The silence in the audience lasted for more than half a minute.
The musicians holding small musical instruments quietly disappeared into the corner where they once emerged; the large musical instruments were covered with black curtains, placed on various roller carts, and were pushed by the students who had already prepared and disappeared at the end of the night; during this period, Fan
Ning Yi walked down the steps, got into the bushes behind the bricks and left quietly.
When the audience's cognition returned to reality and they all burst into excited shouts and applause, they discovered that everything in the square was as usual, and the conductor and musicians they wanted to pay tribute to had all disappeared.
"Why do I feel like I'm dreaming? So, we finally heard the premiere of his "First Symphony"?"
"What an immersive experience this is?"
"No, this is by no means a superficial experience! We are participants, witnesses, and protagonists. We have created history with our own hands and witnessed history with our own hands!"
The audience clenched their fists and looked at each other, their emotions and breathing unable to calm down for a long time.
"Let's go back to the editorial office!" The person who said this was a senior reporter from the music magazine "Hoffmann Gramophone". He rushed over from the area outside the square after noticing the movement of the crowd, and did not listen to the beginning of the first movement.
arrived, and then listened to the entire song.
The assistants carrying large and small bags and various interview equipment next to them said puzzledly: "Sir, it's only 7:45, and the graduation concert we are planning to interview has not started yet."
"You're attending a crappy graduation concert!" The senior music reporter changed his usual elegant demeanor. He was so excited that he almost spit on his assistant's face. "Let's go! Get in the carriage! Let's go quickly!! We must do it!"
We must be the first to report on Fan Ning’s unprecedented debut!”
"Then the newly promoted editor-in-chief position this year will be mine." He hurriedly rushed to the side of the square, during which he turned back and glared at the assistants carrying the equipment, indicating that they were following too slowly.
Fan Ning stood in the dark tree path in the corner of the square.
"The extremely different feeling is brought to me by the ritual form that is most consistent with music."
Thousands of inspiration threads connected to him kept buzzing, and the strength of the spirit grew rapidly, at least exceeding the limit of a fifth-level knowledgeable person.
Different from previous expectations, Fan Ning originally thought that due to the immersive performance in the open air and the limited skills of the students, the sound effect would be somewhat scattered. However, the conductor baton in his hand was vaguely scheduled to be in the hemispherical shape.
An echo field is formed in the space.
What is even more different from the past is that the previous spiritual resonance often fades away quickly after the performance is over, but now it is more than ten minutes before the end, and Fan Ning can still clearly feel the vibration of the strands of inspiration.
This includes all musicians and all listeners.
A certain kind of enlightenment welled up from his astral body.
"The 'Endless Fugue' controls the aspect of 'candle' and is the Lord of inspiration and the god of polyphony. He also controls the aspect of 'key', so he is also the Lord of reason. The god of command has previously revealed the complex through him.
Adjusting techniques, I have observed my own 'Light of First Awareness' from the glow, and its revelations about command."
Fan Ning stared at the "old days" in his hand, and suddenly felt something in his heart. He focused on the clearest thread of inspiration - it should be Qiong's, because she happened to be closer to him in a straight line.
, the inspiration is far beyond ordinary people.
"What is a conductor? The characteristics of any part of the orchestra are under his control. I can discern, dismantle, adjust, and expand. I present to the audience that according to my own will, this is 'Endless
One of the mysteries about the 'key' controlled by Fugue'
Thanks to the perfectly fitting format of the premiere secret ritual, at this moment, Fan Ning stepped into the door of learning the hidden knowledge of the "key".
"For example, according to Joan's 'Light of First Acquaintance' characteristic, is this considered a wound?"
Purple light erupted from the baton. He called on the inspiration connection with Qiong and raised his hand to tap the front.
Among the low trees, the lush branches and leaves were intertwined and blocked. They originally blocked the way, but now they quietly separated from both sides.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the San Lenia Auditorium and the Symphony Hall were magnificent.
Warm applause rang out from the auditorium, and the musicians of the symphony orchestra who were waiting for the performance all stood up and greeted the conductor as he walked out with respectful eyes.
Cecil wore a pure black tuxedo, took the stage with a conductor's baton, and bowed gracefully in front of an audience of about 2,000 people on three floors.
Some of Fan Ning's supporters did leave the venue after listening to "Symphony No. 1 in D Major", but more people chose to continue coming here because the time did not conflict after all.
Even if they are not interested in Cecil, they are still interested in the piano concerto of Master Giles in the second half. This is the finale piece performed by the piano genius Merici of the Conservatory of Music.
Coupled with the other half of Cecil's original supporters, the attendance rate was close to 80%.
"It is true that it has a certain impact, but it is nothing more than that."
Cecil naturally heard about what happened outside on Meyer Avenue more than an hour ago, but he has been busy in the auditorium since this morning. He did not go out, did not hear about it personally, and did not pay attention to the subsequent response.
Is there any more important moment in a person's life than now?
Cecil turned to face the stage, the musicians all took their seats, the lights in the hall were turned off, leaving only the stage bright.
The friction of open strings of various violins sounded, mixed with the running scales of woodwinds and brass and the sound of timpani.
Among the official members, more than ten people have gone to follow Fan Ning, but the backbone is all there, so it doesn't hurt. The only thing that makes Cecil a little annoyed is that the timpanist has been replaced. For such an important position, the level of other people is not as good as that of Lou Ya
Dale was more than a little off.
During the pitch correction, these thoughts made Cecil a little distracted, but as the hall became quiet again, his eyes refocused, he slowly took a breath, and struck the baton to start the beat.
The music begins with a short slow overture, full of peaceful emotions. The theme is the dual melody of the flute and the trumpet. On top of the extension, the light and transparent sound flow of the strings gradually appears.
The first movement is very romantic. The audience tapped their heads to the beat and followed the rhythm. Several members of the Bologna School sitting in the best seats in rows 6-8 on the first floor also showed approval in their eyes.
color.
But starting from the Andante insert of the second movement, the horns began to play obstruents, blowing out an unsettling melody that gradually fragmented into pieces. The woodwind section appeared in pure fourths and mysterious chords superimposed on augmented fourths.
The colors are empty and sour, but the texture is as dense as pulp, forming a layer of misty curtains.
If Lawyer Monroe and Elixir Cyndia were at the scene, they would find that the material and style of the music flowing now are very close to the records played in the listening room of the Red Onyx Culture Media Company at that time.
Many listeners, including several members of the school, felt that the melody and sound effects at this time were a bit strange, but if they listened carefully, they could confirm many indescribable emotions or pictures.
In the third movement of the scherzo, the vibrato brought out an intoxicating and exciting mood. The violin, flute and clarinet played syncopated rhythms and stubborn repetitions of unison. Amidst the rumble of percussion instruments, several bunches of
Lights suddenly shone down from high above.
These are three kinds of light and shadow: pink, dark green, and mottled gray. Their landing points intersect and rotate with each other, and like fireworks being ignited, they shoot heterogeneous sparks and beams in all directions.
In an environment where the stage was originally bright and the seats were dark, this lighting effect seemed a bit abrupt.
In the middle seat of row 8 on the first floor, a middle-aged man with short, middle-parted hair and a slightly depressed face was sitting. He was Principal Sternikai who had taken a break from the busy affairs of the imperial capital to attend the graduation concert.
At this moment, he and Vice President Huxley and Dean Gould, who were sitting on both sides of him, exchanged glances with each other.
Is this a problem with the lighting effects of the symphony hall? Or is it some special link to match the presentation of the music?
These well-informed people were thinking about it, and suddenly felt that this inexplicable and wonderful lighting effect was particularly like the scene after some extremely rare and extraordinary items began to sublimate.
Brilliant Essence!?
Isn’t it possible!? Who can get so much radiant essence and use it as fireworks here? Looking at this amount, the cost of squandering it will be more than the giant pipe organ installed on the building!
All three of them saw some confusion and instinctive alertness in the expressions of the other two!
The third movement of the scherzo is extremely short. After two or three minutes, the music is about to enter its finale.
At this time, Julius, the violinist who was closest to the conductor, suddenly stood up and laughed in a low voice at a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Leader Ram Cecil, your Tulungalia bloodline is compatible.
Although not as good as Ciaran Conor, it is almost the same. It is indeed a very suitable container. You see, I have told you in advance."
During a section where the violin part took a brief rest, she inadvertently put on a pair of strange-looking black gel earplugs!
Cecil closed his eyes tightly, as if he was intoxicated in this wonderful atmosphere, and did not hear what she said. He stretched his hands forward and made a slow pulling gesture to the left and right sides.
In the strange lighting, the parts of each orchestration group play the rotation and interweaving of different motives. There seems to be no tendentious melody flow, only the overlapping of layers of background sounds, rhythm patterns, and strange harmonic colors.
The first person who felt something was wrong was the second violinist sitting next to Julius.
The bow string was flying in his hand, but for some reason his mind wandered, and he remembered the curious report about the "Dream Man" incident that he had read in the newspaper.
In a section where the dynamic marks changed a lot, he looked up at the conductor's gestures, but found in a trance that Cecil's face seemed to be somewhat close to "Dream Boy". When he looked closely, he returned to normal.
More and more musicians have a similar kind of mind wandering, uncontrollably recalling content that should not be recalled on this occasion.
They noticed a similar phenomenon. From their perspective, the man standing on the podium seemed to have his torso and limbs getting taller and longer, the eyebrows and eye sockets on his face gradually getting thicker, his nose became thinner, and his lips became more and more curved. Long and exaggeratedly raised upward.
"Boom -" a female percussionist struck the gong. If you stand on the other side, you can see that the texture on the other side of the gong is like withered human skin, and it is constantly pulsating everywhere, like a dense heart. .
This is the "Pulsating Scoop", a ritual instrument that changes form after meeting special conditions - the final deliverable of the commissioned work that "Experience Officer" Erof had previously accepted!
Amid the humming, the audience was full of vitality, their expressions became excited, their pupils began to dilate, and there was an ecstatic atmosphere in the entire concert hall!
There were two lovers sitting next to each other somewhere on the second floor. The boy in a black dress suddenly turned his head and looked at his girlfriend: "My dear, this experience is so wonderful."
Suddenly there were about a dozen pairs of angry eyes looking at him. It was so disrespectful to speak so loudly at a concert!
"What do you think? I'm very, very happy for it." The boy in the black dress held the hand of the girl in the white dress. The eyeballs in the eye sockets dissolved and turned into two rows of red and black viscous rot, flowing out on his cheeks. Snake little snake.
"The dream has come true," the girl in the white dress murmured intoxicatedly. Her arms had been pulled down by the boy, and her entire lower body was getting shorter and shorter, spreading out like ice cream melting, until only the top of the thick black liquid remained. chest and head.
The anger in the eyes of the dozen or so audience members gradually dissipated, their expressions became relieved and joyful, and the facial features on their faces began to blur, like wax figures under high temperatures.
Principal Sternikai stood up from his seat suddenly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the stage coldly.
Cecil on the podium turned around almost at the same time, and with a "squeak" sound, his muscles and blood vessels separated, just like a glued object being forcibly torn off - his other half was still waving the baton towards the orchestra, and that Zhang's upper body with a scary face grinned towards the audience.
"Everyone, come together?"
The students in the front row seemed to be pulled and inspired by some kind of force. They stood up and moved out of their seats, shaking their bodies to the beat, walking slowly towards the stage, scratching their skin with some excited and exaggerated gestures, and spraying out a stream of
A stream of red and black rancid liquid.
"Plop-plop-"
The students on the second and third floors of the symphony hall also left their seats in the audience, jumped directly over the guardrail one by one, and jumped from the air.
Some people landed in the wrong posture and died on the spot. Some people fainted and remained motionless, but more people only suffered broken trunks and broken limbs. They dragged their drooping limbs and tried to move towards the stage, on the ground.
Dragging out black and smelly stains.
Not everyone was affected by this. In fact, some people knew it. From the moment Cecil tore his body to pieces and turned to face the audience with the face of "Dream Man", more than 30% of the classmates had already
Screamed in terror.
These are the group of people who are more distracted during concerts, or who have simply fallen asleep before.
At this moment, they were crowding and pushing like crazy, trying to escape through the gate on the first floor or the exit passage of each auditorium area. The scene was extremely chaotic, and a serious stampede had already occurred.
But when the audience at the forefront of each passage were about to escape, they bumped into a pale gelatinous light curtain at the door.
The latter is like an elastic net. If a person hits it one meter, it will bounce back four or five meters. Like a cannonball, it will knock more students behind to the ground.
The entire symphony hall seems to be blocked by some unknown force! No one can leave!
Vice President Huxley turned around in shock and anger because he recognized that this was the mysterious ability of members of his school!