musicians of old

Chapter 318 In the Name of Command (4600)

Several people turned their heads in surprise, and little Irene, who had been hugging Olga's thigh, ran over with a cheer.

"Dad, you have a good rest."

Kaplan, who was wearing a hospital gown, was sitting on the edge of the bed, stuffing his shoes with his feet, and his spirit suddenly became better.

He has been in a coma for 20 consecutive hours since he was briefly awake last time.

Sensing the concerned gazes from his wife and colleagues, Kaprun's mouth twitched slightly: "I remember the date right?"

"My dear, you remember very well." Olga squeezed out a smile.

"I'm a little bit hungry, which is weird, and kind of want to eat, a little bit," he said.

"I'll do it for you, right away."

Hearing what her husband, who had hardly eaten recently, said so today, Olga's eyes lit up, and she rushed in front of the maid.

Capron sat her daughter on her lap and slowly tied her hair in front of the mirror.

"Father, is our location very close to Sister Xilan?"

"It's not far, baby."

The steaming food is light and delicate. The shepherd's pie baked with potatoes, flour and egg liquid is his favorite staple food on weekdays. Olga puts crispy stewed beef, mushrooms, tomatoes and chopped onions in it , shimmering with a thin layer of butter, with a slight squeeze of ketchup on the edge of the plate, but otherwise no spices or sauces.

And a small glass of milk.

Kaprun raised his knife and fork to eat, and began to chew with his thin cheeks.

He drank all the milk, and more than a third of the shepherd's pie.

He walked to the closet step by step, took out the white shirt, suit trousers, bow tie and top hat and put them on one by one, fastened the buttons and belt in front of the mirror, and repeatedly adjusted the bow tie to fit.

After doing all this, Kaprun changed from a patient to a formal and serious gentleman's attire. A fine layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, and he began to sit on the edge of the bed and pant heavily.

In Olga's eyes, this is still the best day in spirits.

After the surprise at first, she felt a little anxious, but she still had a smile on her face: "You have a rest, there is still enough time, I will help you call Professor Fan Ning now, you can ask him about the 'Super VIP version' 'Is the seat still available? By the way, tell him that you are leaving immediately to listen."

"Wait, don't fight." Kaprun changed his mind again.

"how?"

"He will definitely be very busy at this time, just contact Congreve for me for a while and report a letter."

So Olga helped him spin the telephone roulette.

"Hello." After the staff transferred, a familiar voice came from the opposite side.

"Mr. Congreve, I'm ready to listen. Is the seat still available? Say hello to Mr. Fanning in advance for me."

Suddenly there was no sound on the other end of the phone.

Today, the musicians have not seen Fan Ning come to lead the group to the stage. The guest conductor Mr. Virgil gave some remarks, and many people were puzzled. "Second Symphony" was basically arranged to perfection before, and everyone felt a little confused, that's all.

Congreve, as a core member, was one of the few people who knew that something might have changed.

Originally, if it was in normal working condition, this range of knowledge would include Kaprun and Olga.

but now.
Did he dare to tell Kaplan, "The concert you waited for every day may not be able to perform now"?
How dare he say it?
"Mr. Congreve? ... Hey, can you hear me?" Kaprun was a little puzzled, and held the receiver in front of his eyes for a second look.

Three more seconds.

"...Oh, it's a good thing...you're recovering well, it's a good thing...you should hurry up."

"See you in an hour."

It wasn't until Kaprun hung up the phone that Congreve's long and confused sigh came from the unheard end.

"This guy is definitely busy and stupid."

Kaprun coughed twice, laughed twice, adjusted the angle of his top hat, and picked up the walking stick beside him.

"By the way, the score, don't forget the score, bring it for me, I'll watch and listen."

Before going out, he did not forget to remind his wife who packed up her belongings.

"Under your pillow, Dad." Little Erin climbed into bed and picked up the sheet music.

At [-]:[-] p.m., lightning and storms are still sweeping through the city in the dark.

The symphony hall was brightly lit and resplendent, and there were several rounds of applause welcoming the musicians.

Under the strong request of the art world and music fans, a total of nearly 1000 additional seats were added for four consecutive rounds, making it difficult to describe the live scene with a simple "full seat".

The total audience size of 3000 people is unprecedentedly grand than the previous opening ceremony or New Year's concert. The corridors, aisles, under the stage, and the gaps in boxes, wherever small stools can be placed, are crowded with people, and everyone is crowded very uncomfortable. , but no one expressed resentment.

The audience present today is not only large, but the quality is also uniquely high. It is too narrow to say "academic school" or "art world". Congreve deliberately lowered some of the prices of low stools and added seats, which also allowed music lovers from a lower family to witness the scene.

When they were waiting, they felt their heart beating faster.

Just sitting there, the actors on the stage have already brought a rare impact to themselves——

There are more than 80 musicians in the string group alone, shoulder to shoulder with the total number of regular romantic three-pipe bands. They are packed to the brim, spreading out like a fan-shaped pie, extending directly to the front and edge of the stage.

The volume of stringed instruments is relatively small. If so many stringed instruments are needed to balance the volume of a set of orchestration schemes, it can only show that the .
In the middle and back position, the wooden and copper pipes all over the mountains are shining with silver and golden light, especially the 10 trumpets and 10 French horns that are waiting in full force. the whole band.

The two female singers sat on the side of the woodwind group, their figures were mostly blocked by the two harps.

Further back, 2 timpani players and 4 other percussionists stand here, keeping a distance from each other. Various percussion instruments such as timpani, snare drum, glockenspiel, celesta, big cymbal, and triangle stand are in front of them. Arranged densely, the thick aura supports the entire stage horizontally.

If that wasn't enough...

Then when the audience cast their eyes higher and farther, and landed on the newly completed pipe organ recital and the seats below, they will also see the back of one pipe organist, and 1 people dressed in black and white solemnly. The choir members in formal attire sat in four rows and twenty rows, staring intently at the entire symphony hall.

oppression!shock!asphyxia!

This is not a matter of four controls or five controls at all!

For the cast and crew of No. [-], it is one thing to look at the list on the playlist, but it is completely another matter to sit face to face with them on the scene and feel it!

What kind of work is this performance?
What kind of works would need this kind of arrangement and formation?

It's unimaginable, it's never seen in my life, it's never seen in history! ! !
But under the grand occasion, a few people noticed some strange solemn atmosphere.

Some media or artists who have a better relationship with Fanning did not see him socializing today.

Lee Viadlin didn't even see him.

Perhaps today's performance is too important to be distracted.

But the state of the musicians seems to be slightly anxious?
Some people even saw that the most important musicians, such as the principal violin and cello, felt a little strange, and the chief flute did not come for some reason, and the second place was the substitute.

Earl Adair was a little surprised that Lu's body was too tense standing in front of the timpani, and he didn't habitually twist the drumsticks around in his hands.

The Marquis McAdam and his wife found that although their daughter was smiling today, her eyes kept falling on the music score for some reason.

The president's brows were frowned, and his spiritual sense scanned all directions around him calmly.

At today's premiere scene, there are at least 50 people with knowledge in the symphony hall, and there are nearly ten powerful auras with different natures. In addition to myself and my wife who are people with knowledge, three people from the Guidance School also came today. Two representatives of the church in the empire came, as well as a poet and a writer from the Western Continent.

However, his attention was mainly on the 15 investigators of the special patrol office.

The astral body and emotional body of these people are very relaxed, and even a little bored, it can be seen that the main purpose is not to enjoy the music.

They were scheduled for this mission, before the top brass decided to take Fanning away.

First, it is the "case" related to Vincent and the abnormal area; it is also involved in the clues of the secret realm of the "Grand Court School", which is related to the "hidden lamp" and "the fountain in the painting"; It was figured out; it was involved in the Vassius apostle case, which was related to the "Red Pond"; in the end, "Calamity" also revealed that he was related to the "Old Days".

The wreckage and mysterious factors of the seven source gods were almost covered by him.

Direct particularly significant pollution risk, number one file.

Music performance is one of the most effective templates for secret rituals. This kind of people go to personally direct the tunes they have written. They have prepared the echoes in advance, and then they are ready to listen to the whole process with the sacrificial utensils and spell seals.

But today Fan Ning was taken away directly, and it seems that he will not come out, so he is very relaxed and comfortable.

However, McAdam and several mentors or bishops felt that the people in the special inspection hall were just full and had nothing to do.

As for the battle in the symphony hall tonight, and the number of officially known and understood people, which secret religious organization would dare to make trouble here?I'm afraid that the secret ceremony altar only painted a stroke, so he directly threw out even the ashes.

And if you are really cautious, you should at least send two inspectors over yourself, right?
While everyone was thinking about it, the time passed by every minute and every second, and the eight o'clock bell was about to strike.

The audience was ready for the loudest applause, but the hearts of a few had sunk to rock bottom.

He didn't come out.

Roy in the front row finally looked up from the score at this moment.

She exchanged glances with Sheeran, who was frighteningly white, and then looked across Sheeran, across the entire first violin group, and saw Congreve standing in the aisle of the stage.

He was anxiously counting on his pocket watch under the dim light.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The clock struck eight o'clock, and Kaprun sat up straight from the special seat with the backrest reclined 45 degrees.

He was just about to applaud Fan Ning to take the stage, but two gentlemen came running beside him with their heads bowed.

"The personal doctor arranged by Ms. Roy, sir, if you feel okay, you can pretend that we don't exist."

After speaking, the two sat down on the small stool next to them.

"Thank you, Miss Roy, for your concern. I will insist on listening to the five movements." Kaplan instantly understood his intentions. He thanked him in a low voice, took out a handkerchief to wipe his sweat, and spread the score on his knees.

"Wow!--"

Enthusiastic applause and cheers sounded, and Kaprun began to applaud along with the audience.

But three seconds later, not only did the applause not increase, but it decreased by one degree.

Congreve stepped out in a crisp suit, seemingly holding a small card in his hand.

"This is?..." The music fans were a little taken aback, "The host?"

"Sounds like Manager Congreve of General Operations."

"Is there an opening speech for this serious concert?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I need to read an announcement from Mr. Fanning, Music Director of the Old Symphony Orchestra." Congreve said in a low voice.

The applause disappeared without a trace, leaving only the faint sound of breathing in the symphony hall.

"announcement?……"

"Mr. Fanning's announcement? . . . "

"Why didn't Mr. Conductor announce it himself?..."

A bad premonition welled up in the hearts of the audience.

Congreve gritted his teeth and began to read the letter left by Fanning word by word:
"From now on, I declare in writing that I will unilaterally withdraw from the Guiding School, resign from the post of president of the Uflandsell Branch, and resign from the post of music director of the old symphony orchestra. All businesses and assets under the Turner Art Hall, and individuals have published or The copyrights of the music scores, recordings or theoretical teaching materials in the creation are all permanently and free of charge to Miss Sheeran Cornell, as evidenced by the handwriting. Carolne Van Ning."

"So, the premiere of Symphony No. [-] in C Minor may be postponed."

There was no response, and the symphony hall was eerily quiet like closing time.

Olga tremblingly grabbed Kaprun's hand next to her.

But Kaprun didn't faint, and he didn't lean back. He just sat there in a daze, as if his thinking and consciousness had suddenly stopped.

The two medical staff stared at him like an enemy.

In the dark side of the safe passage, there are four stretcher bearers ready to go.

Viadrin's eyes froze, and President P. Boulez next to him exchanged glances with his mentor, Carmen Leon. They both read the unbelievable look in each other's expressions.

When Marquis McAdam saw the stagnant breathing of the musicians on the stage, and saw the calmness and deep anxiety on his daughter's face, his eyes gradually narrowed slightly.

It is impossible for the most dazzling genius of the Guidance School to withdraw from the membership for no reason, and there must be several reasons that can be obtained by elimination.

The symphony hall fell into a strange silence, and the scene of the bombing pot he imagined did not appear, because these well-cultivated audiences were basically dumbfounded.

After this state lasted for more than 3 minutes, there was a buzzing sound from all over the seats.

"Mr. Fanning has resigned!?"

"The "Second Symphony" performance has been cancelled?..."

"Why so suddenly? What happened to Fanning Command??"

Congreve would have had a second card to read, on which Roy had handwritten four options for fans to compensate for the cancellation of the Second Symphony.

But he felt that after reading Fanning's letter, his strength to speak had been exhausted, and he felt stuck in his throat on the stage for a while.

The musicians either lowered their eyes, stared blankly at the score or looked away at the audience.

Even those media reporters who are usually keen to report breaking news feel that their emotions are not very active at this time.

Time passed by, and Congreve on the stage did not say anything after reading the letter. The cancellation of the performance may have been a foregone conclusion, and no one left the seat or lost control of their emotions. The symphony hall was silent at first, and then fell into a low mood. Discuss in a low voice.

It always feels like something is hovering, and this weird state continues indefinitely.

Roy gritted his teeth, gently stabilized the piano, and was about to stand up——

"Please be quiet, everyone."

A thin voice floated from the auditorium, although it was weak, it was much more obvious than whispering.

The hall became silent again, and everyone followed the source of the sound.

Roy turned his head in astonishment.

More than 50 people with knowledge and understanding turned their heads in astonishment.

The eyes of all the musicians stopped wandering, and Sheeran, with flushed eyes, looked away from the score.

Olga slowly let go of Kaprun's hand.

She watched her husband straighten his body inch by inch from the seat.

"Father?" Little Irene, who was not as tall as the audience, whispered softly from behind.

Kaprun's arms and legs were trembling, he calmed down a little, and then slowly picked up the music book.

"I, on behalf of the permanent conductor of the old symphony orchestra, declare that the performance will be held as scheduled."

(End of this chapter)