arranged, they felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and like Victor, he scolded Lucien weakly:

"Don't think about it anymore, Lucien, although we want to fight for it, it's useless and can only give up."

"At this time, Councillor Othello may have arrived at the Lata Summer Palace. It's useless, Lucien, give up."

"Even if Director Othello has not arrived yet, how long does it take to compose a new music? If you play the current repertoire, you may be able to succeed."

In an atmosphere of disappointment and giving up, Lucien took a few steps back and felt very tired, very disappointed and blamed himself: "Maybe it was really the arrangement of fate that made me hurt and asked for leave, if..."

"It's not my business anyway, if you fail, you will fail." Lucien seemed to have become like other people in the lounge, without any color, just a darkness.

But immediately, Lucien remembered Victor's care and care for himself over the past few months, his three weeks of expectant and unremitting piano practice, his persistence and unwillingness to give up, and then he saw Victor's state as if dead, and seeing Lott, Philees and others disappointed but did not change the result, Lucien felt a stronger emotion in his heart:

That was a deep reluctance. I had made so much preparation and effort. Can I accept such a result with peace of mind?

That's the idea that I still want to give it a try, why complain about what has happened without fighting for the present and the future?!

That is, no matter how many obstacles and troubles there are, you have to face them, overcome them, and grasp the belief in hope. How can you give up now?!

Lucien took a deep breath, looked around the lounge, and found the piano. This was because Victor and Rhine transformed the piano, a brand new instrument, and was given by the association. It was placed in the lounge just a decoration, indicating the role Victor played on this instrument.

Breaking free from Lott's pull, Lucien quickly ran over, sat on the piano stool, and opened the cover.

"What are you going to do? Lucien!" Lott and Herodotus roared angrily at the same time, and Phyllis even stood up and walked behind Lucien because she was closest to the piano.

Only Rhine looked at Lucien's actions curiously and amusedly. What music can be found in three weeks?

Lucien didn't say anything, and with a strong emotion, he pressed his hands heavily.

Dangdangdang, Dangdangdangdang.

The terrifying, powerful notes sounded in the lounge. Victor's hands trembled without supporting his head. He played the whole person suddenly, sat up straight, and looked blankly in the direction of the piano.

Phyllis, Lott and Herodotus trembled, and they were still there for a while before they remembered to stop Lucien.

At this time, the follow-up string rhythm, which seemed to be a storm, began to appear with Lucien's playing, fast, fierce and shocking. Such string rhythms continued one after another, like merciless suffering, like crazy waves in the sea, like a trumpet sounding on the battlefield, and the tide-like enemies attacked without any breathing opportunity.

There is occasionally a small section of soothing string rhythm, but it often brings a more intense, more desperate, and more difficult situation, which seems to be the brief calm before death.

But in the face of this huge difficulty and this deep setback, no one gave up. They were fighting firmly, fighting bravely, which made people nervous and heart-wrenching. It seemed like a huge wave on the sea, all the sailors of a fishing boat were working together to control the sails and harsh environment, floating up and down without overturning, as if blood was splashing. On the battlefield full of corpses, one by one, facing the overwhelming arrows, the flying spears were unshakable. The people in front fell down, and the people behind were replenishing, and the orderly queue was still maintained.

Such a shaking string rule made Phyllis, Lott and Herodotus stop suddenly, looking at Lucien's side full of doubt and confusion, looking at his face with still water droplets, while Rhine stood up, as if unable to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Lucien flicked:

Why give up? Why give up?!

You can also chase Baron Othello. Even if you can't catch up, you can still find Princess Natasha to ask for a change of the track. Even if she doesn't agree, you can still use the charm of music to impress her. Why give up? Why give up?!

As long as there is still a little hope, you can't give up!

Emotions were integrated into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny became more and more intense, making Lott, Phyllis and others who were stopped beside them tremble all over.

Is it fate that makes you give up, or do you give up on yourself?

Did fate defeat you, or did difficulties and setbacks defeat you?

Fierce and shocking strings pierced Victor's heart like sharp arrows, making him subconsciously straighten his mind, feeling that the Lord was torturing himself.

Lucien played his hands quickly, his emotions resonated with the music, and then became more intensely infected by the music, remembering his ups and downs over the past few months:

I want a peaceful life, a warm family, and a loving family, but I have come through time inexplicably, losing everything, full of pain, and seeing the witch being burned to death and forced to go to the sewer to take risks;

I wanted to learn words and live a better life, but I was stopped by the gang and beaten by them;

I want to learn magic quietly, but this is Alto, who is very powerful in the church. I can only risk my life and keep wandering on the edge of darkness and light, facing death again and again.

Have I given up? Have I given up?!
To be continued...