Movement 5: The Angel Tells Me (2): Poet's Love (2-in-1)
"Crack——" "Crack——"
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 force in his hands 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 were filled with rich red light that was about to condense and drip. And in those transitional areas between clothing and skin, there was an incomparable and indescribable lightness.
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 brought 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 eagerly looking forward to Senesino's work in the third round." The master's eyes under the light blond curly hair stared calmly 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 at the dark place behind the orchestra pit.
There stood the 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 weren't standing close to each other now, if they were in the audience, they would have been there.
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 ebb and flow of one another, 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...
"This year's competition will cancel the male quota." Lucter said calmly, "The traditional conventions of the South must be abided by. 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 top of the opera house, and resounded throughout the sky outside Tia 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 used her charming voice to sing a recitative a cappella. 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 color dances 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 Sacrament of Joy", which Senesino prepared at a key point in the game, sound so familiar to the audience?
He was sure he had never heard of this work.
Is it the text of a song? A certain style? A certain layout? Or... a deformed use of certain materials?
"...visions arose, of the purest Narcissus,
Blue and cold eyes welled up like tears,
The other person compared to her sighed endlessly,
Like the gentle breeze that blows on your wool in summer?”
Perhaps the music is not explicit yet, but the novel and alluring shapes and moods displayed by Renilla are enough to arouse the desire and thirst of most of the audience present.
After a long lazy recitative, as she bit out the syllables of the word "zephyr", the piano was finally played.
Senicino's left hand dropped the key in an octave, and then his right hand brought out a series of confusing diatonic arpeggios.
"Everything is grilled to a stupor,
Can't see clearly the love that the suitor desires so much,
How could they all escape and disappear?
So I could only savor the first passion, stand tall and straight,
Alone under the ancient light stream.
Lily! There is the most innocent one among you,
Their lips spread nothing but sweetness,
Except for the kiss that whispers the promise of betrayal!"
Renela was smiling sweetly, her hands were slightly behind her back, her chest was trembling, and her voice processed the previous tunes very finely. The musical notes gradually increased in intensity little by little, slowly rose to a high pitch, and then slowly weakened in the same way.
It slides down to the bass, leaving the listeners mesmerized and wanting to listen to it over and over again to taste the rich sweetness it brings.
Group after group of people broke off the bouquets in their hands, and the bloody flames on her body burned brighter.
What's the point of this music?
Fan Ning held the pen tightly and thought rapidly in his mind.
On the extended bass chord, Senesino began to hit sparkling fragmentary notes in the extremely high register of the piano.
"I have a virgin on my breast who testifies:
There are mysterious wounds left by dignified teeth...
From the usual dream, that pure waist and back——
I closed my eyes, but my eyes followed it closely——
Hurry up and bloom flowers again, on the lake where you are waiting for me!
I am proud of being noisy, and I want to spread the word about the goddess for a long time.
And with the brushes and colors of idolatry,
Strip their clothes from their shadows again!"
The provocative percussion in the high register of the piano and the chromatic run in the bass create an irresistible torrent of love, as dizzying and violent as a sledgehammer swinging up and down again.
Fan Ning's figure, who was lazily leaning on the seat, suddenly sat upright.
"Poetry of Awakening"!
Naturally, it is not the original or adaptation of the first movement of "Summer Noon Dream", but Senicino's "The Delightful Sacrament" also embodies the divine color of "Miss Crimson".
Including the diatonic system in the piano accompaniment built with the skeleton of mi flat-fa-sol-la-xi-sharp do, which is also transformed from the contaminated material of "d minor major seventh chord"!
In a sense, there is some intellectual homology between the musical vocabulary of "The Delightful Sacrament" and "Poem of the Awakening," and according to Fanning's residual impression, the poetic text written by Senesino,
Many fragments and expressions come from "Original Secrets" - a taboo book involving the secret transmission of "Chi" that I seized when I was investigating the meeting point of the "Red Agate Culture Media Company" in the Northern Continent.
Fan Ning began to tap his fingers on the table while he was thinking.
"Oh, Linze's fairy,
Let us round up the changing memories!
My eyes penetrate the reeds,
Shoot at the fairy’s neck!”
The soprano's melody jumped up ten degrees, and then gradually fell down to the diminished seventh chord like a trembling moan. In such a difficult passage, Renilla not only did not fail, but she was able to do it with ease and smiled at the bewildered audience.
"As they dip their burning heat into the waves,
Throwing a roar high into the forest sky,
Then their glorious bath of wavy hair,
Hidden in the trembling of jasper and the sparkle of gems!”
The piano entered the interlude, and as soon as Renilla's singing stopped, applause broke out and lasted for eight measures.
After the applause subsided, she continued to sing, singing very briskly and melodiously, with such a brisk rhythm that even Senesino's fingers running nimbly on the keyboard could only follow step by step.
"I'm here. Ah, I saw at my feet,
Several fairies were haggard and exhausted from sorrow,
Sleeping soundly among the intertwined white arms;
I did not untie their embrace,
Instead, he snatched them away,
Run into the thicket, hated by light shadows!"
The graceful Renela was pouring out inspiration on the stage, while Fanning was thinking about and speculating on the possibilities.
He didn't think that the Pleasure Listening Club could directly accomplish anything in tonight's event, because there were not only a large number of extraordinary elites from the Special Patrol Hall and the Church, but also experts of Lucter's level, but... Renee
La's intention to win the championship was obviously part of the preparation for the follow-up secret sect plan. Some actions of the Special Patrol Office were obviously earlier than his own. Why did he start to "keep a low profile" again in this matter?
Now, the most direct relationship between this matter and myself, apart from the competition with Miss Nightingale, is the issue of the contamination homology of "Poetry of Awakening".
"Musical performance is a ritual. If at the "Flower Festival" a week later, the ceremony will be hosted by Renilla and Senicino, who will adapt "The Delightful Sacrament" into orchestral music and chorus
Present it in a different way, or simply use my "Awakening Poem" as a prayer. Then with the execution of the ceremony, will the knowledge high ground I finally occupied before be discussed and dismantled by "Miss Scarlet"?
Solution, return to passivity?..."
"In that case, with the unknown mechanism of the "Auspicious Time", the inexplicable strangeness of the Southern Continent, and the struggle between Qiong and "Miss Crimson'er," might some things get out of control?..."
"It seems that I should not only strive for the championship of this famous singer competition, but also the qualification for the ritual music of the "Hana Ceremony". If I want to maintain an advantage in this pollution fight, I must also have a deeper understanding of the secret of the "pool"
dismantling research to speed up the creation progress of "Summer Noon Dream"..."
Fanning's sense of hearing was called upon more actively.
On the stage, the piano and vocals rise layer by layer, gradually pushing the thirsty artistic conception expressed in this song "The Delightful Sacrament" to a feverish stage:
"Here, the roses absorb all their fragrance in the sun,
Here our play can resemble the burning day.
I adore you, virgin rage, oh joy -
Shy joy comes from the divine and naked burden!”
"They slip away and escape my burning lips,
Lips like quivering lightning! Drinking the secret trembling of flesh,
From their ruthless feet to their shy hearts,
The wet purity abandoned them at the same time,
I don’t know whether those are passionate tears or indifferent expressions?”
The audience's desires and appetites were high, and they were holding on with their fingers in anticipation. The remaining thirty or so judges also had their faces glowing red, and they kept shouting and applauding in their hearts, and they broke off the bouquets in their hands one after another.
In fact, Senicino's piano accompaniment is not as natural and perfect as Scheler's, but has a considerable improvisational style, but its color is too dreamy and confusing, and Miss Cuckoo is full of charm, singing the melody so well
Thirst and sultry, all the remaining love and devotion were harvested into her like a sheaf of wheat.
There is no doubt that after the competition, there are quite a few people here who want to have fun and quench their thirst in a way that suits their appetite.
"When I joyfully conquer the horror of betrayal,
"My crime is to untie these goddesses,
"A tangle of kisses that are inextricably entangled;
"When I just want to light up a fire of laughter,
"Hidden in the sweet rising and falling waves of a goddess,
"Looking at the other with one finger at the same time,
"That innocent sister who didn't blush,
"I want my sister's passion to dye her white feathers red!"
At the end of the climax of the music, Senesino used a special appliqué + major chord playing method, allowing each oscillating color to show its unique appetite and pleasure. At this time, the audience stood up with dry mouths and listened to the music.
All the bouquets were folded down, even on the judges' bench.
The remaining light that was originally retained and waved in the hands of music fans was now concentrated on Miss Cuckoo. The dazzling red light dyed through her white dress, completely igniting the souls and desires of the audience.
"You know my passion is ripe and crimson,
Each pomegranate bursts and buzzes like a bee,
Our blood loves its captor,
Flowing and rolling for the eternal swarm of desire!”
Miss Renilla freely extended the last note of E flat and stayed there for more than ten breaths. Before the piano finale ended, crazy applause and cheers swept the entire hall in the blink of an eye!
In the first scene of the third round, as soon as the long poem "The Delightful Sacrament" was performed, all the remaining love and infatuation were harvested by this Miss Cuckoo!
Now, every time Renela moves up and down the stage, she leaves a burning footprint with rising sparks!
Unlike the rush of enthusiasm in the audience, Fan Ning was like a distant bystander, leaning gently on his seat in the corner with his arms folded.
Depth and longing are potential steps to achieve divine transformation, but there is more than one silhouette of aura, and there is more than one path of ascent that every creature is good at mastering. It must be acknowledged that joy and love can also be used.
What Fan Ning is best at is always the combination of inspiration and reason to dismantle the artistic rules in everything he sees and hears. This is exactly what "Endless Fugue" teaches.
He began to reminisce and unravel the red secrets behind this music and poetry, trying to provide reference for his own vocabulary.
"What humans say can be a metaphor for divinity. My initial idea was right. The fourth movement was rightly named 'Humans Tell Me'"
"Their ideas are worth learning from. Telling the secrets of angels through human mouths is undoubtedly 'rising higher in the dynamic'. For example, in "Skeleton Song", people's food, sex, and one-to-one love are all worth learning from.
, the banquet in real life, 'twenty-six pleasant fruits, seven punishments, nine gardens, four regrets', which not only depicts different ways and scenes of love, but also metaphors people's pain and suffering.
Confession, this was a brief discussion of the 'pool'."
"In "The Delightful Sacrament", the narrative tone has changed. The erotic scene has changed from a realistic garden to a more transcendental fantasy. The object of sexual intercourse has become a demigod, and even a fairy.
"One-to-many indulgence, this is undoubtedly aimed at 'Chi', and it is discussed in an unabashed and extremely detailed manner."
"The idea of metaphorizing divinity must be good, but this is what my opponent told me. My own climbing path is different. How to let my student Miss Nightingale metaphor divinity, I still need to listen to what she tells me.
"
"The text, especially the text, is very important. If you want to add vocals to the later movements, how should you make a choice?"
Just as Fan Ning was dismantling these lustful "pool" inspirations, a slightly aged voice with mixed emotions interrupted his contemplation, and the hall gradually became quiet within a few seconds.
It was Master Lucter who spoke. He stared at the girl at the back of the stage, her whole body bathed in red and blue light:
"Miss Nightingale, everyone's bouquets have been folded."
"We respect your opinion, do you think it is necessary to continue singing?"