The chamber music hall is bright and empty, the notes are flying, and the pianist, violinist and cellist on the stage are rehearsing a piano trio.
Ram Cecil's dexterous hands alternately fly on the piano keyboard, driving the string strings to form groups of dynamic rolling sound patterns, pushing the entire music to the highest emotional point, and ending with the brilliant B flat major chord.
Finished with a strong hit.
The applause from the dozens of loyal fans in the audience was sparse but powerful.
"Princess Miss, you haven't practiced piano for at least three days." Cecil let go of the pedal, took the handkerchief hanging on the piano stand, and wiped his face.
"The Police Security Bureau does not provide this kind of convenient service." Julius still held the chinrest of the violin under her chin, freeing her hands to adjust the tightness of the bow.
"Have you committed a crime?"
"Some unexpected production accidents in the company."
"Then should I be lucky that you came out in time?" Cecil stretched out his hand and turned the music score back to the first page. "Otherwise, we might have crashed on the stage in the several music salons we planned to participate in in the past half month."
"The influence of this kind of small circle activities is limited." Julius said unconcernedly, "The circulation of each issue of my "Ufranser Art Review" exceeds 100,000, and it dominates the current trend of music criticism.
, the scope of influence has exceeded the limitations of Ufranser many years ago, and you should put your expectations more on this."
Cecil moved his fingers left and right on the keyboard: "Thank you for the momentum, but don't ignore the influence of salons. Their audience range highly overlaps with that of concert halls. The quality of music fans is higher, the voting weight is greater, and there is a chain
"spread effect"
He slowly stood up and walked toward the depths of the stage: "The popularity of this guy Muric in a group is very high now, and the votes of the following contestants are also closely chasing him. The volume of voices from various channels is very important to me.
."
"You don't seem to have mentioned Carolyn Van Ning." Julius put down her violin and walked closer to him.
"I don't have the energy to pay attention to works with less than 100 votes for the time being." Cecil smiled softly, "He can't control the voting mechanism of the City Concert Hall. This requires"
"But he is the knowledgeable person who guides the school." Julius interrupted him.
"Have you verified it in such detail?" Cecil stopped smiling.
After the teacher's incident, he was depressed for a time, but things got better after Dean Fabian came to his aid. However, there was always a vague sense of solemnity lingering in his heart, which made him be more cautious in his words and actions in recent days.
He paced back and forth: "From the previous events and results report, it is easy to deduce some conjectures, but I always can't believe in my heart that he will be the first person to embark on the extraordinary road. And you are sure that he was...
The Guidance School has become a member? This is too fast. I didn’t notice any signs for nearly four years before.”
"He almost shot me to death that day. I'm still not sure?"
"After failing twice and almost being exposed, why don't you consider changing the plan? Miss Julius, I find that every time you talk about this issue, the IQ you usually display disappears."
Julius said coldly: "As early as last year, when I was in contact with Sheeran Conal, I had secretly completed the test commission. Among all the test subjects who have the blood of the Tulungalia dynasty, her spirituality is in line with hers."
The degree is the highest.”
Cecil was silent for a while and then spoke: "Ms. Sylvia pointed out that this is not the main factor, as long as the spiritual compatibility exceeds a certain threshold. Besides, the content of our commission is not responsible for the final effect. I don't understand you.
Why bother over this detail."
"Just take care of the part you are responsible for." Julius just replied.
"Is there really no other choice?" Cecil's tone was strangely sad, and he couldn't tell whether it was sincerity or ridicule.
"Yes, maybe your own conditions are not bad." Julius deliberately showed a playful smile.
"The angle you use to make fun of me is really novel." Cecil was amused by her ridiculous joke, "But you, the beautiful, proud and outstanding first lady, you will be a senior next year, and we guys will graduate.
I didn’t expect that you have been confident for three years, and now you are afraid that a prospective freshman girl will threaten your top position. Is this jealousy, or...
"Shut up!!" This sentence seemed to touch Julius's taboo. She suddenly changed her elegant image and roared at Cecil, causing everyone under the stage to look over.
Her chest kept rising and falling, and after calming down for a while, she said in a low voice: "We can handle it how we want to handle it, you are not qualified to interfere. Cecil, I still say the same thing, take care of the part you are responsible for, and your current progress
There is a serious lag, and the variables are getting bigger and bigger. Sometimes I suspect that I have chosen the wrong partner. You'd better stop talking sarcastically and make sure you pass the retest first."
Cecil didn't seem to mind her sudden attack, and his tone remained gentle: "Don't worry, Miss, no matter how long the hand of the guiding school is, it can't interfere with the rules of the game of St. Lenia University, let alone the music of Uvranser
Jie Fanning is temporarily leading in the extraordinary field, which is worthy of vigilance, but you will know later that if the symphony I conceived is successfully premiered, how terrible it will be in enhancing the soul."
He walked towards the piano without looking back: "Let's continue rehearsing, everyone."
…
On a sunny day in winter, twilight does not come so early, and the sun still hangs above the horizon. Fan Ning, sitting in the moving car, watched the red clouds at the end of the field of vision outside the window gradually become smaller and narrower.
The car drove north through the Pushore District and drove to the mansion of the Marquis of MacAdam in the small town of Highvale.
The human nose has been liberated from the industrial waste gas for a long time, and the breath is filled with the cold and refreshing field breath. The gray-blue misty sky gradually loses its gloomy and stagnant side, becoming like a clear and uniform blue-green.
Jade.
"Caron, what if I forget the score on stage later in the evening?" Joan's voice was soft and childish in the back seat of the car, accompanied by the clattering sound of sheet music being turned over.
"Qiong, you have asked him five times." Sheeran's voice sounded a little helpless.
Fan Ning finally turned around and took a look at the two little girls. Their attire for attending the music salon was not flashy and grand, but they had pure elegance and youthful vitality.
"It doesn't matter, they haven't heard it. Turn down the volume. If you forget the double notes, just turn up the treble. If you forget the melody part, you can try to adjust it according to the third degree relationship of other melody parts.
I write many passages like this; if it is some accompaniment passages, you can try to play some suitable rhythm patterns between the fifth and first notes of the current key, or you can simply beat down in a certain measure.
Stop when you're done, think about it, and then find a place to go in..."
Fanning tried to give some practical advice.
Joan asked again: "What if I forget too completely?"
"How about you switch places with Viola Lou next time?"
The car drove through the clean white stone brick road in the wilderness and stopped in front of the silver engraved iron gate. Fan Ning looked past the white wall and through the fence and saw the round and towering brown-red roof, the high-ceiling foyer and
The green lawn, and Miss Roy next to the bottle-raising fountain.
She stood on a pile of fallen leaves near the fountain, wearing a cream-colored corrugated silk dress, a uniform blue cornflower bud headband and breast hairpin, and her ruffled neckline showed traces of snow.
He rolled down the car window, looked over with a smile, and waved quickly and playfully.