"Wow——" "Kacha——"
Heart-wrenching and shattering sounds burst out from every corner, and nearly a thousand listeners made their choices.
Master Lucter and several of his students stood up from the podium and applauded.
"The most poignant and touching work of art song ever."
Lucter spoke out his comments word for word.
Obviously, not only the music of piano and voice, but also this long poem originally composed by the German poet Muller also touched the heart of the chief judge.
"Scheleer's "The Beautiful Mill Girl" is perfect from the first note to the last note. Every song sung by Miss Nightingale is also the crystallization of tears from a sincere heart, without any falsehood.
It is artificial, without any trace of chiseling, and the harmony of poetry and music reaches a state of complete nature."
After speaking, Lucter used his hands hard and broke off the bouquet in his hand, followed closely by several students and followers.
This is the first batch of judges who have made their selections.
The content of "everlasting nectar" in their bouquets is nearly a hundred times that of the audience. As the main judge, Lucter's weight is ten times that of ordinary judges, and he can probably compete with nearly a thousand listeners.
There were nearly a thousand listeners, and nearly a thousand more listeners. At this moment, the number plate on Miss Nightingale's chest shone brightly.
The neckline, cuffs, hem and streamers of her blue dress are filled with rich red light that is about to condense and drip. And in those transitional areas between clothing and skin, there is an incomparable beauty and indescribable indifference.
Purple.
As her breathing rose and fell and her clothes fluttered, those colors dragged out residual purple starlight on the dim stage.
With "Beautiful Mill Girl", Miss Nightingale raised the audience support rate to nearly 40%, which is already evenly matched with Miss Cuckoo. Dozens of judges, including Lucter, expressed their opinions, which directly made her on the stage.
Guanghua has the upper hand.
but……
"Teacher, these people still haven't expressed their opinions." At the judges' table, the famous singer Ku Ci spoke to Lucter in a low voice.
"As expected, they are looking forward to Senesino's work in the third round." The master's eyes under his blond curly hair calmly stared at the next musician on the stage.
As early as the end of the five songs of "Lückert's Song", he had mixed emotions. Just talking about the last three songs that he sang today, "At Midnight", "Please Don't Eavesdrop on My Song" and "I Renounce the World"
, the conception, arrangement, and performance are all at the highest level, but the tone and style are too "right" and too "serious".
Especially Renilla, who appeared later, easily surpassed An in terms of love without even speaking a word. This is really sad beyond words.
Yes, I have become famous first, and my prestige is unparalleled. I can write some more exciting works, and I can also influence some students or followers. However, there are a total of forty-eight judges tonight!
I have higher authority, and I also have three protégés, three or four people who have benefited from education, and five or six people who follow my ideas. But the remaining more than thirty-five judges who have not expressed their opinions are all royal nobles, clergy, and discussion group inspections.
Those who are involved, as well as the big business families or "senior" media music critics who are inextricably linked to them...
Nowadays, these people regard the serious art of vocal music only as a pastime after dinner, or as an entertainment to please the senses. Their understanding of "love is a question" has gradually drifted away from the humanistic spirit of this country.
Immediately after the top four are selected, the third round of the finals will begin. Lucter feels that there is little hope for that ideal ending.
When the last eight tenors on the stage were singing, a person in charge of the venue suddenly ran over with a look of embarrassment on his face.
He moved closer to Lucter and lowered his voice respectfully and carefully:
"Master, this situation is a bit difficult to handle now..."
Lucter, who was interrupted from deep thought, raised his eyebrows:
"What's so hard to do?"
The person in charge choked and glanced towards the darkness behind the orchestra pit.
There stood men and women who had finished singing and were waiting for the announcement of the promotion results. Among them, there were only two sopranos glowing bright red, and the others... If they were not standing close to each other now, if they were in the audience, they would be
With normal vision, you can't see anyone else standing there.
Applause filled the air with applause, and the tenor who finished his last singing took his final breaths and disappeared into the darkness.
"It's just...this time...the other people seem to be too dark..." the person in charge whispered.
Lucter frowned when he heard this, and the judges next to him also thought deeply.
Yes, in this singer's final, if the contestants want to compete for the championship, there is actually another agreed upon minimum qualification threshold - "a faint glow"!
In other words, no matter how strong the admiration you receive, it must at least be able to light up the number plate slightly. On this dark late-night stage, the audience cannot even see your face and outline clearly!
This threshold is actually not difficult to reach. Generally speaking, when the competition reaches this round, if there are more than a hundred listeners or one or two judges folding flowers for you, it will be "slightly visible". Therefore, in previous years, this custom was
There are very few mentions. If you can't even meet this requirement, don't even think about being nominated for the top 8.
But this year, Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale shine so brightly, and the attention of the audience and judges is too concentrated! Under the circumstances, the others are completely trapped in the miserable state of "competing to be the worst".
——Of the other singers who entered the top 8, there are more or less ten or twenty people folding flowers. If you get close, you can still see a little "night light", but the others may be completely "invisible" in the dark place...
…
"Immediately announce the final showdown between the two, and disqualify the others in advance." Lucter made the decision.
The New Moon poet did not lower his powerful voice, and the entire open-air opera hall fell silent for a while.
Especially the four male singers who participated in the competition were completely dumbfounded as they stood in the darkness.
"But!" the person in charge of the competition field reminded with wide eyes, "Master, these two contestants are both ladies..."
The normal process is 8 into 4 and 4 into 2. This is correct.
But it should be noted that there will be one male and one female singer of the year! When you reach "2", it is already the final result!
If the decision is made in this way, wouldn’t it be...
"The male quota for this year's competition is cancelled." Lucter said calmly, "The traditional conventions of the Southern Kingdom must be observed. The third round will directly enter the final showdown between two famous female singers. Do you have any opinions?"
Is this fucking okay!? The male singers were on the verge of tears and screamed in their hearts.
You Renela has a strong soprano voice, what does it have to do with me singing tenor!...
"Do you have any opinions?" Lucter repeated again.
He was too lazy to listen to the other people singing another round.
The person in charge of the competition venue smiled and gave the other judges a questioning look.
Naturally, these clergy and princes and nobles had no objections.
When the final list of duels was announced, the clock struck midnight.
This highly enjoyable audio-visual feast has also entered the most intense stage of confrontation.
Miss Renilla, wearing a corseted white dress with blood-red flames dancing in her steps, walked into the orchestra pit with a smile on her face again.
Lift your skirt to salute, open your arms to offer a kiss.
Cheers erupted like a tsunami, squeezed out directly from the slits on the open-air roof of the opera house, and resounded throughout the sky outside Tiya City.
With an enchanted smile, the troubadour Senesino announced his latest work for the competition:
"The Delightful Sacrament."
He sat down in front of the piano and adjusted the seat distance slightly, but did not raise his wrist to enter the playing state.
Miss Renilla directly sang a recitative without a cappella with her charming voice. It seemed to have some shadows in the center of D or A, but too many semitone progressions gave it a hint of wandering.
The ambiguity:
"The fairies of Linze, I wish them eternal life.
Oh, how clear,
Their light and pale flesh colors dance in the sun,
The air is filled with sleepiness.
Could it be that what I love is a dream?
My questions are like a bunch of dark shadows in the ancient night,
Ending in countless twigs, but still a real forest,
Proving that the lonely me dedicated myself to my abundant self——"
Fan Ning, who was listening quietly in the audience, turned the nib of his pen and frowned involuntarily.
Why does "The Pleasing Sacrament", which Senesino prepared at a key point in the game, sound so familiar to the audience?
To be continued...