Movement 1: Poem of Awakening (52): Trial Rehearsal (2-in-1)
Lucte's words made He Meng shake his head completely helplessly.
He had no choice but to hold up his cane and put on his hat, and said goodbye to Scheler another day.
People in the Special Patrol Hall, the church and the hospital stood up, moved around, opened the curtain of the spacious bar and filed out.
"Director Senesino, we have to ask you to worry more about our Miss Cuckoo's participation in the Masters Singers final. The teacher behind this Miss Nightingale who came out halfway is really..." Prince Eleanor's tone was a little worried.
"I will do my best to my dear students." Senesino made a reassuring promise, which was followed by Prince Eleanor's continuous thanks.
After the crowd dispersed, Miss Cuckoo Renilla raised her pretty face towards her teacher:
"Now you know why I failed to get the 'Helpless Blood'."
The troubadour changed his previous elegant style and seemed to be intoxicated and enjoying the fragrance lingering on the tip of his nose: "That Scheler is very dangerous, but compared to more critical things, the 'loser' is not the only one."
, other goals would be much simpler..."
"My dear student, I suggest that you still focus on winning the honor of a famous singer. The people of the South will be even more deeply obsessed with such girls. Only their love, pain and thirst are as popular as life.
Only in this way can we ensure that our happy people can pay tribute to the six doors in succession at the summer banquet..."
"Miss Nightingale makes me a little less confident." She twirled her hair like a toy for a kitten, "Master Lucter loves the art songs written by the person behind her, and has given him unlimited expectations. His
Hobbies are enough to dominate the aesthetic trend of the opera world in Tia City."
"You have the royal family, the church and the opera house. The finals are different from the qualifying rounds. In the former, his weight is three-elevenths, while in the latter, it is more than five-fiftyths. Besides, you are not competing for something beyond your ability.
, then I will bring some beautiful songs that are loved by the people of the 'pool' country, singing about greed and pleasure and promoting high appetite..."
"Isn't there a simpler, more straightforward way? I hate the feeling of uncertainty or the possibility of surprise."
"Schele is very dangerous." Senesino heard the implication of her words and reminded him sternly again, "And the church is not investigating now. The Special Patrol Office has already set its sights here, and the leader has risen to a very high level.
, he is watching all of this, but among the complicated things, only the bigger abnormalities will change from watching to paying attention. With your conditions, there is no need to make such a big change."
"But if by any chance I miss a famous singer..."
"That doesn't change anything."
The troubadour's back walked away in the aisle of the concert hall with only weak lights left: "You have forgotten the teachings of the leader 'Miss Scarlet'. Our era may not have returned yet, but the current era will definitely end. You
The purpose of my carnival is not to promote it, but to celebrate or witness that she will choose the cornerstone she needs to choose. You and I may be the buds or the nutrients."
"I am the bud, then the flower, and finally the bird standing on the flower." Miss Cuckoo stared at its disappearing figure and slowly showed a sweet smile.
In the bar room, only a bunch of snacks and wine glasses were left on the table. Chretien and Trois, who were saved by Fan Ning, wisely retreated to the outer corner, leaving Marseille and Marseille.
There are four teachers and students from Fan Ning.
Seeing that the other four people were staring at him, Masai Negu smiled sheepishly:
"Well, Mr. Scheler, do you still lack students here?"
"If I could have a concert hall, maybe I would lack a security captain." Fan Ning glanced at him, then walked to a six-person wine table on a U-shaped sofa, and raised a bottle of wine that was still half full.
of goblets.
He stared at the bright red lip marks left by Miss Cuckoo Renilla on the rim of the cup and lost in thought.
"Do you feel familiar?" Fan Ning put the wine glass to Luna's nose.
The little girl shook her head subconsciously at first, but after a few seconds, she spoke with some uncertainty:
"Teacher, you let me enter your "composition studio" when I was listening to Mr. Walter's concert. I seemed to have smelled a similar fragrance before. It smelled very good, but it was a bit dizzying."
"Are you sure Renilla is participating in the competition with you tonight, right?" Fan Ning asked Ann next to her.
"Of course, her serial number happens to be before mine." An nodded.
"Talk about her." Fan Ning swung the remaining liquid in the cup.
"I don't know much."
"The most basic situation is to say as much as you know."
"Okay." An recalled, "Miss Cuckoo comes from the Eleanor royal family, and the great troubadour Senesino is her teacher... She was quite famous before the competition, and was a young soprano in Tia City.
, her appearance, temperament and singing talent are particularly fascinating and emotional. It is said that the number of admirers and gift givers in the South is as many as an army... Teacher, do you think her style is very outstanding?"
"Not bad." Fan Ning nodded.
The girl smiled after hearing this and thought for a while:
"Then the teacher is worried about the competition? In fact, I am very confident."
"That's right." Fan Ning rested his arm on the back of his head and closed his eyes to think.
The divination of the 5-pound gold coin happened first, and when the incident happened to Luna during the concert, it was at the time when he was inspired by the Qiming Church. He was extremely sensitive to the contrast and recognition of external spiritual characteristics, and he was almost sure that the journey would be successful.
The feminine "flower-touched person" I met after getting lost in the movie was Renela pretending to be.
"In countries other than the Northern Continent, the difference between the church and the royal family is not so clear-cut. This Miss Cuckoo was born in the royal family and studied in the church. That is the background of the official extraordinary organization. Sure enough, the problem still lies within the church. Since'
The true knowledge of the wreckage of Hongchi has been activated. Since Boglirich has paid attention to track it here, I am afraid that there are many people who have been contaminated..."
"This person is preparing for a competition at the Opera House tonight, but the seductive influence has been traced to the concert hall. The method is consistent with the characteristics of the Pleasure Listening Club that mainly focus on 'dream infestation'. The secret camera I encountered at the beginning of time travel, Red Agate
The 'part-time job' method of the cultural media company, the dangerous characteristics of "The Painful Room", and the way "Miss Scarlet" tracks Joan... all conform to this characteristic. Renela intercepted the "Seven Blessings" and needed the "Eclipsed One"
'The 'helpless blood' of this crowd?..."
"Should we remind Bishop Castini about Renela's matter?" Fan Ning considered this question.
People must be dealt with for sure.
Twice, he attacked his own student twice. If Miss Cuckoo can still be alive and kicking, if the incident later spreads in the extraordinary world... Mr. Scheler wants to save face.
However, the highlight of this year's celebrity singer finals may have become the battle between Miss Nightingale and Miss Cuckoo in the minds of the public and judges. It would not be good if the other party disappears before Miss Nightingale takes the stage. Then, due to some rumors,
What should I do if I have compromised the value of my students’ honors?
Furthermore, in addition to threatening the people around her, the motives behind Renela's incident are unclear. If she wants to take action, it is best to get some information first.
At this time, Massenegu saw that Fan Ning was silent and asked tentatively:
"Mr. Scheele, I wonder...are you interested in making money?"
Seeing the other party's expression of "Can you tell me something new?", he quickly pointed out: "No, it must not be three to five hundred pounds. Your previous miscalculation made you laugh. After what happened this time, at least
An opportunity of three to five thousand pounds! It must be in line with your appetite as a profounder! Even if you don’t buy the title, this piano should really be replaced..."
"How to say it specifically?" Fan Ning seemed to have found some ideas.
"If the church loses such an important thing, it will definitely issue relevant rewards, involving both objects and people. And the Special Inspection Office, as Inspector He Meng just said in a long tone, is also paying attention to matters related to the 'Flower Ceremony'
, then we will definitely come to live..."
"Of course, ability corresponds to remuneration. The jobs we get as 'guides' are nothing more than squatting, looking at people, and trying our luck by investigating clues on our own. This can usually earn a few hundred pounds, but there are some
It's different for a big shot like you to criticize me. It's very possible that I can catch a big fish worth several thousand pounds or even directly find the 'Seven Blessings' or the instigator..."
At this point, Marseille Negu finally stated his plan: "Aren't you very busy? Then the blame belongs to you, and the errands belong to me. My reputation for fair distribution of remuneration is absolutely guaranteed, and you know it..."
"That's a good suggestion."
Fan Ning felt that he was indeed right.
Especially when you don't care about money at all, this is just using other people's funds to hire an "errand boy" to investigate clues.
"Go and investigate Miss Cuckoo, but you have to pay attention to methods and safety. After all, she comes from the top of the upper class, and her extraordinary background will only be stronger than yours." He gave a hint and made some tactful reminders.
"To tell you the truth, she is actually a noble girl who is quite suitable for realizing the knight's 'ultimate ideal'." Massenegu was slightly surprised by Fan Ning's reminder, but he then snapped his fingers and said confidently, "But in this regard, I
With sufficient experience, it is very easy to find reasonable motives for approaching a public figure. Well-intentioned motives always bring security. From tomorrow on, I will be her enthusiastic admirer."
After leaving on the ancient road in Marseille, Fan Ning arranged a simpler and rougher physical job for the three students:
"Stay here tonight to help me organize "Poem of Awakening". Walter and An will proofread the handwriting, and Luna will do the final transcription."
After a while, Fan Ning will continue to create in a dream, writing with inspired threads at a speed far faster than in the waking world.
But...it is impossible to distribute "Skin of the End" to the musicians during rehearsals.
You still have to check the scrawled handwriting during the creation, then copy it onto normal score paper, and hire someone to split the score and print it in batches.
"Should I... transcribe?" Luna hesitated, "I am... will this affect Mr. Walter's success rate in achieving the 'Awakening Chant'?"
"Do you believe it?" Fan Ning asked with a smile.
"Maybe a little bit," the little girl replied.
"I believe in the 'Unfallen Fire'. This term of 'lost color' can never be found in the Enlightenment Sutra." Walter quickly emphasized to show that he would never have any prejudice against his junior sister.
"No, it's fine if you believe it. I deliberately made the 'Song of Awakening' a little more difficult."
“…..”
"Teacher, how many pages will it probably have?" An picked up the finished beginning.
"It's only a little over a hundred pages," Fan Ning said.
"I finally understand why I didn't have to sleep in the future arrangements." An curled her lips.
The intense and orderly division of labor continued. By the morning of August 11, the first movement of Fan Ning's "Symphony No. 3 in D minor", "Poem of Awakening", was completed. The performance lasted more than 30 minutes. Of course, in the eyes of others,
It is for the time being a one-movement symphonic poem, and bears only the latter title.
A few others did start to fall asleep, but Commander Walter couldn't sleep at all.
He has too many things, and there are also some "bad things" included in them.
All in all, he felt very guilty for the next two days.
——The tour date was tight, so the teacher and two junior sisters prepared the works for him overnight, but by the time he officially walked into the rehearsal hall, it was already the morning of August 13th, the day of the performance.
There's no other reason than that those guys are just too difficult to coordinate.
Walter swore that he had maximized his authority as a permanent commander in lobbying.
But it took him two full days from persuading the music director and the hospital, to submitting an application for reproducing the repertoire and posters, to sending the parts to each musician.
In particular, he completely couldn't understand why he couldn't rehearse first, but had to go through all the layers of reporting and administrative procedures first.
Moreover, the repertoire of the performance was not even changed at the end!
What we are rehearsing now is a band encore song that "takes too long"!
Walter has already taken the stage with his baton, and the musicians in the rehearsal hall have already taken their places, but there are seven or eight additional gentlemen sitting on both sides of the wall, including the music director, the chief patron and the hospital's superiors.
He was holding the score with his legs crossed, waiting to listen to it.
Yes, an audition.
It takes too long. If the trial rehearsal doesn’t work, the return performance will have to go according to the original plan.
Those musicians who "joined a group" in Tia City in order to expand their staff would have to pay for their hard work from their own private pockets.
When Walter looked around at the musicians adjusting their condition, he glanced at the music director from the corner of his eye. He always felt that the old man's expression looked like he had seen a ghost.
I really saw a ghost. The permanent conductor said that "the teacher wrote a very effective symphonic poem", and the name was actually called "Poem of Awakening"?
"Obviously, they don't have sufficient inner auditory imagination, otherwise they wouldn't be staring at the title all the time." Walter shook his head silently with some pity.
What kind of qualifications are you pretending to be?
These people should understand that if they are mediocre in their old age and have no accumulation at all, then their age is not a capital that allows them to "teach" young people at will. On the contrary, it should be a disadvantage that will cause them to be eliminated.
Walter took a deep breath, calmed down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and sent a simple preparatory prompt to the direction of the brass part.
His arms are stretched out very long and his shoulders are open to express a strong and powerful expression.
"Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!..."
Eight musicians took up the glittering French horns and blew straight to the point a "Sorrow Bugle" that combined long and short notes with a strange march style!