The fourth movement: Humanity tells me (10): It’s a good night (two in one)
"Ah, what a coincidence."
An spread his hands, and judging from the smile in his eyes, he seemed relatively unconcerned.
But Walter's spiritual sense next to him was also very keen. He captured the swaying astral body and accelerated heartbeat of his junior sister in an instant.
Under the usual subjective evaluation mechanism, the player in position 1 is more or less at a disadvantage and will also bear more psychological pressure.
"This is your number plate."
"Okay." Miss Nightingale took it, hung it on her chest and sighed, "It looks very strange, and isn't it a bit big..."
It is a lightweight glass pendant, about ten centimeters long and three or four centimeters wide. The outside is engraved with the number 1. The empty slot inside is stained with some thick red, and the whole thing is glowing with a faint red light.
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It would be fine if it were an interior decoration object. As a pendant, it is indeed a bit large and eye-catching. Fortunately, the weight will not affect the performance of the players.
"Is this red light caused by... something like this inside?" Miss Nightingale raised it to the tip of her nose and looked at it carefully.
"There is still half an hour before the official start. Since you will be the first to play in the first round, you can prepare immediately."
The staff reminded me again and left.
"Teacher, I have another question." Miss Nightingale turned her head.
"What?" Fan Ning was still sitting at the desk.
"Where will you probably be sitting later?"
"how?"
"This is my first time, teacher, to listen to a performance. When I have some free time on stage, I might look in your direction to see how it feels to me."
Fan Ning raised his head from deep thought and looked at her calmly:
"The front left or right corner."
"Then I'm going to change into a formal dress first." The girl smiled at Fan Ning.
"Go." Fan Ning waved.
After thinking for a few seconds, he asked the person next to him: "Will there be recording or photography at the competition?"
"There is no recording, but there is photography. It has to wait until after the top eight, because by then all nominations have been made." Walter explained on the side.
Fan Ning nodded: "Luna, you go and turn over the music for Walter tonight."
The little girl stood up in shock: "Tonight? All of them? Me on stage?"
"Actually, my ability to memorize music is pretty good." Walter also stood up and said honestly.
However, he always followed the teacher's instructions. He thought that the teacher might be increasing the stability of the performance, so he thanked his junior sister: "Thank you for your hard work, Luna. This way, Miss Nightingale and I will feel more secure."
Several people bid farewell to Fan Ning one after another.
The night had enveloped the world like a gauze, and when only one person was left, Fan Ning's eyes became lonely and absent-minded.
"If one day, again, Luna or Ann tells me that she has only one brother but no sister, will the people who are turning music or singing on the stage in the photo disappear?"
"The time closest to the answer..."
But soon, he stood up, his laughter clear and clear, and he hugged the dark streets and houses outside the window.
"Nice midsummer night, let me hear what people tell me first!"
He walked from the cast and crew aisle to the back of the stage, then went around to a corner in the front row and sat down quietly alone.
Thirty minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and the open-air auditorium of the Opera House with thousands of people was already packed with people, and the voices continued.
They were waving colorful things in their hands that looked like "glow sticks" in their previous lives.
Fan Ning looked at the strange light beam rod in his hand. As a listener, he naturally had one.
It turned out that this thing was the "Fragrant Flower Bouquet". At first hearing the name, he thought it was just a bouquet of flowers or something like that.
The audience can bend the singer when it is his turn to sing.
In this case, the mysterious nature of the bouquet will turn its movements into a program of expressions of admiration, which will be reflected in the number plates worn by the players.
Of course, the invisible power of each bouquet is limited, and the audience can only choose their favorite singer to express their admiration.
The judges also had similar bouquets, but the spirituality contained in them was stronger and the "weight" was higher.
After the simple opening remarks and announcement, a huge mechanical device caused the orchestra pit to rise from a low place, and the crystal display lights illuminated the figure of Miss Nightingale in a dark blue evening dress, as well as Walter and Luna in black and white formal suits at the piano.
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And, in the shadows before, the two-story semicircle surrounding them - nearly fifty judges including Lucter!
The audience gave warm applause and cheers to welcome the girl who would kick off the final.
At the beginning of the performance, what method will Miss Nightingale choose to get a head start?
A strong and touching love song, or a virtuoso opera excerpt?
"'Lucter's Song', Part Three, 'At Midnight'." Miss Nightingale's clear voice echoed in the opera hall.
The crowd became quiet.
The audience speculated whether the name was a love song that reflected the rain and clouds at night.
Master Lucter, who was in the middle of the floor in front of the judges' table, had his eyes fixed on Walter's movements in front of the piano.
During a brief conversation with Scheler that day, he found out the title of the piece, and remembered that Scheler said it was in the key of A minor. But the rest of the music he wanted to know but didn't know kept him awake at night.
Walter took a deep breath, stepped on the pedal in complete silence, stretched out his right hand, gently lowered the keys, and played repeated alternating double notes slightly higher than the middle range:
"Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick"
The sound of the piano lingers in the coolness and silence, and is then succeeded by the whirling sound pattern in the high range and the sinking sound pattern in the bass range.
This... doesn't seem like the prelude to a love poem? The audience's guess was not confirmed, and Lucter couldn't help but sigh again. Scheler's creative technique is really exquisite, and he can always achieve the most fascinating effect with the fewest notes.
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He considered his poetry to be extremely simple, writing "Night is as Cool as Water" in just a few words, while Scheler strictly speaking only used two alternating double tones!
The higher one of Walter's hands is higher, and the lower one is lower. The tension between them brings the artistic conception of the night into a more lonely and empty place.
Just when the audience feels that the entire music atmosphere is a bit sluggish and dull——
"Have a good night!
"
Miss Nightingale's ethereal and pure voice is like a bright moon shining through the dark clouds in the night sky!
The dust in the listener's heart was blown away by a gust of cool wind.
"On this good night...
I watch at night, and there is not a single star in the Milky Way that is willing to look back at me;
I think about it at night, but in the vast sea of thoughts, there is not a trace of memory that can relieve my sorrow."
Her voice was noble and pure, but it carried a strong sense of loneliness and searching. All the judges and the audience present felt the confusion and confusion contained in it.
The piano always maintains a deep and spacious artistic conception, with repeated dotted double-note rhythms, accompanied by evenly descending lines of a scale.
"I woke up in the night, and in the heart of the world, only the pulse of pain remained;
At midnight, O human being, I fight for your misery!"
The first four bars of the melody constantly change the same motive, and each stanza begins and ends with "Um Mitternacht!" The sleepless man recited the poem under the starry night with the remaining lights at midnight, pacing endlessly.
Finally, in the key of A major, Walter used the back and forth collision of D-A major chords to present the brightest and most spectacular dynamic climax in this piece——
"On this good night, if you muster up all your courage, you will eventually be unable to resist;
On this good night, may the glory of creation’s life and death be cherished and watch over this sky!”
The word "herr!" (main/glow) in Miss Nightingale's singing was arranged by Fan Ning at the highest point of the melody, and all the confusion and uneasiness finally came to a glorious ending like a hymn.
Thunderous applause.
Although most citizens and royal families expect gorgeous poems depicting the love between men and women, those who can come to such an occasion all have good artistic aesthetics. The far-reaching intention and searching temperament expressed in "At Midnight" are undoubtedly
It deeply touched people's hearts.
A very extraordinary opening.
“It’s a good night, a good night!”
"As the midsummer night falls, the singing festival kicks off, prepping for the 'Hana Festival' a few days later. How can it not be called a 'good night'!"
"Look forward to a passionate love poem from Miss Nightingale."
"With such a masterpiece, other players may be three points weaker when they come on stage."
"The next person to take the stage, Miss Cuckoo should be the only one who can control her aura."
At the two-ring judges' bench, nearly forty representatives of princes, nobles, churches and special inspection halls made brief sighs. Another seven or eight senior singers who were already big names in opera had more thoughts in their eyes, and Lucter
The master's fingers holding the pen have been firmly clasped.
Of course, other than that, they didn't make any more moves. They were all waiting for the next song. The "Fragrant Flower Bouquet" on the table, which was burning with pink to crimson light, kept it in hand without picking it up.
"Kacha—"
Fan Ning pressed his thumbs outwards, and the bending of the "flower bouquet" in his hands brought an alert and heart-pounding sense of fragmentation.
"Night and songs in the summer wind...are what you told me a poem about the dark night?"
Unlike most of the audience judges who were eager to enjoy the whole performance, he naturally expressed his inner love to his students without hesitation.
The bend is very large, and the orange light of the bouquet quickly disappears to pale white.
Fan Ning's intuition told him that some mysterious substance had completely disappeared inside.
Its original absolute content is very low, as low as a trace, just like taking a strand of hair and contaminating it with a strand remaining in it.
The red light on the light glass number plate on the girl's chest on the stage seemed to be slightly brighter than before.
One decrease and one increase are very weak, but the spiritual concentration of the material itself is very high, so Fan Ning had this intuition.
""The Song of Lucter", Part Four, "Please Don't Eavesdrop on My Song"."
There were nearly thirty contestants in the finals. In the first round, the top eight were eliminated. The contestants were required to perform three singles. Therefore, Walter did not stand up in front of the piano, but Miss Nightingale took a moment to take a call and announced the next one.
song.
"Ding ding dong dong ding ding dong dong..."
As soon as the music began, Walter's left hand was near the C key in the center of the piano, running out a dense, circuitous and brisk background sound flow. Upon hearing it, it made people think it was a scene similar to the hard work of bees, worker ants and other creatures.
“re-do——” “re-do——” “re-do——”
The right hand adds a stubborn decorative sound pattern from the second measure, which strengthens the function of the dominant tone of F major and also brings the audience a sense of emotional tension and a sense of anticipation for the next step.
"Please don't listen to my songs!
I lowered my eyes, as if to let you see the absurdity of my behavior.
I dare not allow myself to look at them when they are unfinished—"
Miss Nightingale's voice was slightly excited, with a hint of exploration and playfulness.
The hard-working composer kept writing and appeared on the stage with an image of full self-esteem.
After the theme enters, the continuously running texture is exchanged by Walter to the high voice, while the bass begins to repeatedly emphasize the jump of the tonic and dominant sounds. In bars 17-19, after the continuous scale descends, the voice appears again.
An exquisite polyphonic imitation of the melody.
"Please don't listen to my songs!
Your curiosity is a betrayal of it, a betrayal!"
The half-note with a forte mark was sung by Miss Nightingale, which highlighted the creator's anger at being peeked at before the work was completed. It is very personal and demonstrates his love for art.
After entering the recapitulation section, this middle-to-late Lucter poem finally reflects its characteristics——
This is still a love poem!
But compared to the girlish youthfulness of "I Breathe the Fragrance of the Bodhi Tree", and compared to the passionate declaration of "If You Love Beauty", its foreshadowing is buried in the later part, and the heartfelt expression is more reserved and profound:
"When bees build their hive,
They don't want others to see it, and they don't look at it themselves.
But when the colorful hive is exposed to the light of day,
You can be the first to taste it, come and taste it!"
The continuous running eighth-note lines rise and fall on the keys in the high and low ranges. In the ending, Walter's right hand makes a long vibrato, and then his left and right hands alternately play out long-span arpeggios, which fall steadily in the bright key of F major.
On the main chord.
The applause started again.
While Miss Nightingale was saluting, she slightly looked toward the corner where Fan Ning was sitting.
However, due to the high contrast between light and dark in the two places, she could only see a gray-black figure that resembled a lake.
"The Song of Lucter, Part 5, "I Renounce the World."
As soon as this report came out, Master Lucter's facial expression with his mouth open and breathing hovered directly in the air.
This poem was written two years ago. From the perspective of reaching his twilight years, it is his late work in the true sense.
After listening to Scheler's adaptation of four art songs in succession, he no longer doubted his master's inspiration and insight. This troubadour's grasp of the core and artistic conception of poetry has already stood on the shoulders of his original text.
Above, it is a veritable example of secondary creation!
but……
"These three works..."
"On this good night, I act absurdly and abandon the world... Wrong payment, wrong payment!" He read out the representative keywords of three songs in a row, as if they were strung together into a long poem or a story.
At the judges' table, a few of Master Lückert's favorite students looked at the teacher's complicated expression of relief, emotion, and sigh, and they had already guessed a lot about his inner activities.
Just a famous singer competition? Even if Scheler helped his students win the championship, his achievements are far from being summed up by a "blade wielder"!
But the famous singer competition is not a "song of awakening". If you want to come out on top, what you need is to see who can better gather the love and admiration of the general audience and nearly 50 judges, and who can better arouse the deep desire of the audience.
The resonance of things.
And the current atmosphere of competitions, the shallow aesthetics of the people, the royal family and the church, the unrestrained pursuit of works that praise greed, pleasure, food and sex... Scheele did not write some passionate and fragrant love poems, but let his
The students presented three works in succession that contained deep yearning and philosophical thoughts. If they really could not successfully win the final reputation, the vocal music and opera circles of the Southern Continent would really be in ruins!
At least, let’s stand out from the other ordinary singers beautifully first...
In the complex mood of a few people, Walter began the continuous echo of the prelude on the dominant note of E-flat major with an "extremely slow" expression.
The bass part uses a semi-decomposed harmonic texture to present a popular linear progression.
Miss Nightingale pressed her left arm against her chest, raised her right arm slightly, and slowly raised her breath and opened her voice as though she was thinking deeply, as if she were opening up a gloomy picture of looking back at the human world for the audience:
"I have renounced the world,
I have been sinking into this for a long time!
I have been silent for a long time in this world,
The world may say that I have passed away without a trace..."
Her vocals are full of despair, while the rising rhythm of the piano's high notes and the bright nature of the major chords also reflect the composer's desire for life and the world, creating an extremely dramatic conflict.
"The world says I passed away without a trace,
But it is no longer important to me;
I'm speechless, I can't tell you the whole story.
This is all because I am truly connected with the world;"
Starting from bar 28, Walter changes the rhythm pattern of the low part of the accompaniment to form a hill-like undulating shape. Arpeggios begin to appear in the interlude, especially dominant chords with lowered fifth notes appear, and the different color effects are full of sadness.
With depression.
"I die in chaos and rest in tranquility.
Alone and alone,
in my heaven,
In my love,
In my song..."
In the ending, the human voice is gradually submerged in the piano's tones, and the theme melody reappears in feeble terms, losing the last trace of rich color and regressing into a bright and unearthly E-flat major chord.
The gentleman in front of the piano has raised his hands, but the girl in the blue dress bit her lips at the last moment and uttered "Lieben (love)" and "lied (song)", and the weeping syllables still echoed in the hearts of the audience.
It’s truly otherworldly poetry, music and interpretation, but why not choose to dance happily in the middle of summer?
Many people are moved by emotional places, but they can't help but be lost in thought. Of course, the repercussions have already occurred.
"Kacha——" "Wow——"
In the crowded auditorium of the open-air opera hall, there were hundreds of listeners in the blink of an eye, breaking off the "bouquets of flowers" in their hands.