musicians of old

Chapter 129 In Ecstasy (4K [-]-in-[-])

The silence of the audience lasted for more than half a minute.

Musicians with small instruments quietly disappeared in the corner where they had drilled; large instruments were covered by black curtains and placed on roller carts, and were pushed away by the students who had already prepared to disappear at the end of the night; during this period, Fan Ning Yi walked down the steps, got into the bushes behind the bricks and left quietly.

When the audience's cognition returned to reality, and Qiqi broke out excited shouts and applause, they realized that everything in the square was as usual, and the conductors and musicians they wanted to pay tribute to had all disappeared.

"Why do I feel like I'm dreaming? So, we finally heard the premiere of his "First Symphony"?"

".What kind of immersive experience is this?"

"No, this is definitely not some kind of experience! We are participants, witnesses, and protagonists. We have created history with our own hands and witnessed history!"

The audience clenched their fists and looked at each other, unable to calm their emotions and breathing for a long time.

"Go, hurry back to the editorial office!" A senior reporter from the music magazine "Hoffmann Gramophone" said this. He came from the area outside the square after noticing the movement of the crowd. He didn't hear the beginning of the first movement. Arrived, and then listened to the whole song.

The assistants who were carrying big bags and various interview equipment next to them said puzzledly, "Sir, it's only [-]:[-], and the graduation concert we're going to interview hasn't started yet."

"Still listening to a fart graduation concert!" The senior music reporter changed his usual elegant demeanor, and because of his overly excited expression, his saliva almost sprayed on the assistant's face, "Go! Get in the carriage! Hurry up!! We must Be the first to write a report on Fanning's unprecedented debut!"

"Then. This year's newly promoted editor-in-chief position is mine." He rushed to the side of the square in a hurry, and at the same time, he turned his head and glared at the assistants carrying the equipment, implying that they followed too slowly.

Fanning stood in the dark path of trees at the corner of the square.

"Extremely different feelings are brought to me by the form of ritual that best fits music"

Thousands of threads of inspiration connected to him could not stop buzzing, and the strength of the spirit grew rapidly, at least exceeding the limit of a fifth-order sage.

Different from previous expectations, Fan Ning originally thought that due to the soaking performance in the open air and the limited skills of the students, the sound effect would be more or less scattered, but the baton in his hand was faintly reserved in the hemispherical An echo field is formed in the space.

What is even more different from the past is that the previous spiritual resonance often faded away quickly after the performance ended, but now it has been more than ten minutes since the end, and Fan Ning can still clearly feel the vibration of the bundles of inspiration threads, Including all musicians and all listeners.

Some kind of open awareness welled up from his astral body.

"'Endless Fugue' holds the aspect of 'candle', is the master of inspiration and the god of polyphony, and he also holds the aspect of 'key', so he is also the master of reason and the god of command. What was revealed through him before Polyphony, I have observed my 'first light' in the radiance, and part of his revelation about conducting."

Fan Ning stared at the "Old Days" in his hands, and suddenly felt something, he focused on the clearest thread of inspiration - it should be Joan's, because she happened to be closer to his straight line at the moment , and the inspiration is far beyond ordinary people.

"What is a conductor? The characteristics of any part of the orchestra are under its control. I can see, disassemble, call, and retract. I present to the audience. According to my own will, this is 'endless' One of the mysteries about the 'key' held by the fugue"

Thanks to the perfectly fitting form of the premiere mystery, at this moment, Fan Ning stepped into the door of studying the hidden knowledge of the "key".

"For example, according to Joan's 'Light of First Acquaintance' characteristic, is this... a kind of wound?"

A crimson light spewed out from the baton, he invoked the inspiration connection with Joan, raised his hand and tapped forward.

In the low bushes, the luxuriant branches and leaves are intertwined and dense. They originally blocked the way, but at this moment they are quietly separated from the two sides.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the St. Lenia Auditorium and the symphony hall are magnificent.

Enthusiastic applause sounded from the auditorium, and all the musicians of the symphony orchestra stood up and greeted the conductor's departure with respectful eyes.

Cecil wore a pure black tuxedo, took the stage with a baton, and bowed gracefully to the audience of about two thousand on three floors.

Some of Fanning's supporters did leave after listening to "Symphony No. [-] in D Major", but more people chose to continue to come here, after all, the time does not conflict.

Even if they are not interested in Cecil, they are still interested in the second half of the piano concerto by Master Gilles, which is the finale piece written by the piano genius Muric of the Conservatory of Music.

Including the other half of Cecil's original supporters, the attendance rate was close to [-]%.

"It's true that there is a certain impact, but it's nothing more than that."

Cecil naturally heard about what happened on Meyer Avenue outside more than an hour ago, but he has been busy in the auditorium since this morning, did not go out, did not hear it personally, and did not pay attention to the follow-up reaction.

Is there any more important moment in a person's life than now?
Cecil turned to face the stage, and the musicians sat down in unison. The lights in the hall went out, leaving only the stage bright.

The sound of various violins rubbing open strings, mixed with the scale running of woodwinds and brass pipes and the sound of timpani.

Among the official members, more than a dozen people have gone to follow Fan Ning, but the backbone is all there, and it is harmless. The only thing that bothers Cecil is that the timpani player has been replaced. Such an important position, the level of the others is not as good as that of Lu Ya. Dale was more than one and a half off.

During the intonation check, these thoughts made Cecil a little distracted, but as the hall became quiet again, his eyes refocused, he took a breath slowly, and struck the baton.

The music begins with a short sequence of slow speed, full of tranquility, the theme is the duet melody of flute and trumpet, after the expansion, the light and transparent sound flow of strings gradually emerges.
The first movement is full of romantic characteristics. The audience tapped their heads to follow the rhythm. The members of the Bologna School who sat in the best positions in the 6th to 8th rows on the first floor also expressed their approval in their eyes. color.

But from the interlude of the Andante in the second movement, the French horn began to play a disturbing melody in obstinate tone, and gradually fragmented. The woodwind group appeared a mysterious chord with pure fourths and augmented fourths superimposed, The color is empty and sour, but the texture is as dense as pulp, forming a layer of misty fog.

If Lawyer Monroe and Elixir Cyndia were present, they would have found that the material and style of the music that is flowing now is very close to the records played in the listening room of Red Onyx Culture Media Company at that time.

Many listeners, including several school members, felt that the melody and sound effects at this time were a bit strange, but listening carefully, they could confirm many unspeakable emotions or images.

In the third movement, the scherzo, the vibrato brought out an intoxicated and excited mood, the violin, flute and clarinet played syncopated rhythms and persistent unison repetitions, amidst the rumbling sound of percussion instruments, a few beams of light Suddenly it shines down from a height.

These are three kinds of lights and shadows of pink, dark green, and gray and white. Their falling points meet and rotate, and like fireworks being ignited, they shoot heterogeneous sparks and light beams around.

In the environment where the stage is bright and the seats are dark, this lighting effect seems a bit abrupt.

In the middle seat of the 8th row on the first floor, a middle-aged man with long hair parted in the middle and a slightly depressed face was sitting. .

At this moment, he exchanged glances with Vice President Huxley and Dean Gould sitting on both sides of him.

Is this a problem with the lighting effect of the symphony hall?Or is it a special link that matches the presentation of the music?

These well-informed people thought about it, and suddenly felt that this inexplicable lighting effect was especially like the scene after some extremely rare and extraordinary items began to sublimate.
The feeling of the spirit is also similar
Bright Essence! ?

impossible! ?Who can get so many brilliant essences and play them as fireworks here?Judging by the amount used, the squandered price can exceed the giant pipe organ installed on the building!
All three of them read some puzzled and vigilant expressions from the expressions of the other two!
The third movement, the Scherzo, is extremely short, and after two or three minutes, the music is about to enter the final chapter.

At this time, Julius, the chief violinist who was closest to the conductor, suddenly got up halfway, and laughed in a low voice that only two people could hear: "Leader Ram Cecil, your Turangalian bloodline compatibility Although it is not as good as Hiran Conor, it is almost the same, and it is indeed a very suitable container. You see, I have explained it to you in advance."

During a brief pause in the violin part, she inadvertently put on a pair of black gel earplugs with a strange shape!

Cecil closed his eyes tightly, as if intoxicated by this wonderful atmosphere, he didn't hear what she said, he stretched his hands forward, and made a gesture of slowly pulling to the left and right sides.

In the strange lighting, the parts of each orchestration group play different motives in rotation and interweaving. There seems to be no tendentious melody flow, only layers of background sounds, rhythm patterns, and the overlapping of weird harmony colors.

The first person who felt something was wrong was sitting next to Julius, the principal second violin.

He was flying the bowstring in his hand, but somehow his mind was distracted, and he remembered the curious report about the "Dream Man" incident he had read in the newspaper before.

In a certain paragraph where the strength marks changed a lot, he looked up at the commanding gesture, but found in a trance that Cecil's face seemed to be somewhat close to that of "Dream Man", and when he took a closer look, he returned to normal
More and more musicians have similar mind-wandering, uncontrollably recalling things that should not be recalled on this occasion.

They noticed a similar phenomenon. From their perspective, the torso and limbs of the man standing on the podium seemed to be getting taller and longer, the eyebrows and eye sockets on his face were getting thicker, his nose was flat, and his lips were becoming more and more curved. Long and raised exaggeratedly upwards.

"Boom——" a female percussionist rang the gong. If you stood on the other side, you could see the withered human skin on the other side of the gong, pulsating everywhere, like a dense heart .

This is the final deliverable of the commissioned work that "Experience Officer" Erov, the ritual vessel "pulsating scoop" that changes shape after reaching special conditions!

Amidst the buzzing, there was vitality, the expressions of the audience became excited, the pupils began to dilate, and an ecstatic atmosphere appeared in the entire concert hall!

Somewhere on the second floor, two couples were sitting next to each other. The boy in the black dress suddenly turned to look at his girlfriend: "Honey, this experience is so wonderful."

Immediately, a dozen or so pairs of eyes looked at him with anger. Talking so loudly at the concert performance is too rude!
"What do you think? I'm very, very happy about it." The boy in the black dress held the hand of the girl in the white dress, and the eyeballs in his eye sockets dissolved and turned into two lines of red and black viscous putrefaction, which flowed down his cheeks. Winding little snake.

"Dreams come true." The girl in the white skirt murmured intoxicatedly. Her two arms had been pulled off by the boy, and her entire lower body was dwarfing, spreading out like melting ice cream, leaving only viscous black liquid in the end. Upper chest and head.

And the anger in the eyes of the dozen or so audience members gradually dissipated, their expressions became relieved and joyful, and the features on their faces began to blur, like wax figures under high temperature.

Principal Sternika stood up from his seat, narrowed his eyes, and stared at the stage coldly.

Cecil on the podium turned around almost at the same time, with a "squeak", the muscles and blood vessels were separated, as if something glued together was forcibly torn off—his other half was still waving the baton facing the orchestra, and that Zhang's upper body with a scary face grinned towards the audience.

"Everyone, shall we come together?"

The students in the front row seemed to be drawn and inspired by some kind of force. They stood up and moved out of their seats, their bodies shook to the beat, and they walked slowly towards the stage. A stream of red and black putrid liquid.

"Plop-plop-"

The students on the second and third floors of the symphony hall also left their seats from the audience, and jumped directly over the guardrail one by one from the air.

Some people landed in the wrong posture and died on the spot. Some people fell unconscious and remained motionless, but more people only suffered broken torsos and broken limbs. They dragged their drooping limbs and tried to move towards the stage. Drag out a series of black and smelly stains.

Not everyone has been affected by this. In fact, some people are aware of it. From the time Cecil tore his body to a bloody mess and turned to face the audience with the face of a "dream man", more than [-]% of the students had already There was a terrified scream.

These are the group of people whose mind wanders more when listening to concerts, or who have simply fallen asleep before.

At this moment, they were crowding and shoving crazily, trying to escape from the gate on the first floor or the exit passages of the auditorium areas. The scene was extremely chaotic, and a serious stampede had already occurred.

But when the audience at the forefront of each channel was about to escape, they bumped into a pale colloidal light curtain at the door.

The latter is like an elastic net, a person hits one meter into it, and bounces back four or five meters, like a cannonball, knocking more students behind to the ground.

The entire symphony hall seemed to be blocked by some unknown force!No one can leave!

Vice-principal Huxley turned his head in surprise and anger at this moment, because he recognized the mysterious ability of a member of his own school!

"Fabian, what are you doing!?"

　There are so many monthly tickets these days, I was stunned.

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