Second Movement The Flowers of the Field Tell Me (1): Origin (2-in-1)
In the rehearsal hall, the pink fragrance in the air accentuated the orange shadow of the gas lamp.
As a conductor standing on the stage, a conductor with equally keen ears and eyes, Walter did not feel that he would see the wrong person.
But the other party's tone was too firm, and he looked like "Mr. Scheele has something to tell you in detail" when he met me.
He had to scan all the musicians suspiciously, and then felt that the teacher should not pretend to be a musician to sneak into the crowd.
"Oh, then he went to the bathroom?" Archbishop Fields continued to ask with a polite smile.
Walter became even more confused after hearing this question.
Did the teacher sneak in and then sneak out?
He looked around again, checked repeatedly, and then said cautiously: "The teacher didn't come here today. But, Mr. Archbishop, I want to ask first -"
The crowd became quiet again.
Walter was not stupid. Since the conversation that day had told him that "you can experience it," he could probably guess what happened at the moment. But the problem was that he had been arguing with his boss for two days and had just entered the rehearsal hall! Again!
How should I put it, you should work hard all day long to be able to do this, right?
He feels like he hasn’t started yet!
As a rigorous conductor, while feeling uneasy and excited, he also believed that it was somewhat necessary to confirm this with people who “know the business”:
"I want to ask first, is this the 'Awakening Chant'? Why isn't it a live concert? Did I understand it wrong somewhere? This is somewhat... uh, sorry, I don't know how to organize it.
The language, I just feel like it seems a bit arbitrary..."
Walter’s conductor’s emotional intelligence or personality is indeed somewhat inarticulate.
Logically speaking, if he said it like this in front of so many important people, it would somewhat arouse the anger and grief in the hearts of some people who had racked their brains for decades and failed to succeed, saying, "You fucking know it too."
It’s up to you to do whatever you want, even if you know why, you still say it!
!”
But in fact, no one listened to what he said at all. Everyone's attention was stuck in the previous sentence and couldn't get out——
"Mr. Scheele didn't come today?"
"He never came!?"
Everyone felt like they were hearing hallucinations in their ears.
"Sir Walter, what I also want to confirm first is -" The elegant Janus language came from the mouth of Queen Eleanor. This woman was wearing a gorgeous dress, with a graceful and luxurious temperament. Time has not affected her appearance.
The head of the Principality of Tiya City, who had left traces on his body, felt that things were a bit ridiculous at this moment, "Mr. Scheler is your teacher, right? You are rehearsing a symphony poem newly written by your teacher, right?"
"Yes." Walter nodded.
"May I ask, why doesn't Mr. Scheele come to see you?" Queen Eleanor asked the doubts in the minds of everyone present.
The crowd in the back was finally cleared by the staff, and the media reporters who rushed over kept taking pictures with "kacha kacha" sounds.
"The teacher wants me to arrange it myself." Walter answered truthfully in front of the media.
"...Is it because he has more important things to do?"
"Yes, he said he was going out to play today."
"...Okay, so what's the name of this work?" The Queen's response lingered longer amid the sound of the shutter.
"Poetry of Awakening."
".......So, are you prepared? This sounds like it must be a piece full of profound secrets and difficult techniques. It must be extremely difficult and time-consuming.
"It's been a long time, right?" The fluency of the conversation gradually became rigid, and the intervals gradually became longer.
"It's really difficult." Faced with a long and short sword, Walter scratched his head in embarrassment, "The teacher started writing the pen the day before yesterday, and just finished it and explained it. Today is the first rehearsal. You may have heard it outside just now. There are many filming points.
Everything is not in progress at the same time, the facial expression terminology processing has not started yet, the balance of the voices is not very good, some notes of the brass section are not very accurate, and the ensemble as a whole has been interrupted several times..."
"........................"
Seeing that everyone was silent or hesitated to speak, Walter continued to express sincerely:
"To be honest, we have to perform this piece at night, and we may have to make time to arrange it during the day. After all, the audience also spent money to buy tickets..."
Facing a large group of big names whose status far surpassed his own, his music director began to wink at Walter desperately.
It's all a good thing, the pie is on your own head, but don't talk about such details!
However, Walter continued under a large circle of cameras: "The main reason is that the time is too hasty. If the flaws in the performance are too obvious, even friends who are not very professional may be able to hear it. For a professional orchestra
That’s not good, even though the original plan was to have an encore..."
"What? Encore!?" Archbishop Fields suddenly shouted, "Who is your music director? Don't you care about this kind of thing?"
The winking band leader was shocked, immediately stopped his expression, and stood calmly among the crowd with his hands behind his back.
The next moment, he saw the investors and musicians all paying attention subconsciously.
The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
There began to be whispers from behind the crowd:
"That person is the music director? He looks quite old."
"Did I hear it wrong? The encore song? It's not the official song?"
"Is the Akobe Symphony Orchestra so powerful? A new piece that can achieve awakening is actually included in the encore? And the composer is not invited during rehearsals?"
"The problem is, didn't Mr. Walter say that he got the score from the teacher the day before yesterday? Why did it just happen for the first time?"
“…..”
The music director began to sweat on his forehead. Fortunately, a low question finally made him feel like he was being pardoned and put things back on track:
"Commander Walter, please take us to Mr. Scheele."
The person who spoke was none other than Inspector General He Meng.
This Scheele!...
He Meng is in an extremely good mood now. The progress of the Southern Continent expedition team he is a part of is really like a miracle, and Scheler has brought him one after another surprises.
Scheler's two students, the famous singer competition and the "Awakening Chant" alone have attracted enough public attention. Even without the additional support of the Special Patrol Office, his reputation in the Southern Continent will quickly expand.
Fan Ning became famous first and has more works that are currently well-known to the public, but Scheler showed such musical talent, elegant temperament, and completely different styles of works formed in a completely different humanistic environment.
, if it works well, let alone long-term planning...
There is every hope that this year will spark a wave of following and debate, and first form a pattern of "Fanning in the north, Scheele in the south"!
He Meng felt that his future work direction and reporting ideas to leaders were completely clear.
"Yes, we should go to Mr. Scheele first." He Meng's words made Archbishop Fields nod his head, "Commander Walter should know the general movements of your teacher today, right?"
He smiled bitterly as he spoke: "I hope we can't be too far away, because as we all know, according to the tradition of the United Principality, the celebration of the 'Flower Ceremony' should be held at the place where the 'Fanghui Poet' awakens. It is generally believed that
This is where the Poet Laureate of the Year performs his 'Awakening Chant'..."
"However, in all my life, I have never seen someone who can be awakened by rehearsing an introduction, and I have never seen a composer who didn't come to listen to the rehearsal of a new work and went out for a drive... This, this really means that I need to go back and read more doctrinal documents.
Let’s see how to identify this situation. If the places are similar, it would be easier to identify.”
"Maybe a little far." Walter said, "Teacher, he went to the Fox Lily Field."
Everyone looked at each other in shock when they heard this.
Isn’t this too outrageous?
Just now, I said I hope we won't be too far apart. Good guy, this person went directly outside Tiya City?
"Please take us over to visit him." Queen Eleanor said with a smile, "No matter how the location of the 'Flower Festival' celebration is determined, at least we need to put a laurel wreath on Mr. Scheele first, and give him a golden cup of unfaded nectar.
With wine in Jerez, thank you to him, and to you and the musicians of the Acobi Symphony Orchestra for kicking off the summer of the New Year 914 in the Southland.”
"It's a great honor." The music director next to him took a step forward with a smile on his face. "Our orchestra is also very grateful to Mr. Scheele for supporting us with his fragrant inspiration, so I will take you to find him now."
The comments made by others just now have been forgotten by him. As long as he is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
"This is something I am very happy to do." Seeing the Archbishop's eyes on him, Walter quickly expressed his opinion, "However, for tonight's concert, I think it is better to have to wait a few times alone. After all, the audience
We bought the tickets, but our current shooting is still a bit uneven, and the pitch is still..."
It's obvious that the steel content in his head still exceeds the standard.
"Let Mr. Director practice with the musicians again, we will go there first." He Meng immediately decided, and then Fields waved his hand, and Queen Eleanor also took elegant steps.
"..." The director's smile froze on his face, and Walter forced a baton into his hand.
Five minutes later, when everyone walked from the rehearsal backstage to the ticket hall and pushed open the main door of the Festival Concert Hall, they smelled the fragrant and mellow fragrance in the air, saw the rain of flowers in the sky and the crowd of citizens surrounding the steps.
.
…
A high slope in the field of fox lilies.
The parasol faithfully absorbs the rays of the scorching sun overhead. The gauze curtain hanging down from the edge of the umbrella makes the inside ventilated and cool. In front of the tea table, Luna puts her hands on her knees and sits upright on a small stool.
Sitting cross-legged on the tablecloth on the ground, An gently shook the canvas shoes on her feet, stretched out a small scroll in her hands, and continued to explain to the people around her in a soft voice:
"...In the Tiya region, the 'Fanghui Poet' is considered to be the son of the ancient world source god 'The Original Eater'; in Misin City and the surrounding islands, which are mainly in the plains, she is regarded by the people as
The image is Pan, the god of fauns; and in the Principality of Acobi, Nerissa Islands or Paragodos Island in the rainforest area, she is also considered to be the forest god Macias who is good at music."
"The painting "Apollo and Macias" given to the teacher by Master Lucter was created by the art master Ribera Jose after reading an ancient play of the same name. The most critical part of the picture is
Two figures, one is 'Saint Apollo' on the left wearing a wreath of laurel leaves and holding a lyre, while the other is the one mentioned above, holding an Eros - the original prototype of the flute - and revealing his upper body
The forest god 'Macias'..."
The three of them could see that Saint Apollo in the picture showed his graceful body in the bright light. He was sitting on a stone with a leisurely posture. Not only was he holding a lyre in his arms, there were even cushions on the stone;
On the right side of the dark tone, Macias is tied to a tree, and one leg is tied to a nearby tree stump, so the body is unnaturally elongated, his arms are lifted up, and the Eros tube falls to the ground.
The skin of one arm had been peeled off, and he looked up to the sky and howled in pain while dripping with blood.
When An said this, he looked up from the painting and saw his teacher leaning on the recliner, stopping writing and listening to his explanation.
The manuscript spread out on the side records the beginning of the second movement, and its subtitle is: "The Flowers of the Field Tell Me."
Amid the quiet pizzicato of string instruments, he wrote a swaying and melodious A major melody for double brass, which was then followed by single brass, flute and French horn. Judging from its musical character, it is obvious that the composer was
I was inspired by the wonders of the fox lily field.
However, after their voices developed for 16-18 measures, the writing gradually stopped. Judging from the ups and downs and rhythm, the teacher's theme music seemed to end abruptly at a certain half-minute position.
"So, what happened between them?" Fan Ning asked his students with a pen.
An looked into his blue eyes, then lowered her head with fluttering eyelashes, steadying the scroll with one hand and flipping through the old books with the other:
"The forest god Mathias is very good at playing musical instruments, and the pagan Saint Apollo claimed that he had received the revelation of the 'divine theme', and the strong divinity contained in it was enough to become the 'key to the dome.' Therefore, Mathias
Si launched a concert challenge to Saint Apollo, and a priestess 'born from a well and a wound' summoned seven witnesses to serve as judges..."
"The concert competition began. Macias's flute had the power to indulge and seduce people, making everyone dance crazily to the beat. Saint Apollo initially explored the 'God Theme', and his lyre calmed all the listeners.
He came down with tears in his eyes. In the end, the witnesses judged Saint Apollo to be the winner. As the loser, Macias was skinned, and the main key of D minor of 'Theme of God' was carved on his skin..."
"Saint Apollo later regretted this, avoided discussing the 'god theme' throughout his life, and 'revealed the location information of the buried key to the outside and sealed it in dust,' claiming that 'if future generations find it, they must know it first.
'..."
"So, did Macias, who was skinned, die later?" Luna couldn't help but ask at this time.
An shook his head: "As one of the witnesses, the 'Gan Lie Tree' covered Macias's skinned body with leaves and flowers, and soaked it in the 'pool of blood'. The leaves and flowers grew into wounds.
bandage, so Macias fell into sleep and was promoted to the Lord of Witnesses, and because her skin revealed the main tone of the "God's Theme", it possessed another oracular power and was "born from the well and the wound".
'The priestess smuggled away..."
Fan Ning has not yet had time to sort out the identities of the characters in this origin story.
The detail at the back made him turn his pen and think deeply:
"The process of the music competition seems to imply a certain set of oppositions... Macias was skinned because he failed in the music competition. The main key of the 'God's Theme' engraved on it turned out to be D minor? Why is it so?
What a coincidence?"
"Is it... gel fetal membrane?"
"The bandages covering her wounds are leaves and flowers soaked in the 'pool of blood'. Leaves and flowers..."
While he was lost in thought, An stretched out and stood up after telling the story, but as soon as he opened the gauze curtain along the edge of the parasol, he exclaimed:
"Hey, why are there so many people?"
"Is there someone? They're here to see the teacher, right?" This was what Luna expected, but when she got close to her sister, she made an even more exaggerated voice, "Oh my God, how many people are here?"
On the undulating hillside on the opposite side of the sea of flowers, people all over the mountains and plains surrounded a few carriages in front, approaching us!