Movement 5: The Angel Tells Me (4): Any objections? (2-in-1)
"What's going on?"
"Did you know?" "Has anyone seen it before?"
Some of the audience looked at each other, some rubbed their eyes, and some tried to bend the bouquets in their hands to make up for their love for Miss Nightingale while she was still singing. However, there was no sign of the light shifting to Miss Nightingale again.
.
They are still becoming shiny and rich at an extremely slow speed, from crystal white, to pale yellow, to orange...
"This is impossible!……"
The troubadour Senesino, who was sitting on the sofa at the back of the stage with his eyes closed, ran out in a red cloak. Renilla left a series of burning footprints on the stage and stood there.
I stood at the front of the stage and looked around.
These more than 4,000 "bouquets of fragrant flowers" are made by injecting "permanent nectar" with different contents according to the number of audience seats and judges' seats before the famous singer finals every year.
Once the "flower folding" pattern that represents your love is made, its everlasting nectar will temporarily sublimate and pass through the giant altar spread across the entire opera house base, and then transfer to the number plate on the singer's chest to re-precipitate and condense.
After folding, it will lose its extraordinary performance and become an ordinary item. There is no reason to regenerate the heterogeneous color!
Although, this seems to have nothing to do with the duel between Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale on the stage, and it has not affected the light and vision on them for the time being...
But what is obvious is that this incomprehensible phenomenon was caused by Scheler's later performance of "The Poet's Love" with Miss Nightingale, and the progress of the matter was not over yet. This somewhat made Seine
Sino, Miss Cuckoo, and the few "diehards" in the judges' table felt uneasy.
An, who was facing the audience, of course also saw the vast starlight flowing in the dark night.
She didn't have any reasons or mental activities like others, she just thought it looked good.
Since the arrival of midsummer, I don’t know how many unreal things have happened. This may also be like a dream.
She again thought of the deck, cane chairs, sides and white sails on the Paradogos Islands route a few days ago. She thought of the calm blue and black colors of the sea and the sky. She thought of the curve of the edge of the sky where she stretched her body, and the curves below.
That vast and dazzling ocean.
When autumn fades away with "On a Sunny Garden Morning", this seems to be the last natural scenery that still shows the wind and sunshine.
There is nothing left in the harsh winter, and there are no more poems describing the waking world.
"I wept in my dream - I dreamed that you lay in the grave,
I woke up and couldn't help but cry."
Without any prelude accompaniment, Miss Nightingale began to speak at a slower pace.
Winter (13), "I Cried in a Dream".
The terminology instructed by the composer is softly (Leise), with weak intensity, slow speed, and no emotional modification, allowing the audience to experience the poet's powerless, weak and even vague state.
Perhaps, this relatively numb emotion will be more suitable for the artistic conception of this song.
"I cried in my dream - I dreamed that you abandoned me,
I woke up and cried, and it hurt my heart for a long time."
The cooperation of the piano is not active at all. Whenever Miss Nightingale finishes singing a sentence, she plays a few chords lonely and slightly nervously, or provides a few important harmonic supports on a few rests or downbeats.
It wasn't until the last section that the accompaniment of column chords began to progress simultaneously with the vocal music.
"I cried in my dream - I dreamed that you were still intimate with me,
I woke up and finally burst into tears."
These were the first nights when the poet had three dreams: the first dreamed that his lover was lying in the tomb, and he woke up and shed tears; the second dreamed that his lover abandoned him, and he woke up still heartbroken - the first two paragraphs are both in the middle
The sound range wanders and the tone is deep.
The third dream lover seems to have returned - at this time, the notes under Fan Ning's fingertips crawled towards the high register and gradually became brighter. Who knew that this was still a dream! The tragic situation of not forgetting the lover but being irreversible
, after emphasizing it three times, it is simply adding salt to the wound!
The audience was weeping, but the bouquets were still getting brighter, and so were the judges.
The opera hall has turned into a golden world with dancing orange lights.
The key is switched from E-flat minor to B major, but it still has a similar chord texture, and it's still the same dream.
"Dream every night,
I see you,
I see you greeting me affectionately,
And I fell at your feet and cried."
Winter (14), "Every Night in Dreams", the poet dreamed of his lover again, but it was different from before. This time he decided to forget love.
"You looked at me sadly, shaking your blond hair,
Pearly tears fell from your eyes;
You whispered something to me,
and gave me a sprig of cypress;
I woke up and the cypress was gone,
I also forgot what you said."
In the winter in the poem, the poet has abandoned the world and is completely immersed in dreams, legends and glimmers of the past.
But can anyone really forget what they have experienced in this world? Unless it was just a dream.
Miss Nightingale thought so.
The next moment, Fan Ning used a lively rhythm of dots and syncopations to play a short and jumping chord accompaniment group. The jumps are already short, and the addition of rests makes the poet's breathing jump even more, unlike reality.
"From the ancient fairy tale, a snow-white hand called to me, and in that fantasy land, singing was noisy.
The colorful flowers there bloom in the golden dawn, like the face of a bride, lovely, eye-catching and fragrant."
Winter (15), "Ancient Legend".
The birds were singing happily, the spring water was tinkling, the piano imitated the sounds of "chirping" and "dinging, tinkling", and Miss Nightingale's song seemed to have become cheerful and lively again.
"The green trees there hummed ancient songs, the breeze made mysterious laughter, and the birds chirped gracefully.
A shadowy crowd emerged from the earth, and amid the strange chorus, they danced briskly."
The audience once again realizes that reality no longer exists and everything is a beautiful fantasy.
"Old Legend" is the song of Miss Nightingale, the medium of the poet's thoughts, and the dream in the surreal painting.
The gentle breeze blows gently across the plains and mountains. The wild land is lush with green trees and full of vitality. People join hands to sing and dance. Some of the shallow depression in reality may be met with the help of disguise...
But the subconscious mind of those who pass through these sleeping portraits is vague and lonely, and its essence is just a desolate and poetic dream monster.
But this can at least make people forget their troubles and sorrows, right?
"On the branches and leaves, blue sparks shine, and red light swirls, making people dazzled.
The spring water gushes out, the marble in the wilderness, the stream magically flashes the shadow of the world."
It seems that everything is developing in a good direction. According to the legend, the poet achieved spiritual relief. Although he was not completely relieved at this time, he was full of desire to get rid of the depression and unhappiness of the past.
Miss Nightingale opened her arms and shouted, her gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and fall into the non-existent future and distance.
Under Fan Ning's fingertips, he frequently used eighth notes to play softly, followed by alternating fourth and eighth notes, one long and one short.
"This kind of rhythm sounds carefree, lively and cheerful at first, but as time goes by, especially when the value slows down again in the second half, does it make people feel a bit mechanical and far away from reality?..."
Because it has reached the final stage of the entire work, Master Lucter frowned and thought about the creative intention behind it.
"An old nursery rhyme that seems to be cast in an unknown shadow."
Many more inspired listeners also perceived something deeper.
"Ah! I wish I could go there and open my heart,
Abandon my pain and move toward the faith of freedom!
Ah, that is a happy land, it often appears in my dreams,
And when the morning sun rises, it melts like bubbles."
In the last stanza, the beautiful and dreamy scenes in the ancient fairy tales finally dissipated, and all illusions came to nothing.
After waking up from a dream, does it have to be reality?
Sometimes that's true, but sometimes it can just be a deeper dream, especially when the foundation for good things wasn't there in the first place.
The light red light in the bouquet was shining, and before the audience could carefully recall the feeling of "the sun rises and the bubbles melt" in the last sentence, "Poet's Love" directly entered the last song.
Winter (16), "Elegy of the Past".
"Dang Dang!——" "Dang Dang!——" "Dang Dang!——"
Fan Ning stepped deeply on the pedal, hit the keys with both hands, and played a horn echo that spanned four octaves with FF intensity.
After the two measures that serve as the introduction, the real accompaniment appears. The melody is a group of four notes, descending in steps, and the last note jumps up the octave. This line shape imitates the changes of human tones, as if the protagonist is playing A long sigh when you decide to give up your lover.
"An old evil lament, an evil and despicable dream,
Let's carry a coffin now and bury them all!
I have a lot to put in, but that's not all,
The coffin must be bigger, as big as Pelto’s beer barrel!”
Miss Nightingale's voice finally became calm and cold. There was no gnashing of teeth in grief, nor unforgettable devotion. Although her voice and expression were not cheerful and enthusiastic, they were very decent and polite.
Just like you would treat strange gentlemen and ladies passing by on the street.
The audience felt as if their hearts were broken into several pieces.
"Bring me a coffin stand. The wood must be strong and thick.
They must be longer, longer than the Mainz bridge.
Find me twelve strong men, they must be more powerful,
Better than Saint Sebastian in the Church of the Sun on the Holy River."
Both the vocals and the piano have an unstable rhythm that is long in front and short in the back. The chords with more notes inserted are thick and heavy, like a wide and strong "coffin", but what Fan Ning has paired with them is the legato accompaniment in the right hand part. A combination of skipping sounds.
A group of people carried the "coffin" staggering towards the beach.
"Coffin" is the poet's inner imagination, and it does not exist in reality. If he really finally decides to walk out of the emotional darkness and run towards a bright future, what will he instruct "those people" to do?
The audience held the bouquets tightly and listened attentively.
"Have you noticed that they are all pillar chords?" At this time, the famous singer Ku Ci asked his junior brother in a low voice.
"Yes, all the songs." Nicolino nodded.
"No, it's not this song, it's all the next four songs!" Master Lucter's voice came from a few places away.
All the judges were deep in thought.
Yes, it seems that Mr. Scheler has never written any other accompaniment pattern since "Winter"!
The colors are still rich, the melody is still exciting, and the expressions are still changeable... But in terms of "texture", that is, the organizational form of notes, what are decomposed chords, what arpeggiated passages, what repeated sound patterns... ...all of them are no longer needed, and become the same columnar chords!
Has he run out of inspiration? No one would think so.
"This just shows that dreams are different from the real world." Lucter murmured to himself in a low voice. "Although the sleep portraits are colorful, bizarre, and emotionally ups and downs, the unreality of stereotypes is hidden in every detail. The nature of the question..."
"They had to take the coffin out and sink it deep into the ocean,
Such a huge coffin should have a huge tomb.
Do you know why coffins have to be big and heavy?
Sink with it, my love and pain..."
Miss Nightingale closed her eyes while singing softly. Her tears had dried up at this moment, and her face was still delicate and charming under the blue shadow and red halo of her dress.
The poet chose to bury all his love in the "coffin" and sink into the sea.
“No more column chords!”
"It's been too long, and finally something has changed!"
"It's the sound of water flowing!"
The judges put their hands on the table, left the table with their buttocks, and stretched out their bodies!
I saw that at the end of the piece "Elegy of the Past" - which is also the end of the entire "Poet's Love" - after the vocals disappeared, a large solo solo appeared purely from the piano, spanning high, middle and low.
The decomposed chords in the three registers, under the alternating movement of Fan Ning's left and right hands, are like the rough waves of the deep and ancient sea!
The audience was stunned.
This ending...
This poignant and poetic ending...
It turns out that tragedy can be so heart-wrenchingly beautiful that it can be so heart-wrenching and heart-wrenching that it has simply reached a supreme and wonderful state!
More than 4,000 people stood up in shock!
The violent turbulence of the sea water gradually exhausted its energy. Under the exquisite control of Fan Ning's fingers, the flowing high notes of the upper voice turned into small waves on the sea, rising and splashing several times before returning to calm.
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"A contemporary giant of art song!"
"Schele! Scheele!"
Amidst the applause, the audience raised their arms and shouted their names, and praises burst out from all over the seats one after another——
"The 'Poet of Flowers' gave inspiration to the bouquet!"
"Schele, the king of love songs!
!”
"Miss Nightingale is a famous singer!
!”
Such a response made Senesino and Renela, who were initially bored, clench their fists.
At the judges' table, He Meng and Gang, who had never spoken a word before, remained calm at this moment.
Some people in the church were applauding, while some had ambiguous expressions.
The expressions of the royal family members headed by Queen Eleanor and the Prince, as well as the Duke of Falla, Duke of Acobi and other high-ranking nobles became gloomy.
"I propose that this year's title of famous singer be awarded to Miss Nightingale. Are there any objections?"
Master Lucter's angry voice interrupted the boiling sound.
He was in a very comfortable mood at the moment.
"I don't dare to disagree, but there is something I would like to ask Master to confirm."
At this time, on the other side of the judges' table, Prince Eleanor slowly spoke.
His voice was calm and polite, because this Lucter was famous all over the world, and he was extremely powerful. Even Archbishop Fields, who was also the third level of Xiaoxiao in the Fanghui Temple, was not sure of defeating him.
As the royal family, we should take the lead in setting an example and the culture of respecting the master should also take the lead from here.
But today, in an event like this where four thousand people gather together and all major official forces are present, if there is something to be said, it can always be explained clearly.
"What's the matter?" Lucter raised his eyebrows.
"Master, what are the indicators for confirming the final candidate of the famous singer in our southern country?..." Prince Eleanor said in a respectful tone.
"Indications..." Lucter and the students next to him frowned.
When Archbishop Fields, who was sitting at the other seat, heard this, he understood something about the matter.
The organizer of the famous singer contest is the church. When faced with questions from a huge crowd of people, even though the person asking the question is Lucter, as the person in charge, he must give an official answer.
"The concentration of love and fascination among the audience can be confirmed through the brilliance of the lights on different contestants."
Fields thought about it for a long time and could only give a satisfactory answer.
"Then I would like to ask the master and the archbishop, at this moment, the light of Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale is weaker and stronger?" Prince Eleanor asked.
this……
Everyone couldn't help but take a closer look at the two players again.
The situation between the two of them was indeed still the same as after Renela finished singing "The Delightful Sacrament."
Because by that time all the bouquets in the room had been folded.
Miss Renilla's body was burning with red light, and flames were rising in her footsteps, but Miss An was still only glowing with a red halo, and there was some lingering drag of blue-purple starlight among the fluttering clothes.
It was indeed Renela who shone brightest, and this did not change later.
Lucter frowned and said: "When the song "Poet's Love" ends, you, me and all the listeners have experienced changes in the bouquet. I think there is no need to describe the scene again, right?"
"However, I would like to take the liberty to raise two questions and ask the audience and judges to answer them together."
Prince Eleanor stood up and said loudly: "First, those who shine brighter are known as famous singers. This is the clear and only standard of our southern country and my church. The bouquet is the light of the bouquet, and the singer is the light of the singer."
, I would like to ask the head of the temple, Archbishop Fields, to clarify this point."
Fields pondered for a while and could only nod his head: "Not bad."
Prince Eleanor added: "Take a step back, even if the church does not recognize the only standard above, then the second one."
"Everyone has witnessed the birth of the vision, and the time point occurred during the performance of "Poet's Love". This is confirmed, but 'chronological order' cannot replace 'causal relationship'. Maybe the response of 'Fanghui Poet' has already happened, but
Later, it gradually became stronger to the point where we mortal creatures can directly see it..."
"How can I prove that it was Miss Nightingale who caused the resurgence of bouquets in the audience?"