After the teacher came in, the large lecture hall finally became completely quiet.
Fan Ning looked at another substitute professor who was writing furiously on the podium. After listening for about twenty minutes, he suddenly let out a long sigh.
This "History of the Development of Music Aesthetics" was originally an elective course for Teacher Anton.
Although there is no difference in teaching level between them,
But the comfortable mood after receiving a huge sum of money gradually disappeared without a trace.
He smiled bitterly, then took out several weekly newspapers issued today from his briefcase and read them.
The newspapers I subscribe to are all mainstream newspapers in the art field, but today’s headlines are dominated by major news from the imperial capital:
"The first subway in the imperial capital of Santa Ramburg has been officially put into operation today."
The authorities believe that it can fundamentally "relieve the overburdened traffic congestion in the imperial capital", but many experts and scholars have expressed serious concerns about possible risks such as landslides, fires, and suffocation.
The media again brought up the major railway accident of "Cherubini" three years ago, saying that the authorities should prioritize reducing the high accident rate in the empire's railway transportation industry, rather than trying to "find another way" to build a subway.
In addition to the headlines on the subway, the three mainstream cultural media in the empire all reported the funeral of Professor Anton Konard in detail or briefly, and evaluated his entire artistic career from the perspective of his identity as a composer:
"Tioline Cultural Weekly" called him a "composer with social influence" and only devoted a small space to objectively report on Professor Conor's funeral.
"Uflanser Art Review" called him a "contemporary composer", but pointedly pointed out that judging from his middle and late works, his indulging in the study of ancient music was a foolish choice, "ruining his early career"
Honors received in artistic career”.
"Hoffmann's Gramophone" called him a "famous contemporary composer" and believed that his middle and late works "have ancient materials and innovative cores." The newspaper particularly pointed out that Koenard's third and fourth symphonies were breakthroughs.
It overcomes the limitations of harmony, orchestration and musical structure of this era, and is a "spear thrown into the future", but its true artistic value "remains to be determined by future generations".
"'Hoffmann's Gramophone' barely made the most responsible evaluation." Fan Ning calmly folded the newspaper, "However, the knowledge level of music critics in these media needs to continue to improve."
"Teacher Anton's Third and Fourth Symphony, even if placed in previous lives, would definitely be the pinnacle of romantic music and a masterpiece in the history of art."
Fan Ning leaned on the table and continued to write the two movements of the second half of the string quartet.
The morning passed quickly, and at noon I asked Calvin to bring me lunch, so I wrote this directly until five o'clock in the afternoon.
He made 5 copies at Pushall Publishing's printing service point downstairs.
Four movements, 40 front and back pages, 20 pages, a total of 100 copies were made.
Although this printing shop offers a discounted price of 5 pence per print to school students, Fan Ning spent more than 12 shillings at once.
"This will be normal from now on. I think it's better to use the printing press of the Guidance School more often."
Even though Fan Ning had just received a huge sum of 500 pounds, she was a little distressed by the expense.
After a half-hour round trip, Fan Ning picked up Sheeran after school, and the two went to the small chamber music hall No. 4.
While they were still in the stairwell, the two heard a faint quarrel coming from that direction.
"It seems like there's Joan's voice in it?" Fan Ning carried Sheeran's brown violin case and hurried up the steps.
The two of them saw Qiong, who was wearing a brown dress and a small green shawl, carrying a satchel in one hand and a white violin case in the other, arguing with a group of people opposite her.
"Are you still being unreasonable?..."
Joan's tone was quite angry, but her still lively and soft voice made her look particularly cute even during the quarrel.
But what Fan Ning found pitiful was that the six people opposite her seemed to be taller than her...
"Qiong, what's going on?" Xilan asked with a frown.
"Caron, why are the people in your hospital so unreasonable?" Joan turned around, looking aggrieved.
After listening for a few minutes, Fan Ning finally figured out the whole story.
According to what I learned from her yesterday, Hall 4 was booked by the School of Literature and History for the whole day today, but the rehearsal had actually just ended and a large number of people had left.
So the people from the Institute of Literature and History handed over the key to Qiong and asked her to come in at night.
Unexpectedly, this group of people also had to rehearse a wind ensemble piece. They believed that since the rehearsal scheduled by the School of Literature and History had ended, the venue should be given priority to people from their own music school.
It is indeed close to the end of the year, and there are many performances in the school. Venue resources, which are usually abundant, are also in short supply at this time.
The two sides started to quarrel.
Fan Ning thought about it and felt that Qiong was more reasonable about this matter, but if he had to go to the top of the line, it would be unclear.
He's not the kind of person who particularly likes to argue with others.
I glanced at Qiong and Xilan, and was about to say, "How about we go to a bigger piano room?" A boy opposite wearing a light-colored vest, a gray tie, and holding a French horn stepped forward and said:
"It turns out that this has been going on for a long time. It's Carol, are you going to lead the team to play tickets here?" His tone was quite teasing, "If you want to show off in front of these freshman girls, why don't you just find a piano room?"
Most of the performance majors in the first and second groups still looked down upon musicology majors, and this horn player was obviously one of the majority.
Although Fan Ning's previous "Fantasy Impromptu" attracted some popularity, it brought jealousy and disdain to other people: I was lucky enough to write a little song, what's so great about it?
Several people nearby also burst into laughter:
"That's right, Caroln, can't the piano room be more private?"
"Hahaha, it's a waste of time for you to use this chamber music hall."
"Two school girls, why don't you join us in rehearsing and let me experience what professional performance means? Those guys in their music studies are just deceiving people."
Hey ignorant people, it’s really hard to communicate sometimes.
Fan Ning finally lost his temper once rarely.
The horn player saw the pale golden light in Fan Ning's eyes, and the object in front of him suddenly twisted like water waves, and an inexplicable dizziness and burning sensation flowed in the blood vessels of the brain.
The impact on his astral body made him stagger. Several people around him who also looked at Fan Ning's eyes, although they were not directly looked at by Fan Ning, were also slightly affected.
Several people looked frightened and confused.
"What are you doing here?" A calm but rich man's voice suddenly came from behind.
The light in Fan Ning's eyes flashed away, and the strange feeling of several people disappeared without a trace, as if they had a brief hallucination.
"Group, team leader, this group of people will occupy the rehearsal position of our group."
"Yes, our second group is working overtime to rehearse a piece for the New Year's concert."
After seeing clearly that the person on the other side was Lou Adair, they seemed to have seen a savior.
"Team leader, are you going to rehearse somewhere too? Aren't you the timpanist this time?"
Another girl in a yellow dress, who was holding an oboe, noticed that Lu, who was wearing a black formal suit, was holding a piano case in his hand, so he greeted her in a soft and flattering tone.
"Idiot! Didn't you see that we are together?" Lu's anger finally became unbearable.