musicians of old

Half a minute later, Director Senessino of the Grand Concert Hall felt that he probably understood the content of Master Luckert's anger.

It seems to be about the tickets for Mr. Scheler's concert tonight.

It really doesn’t sound right. Taking myself as an example, it’s also a “lion exercise”. If one day a certain concert hall allows me to sit in a box, it’s really a bit rude, not to mention the major public opinion, at least in the art circle It's sure to be whispered for a while.

But that doesn't mean the music director knows how to respond.

hell!He himself was at the judging table before, sitting next to Master Luckert, and came back only an hour earlier than him. Here is his brother, the deputy director, who is presiding over the work!Who knows what happened?
This problem is too fucking "micro-operation"...

He is the number one person in a big concert hall, how can he know what is not a ticket?There are quite a few famous people who usually go to concerts. Those who come from southern countries may not know each other. Some people come today, and some people may not come tomorrow... The business problem of VIP reception is as follows Executives or department managers are responsible for grasping the situation, and then report to themselves whether they need to be accompanied or not.

So Cenesino's questioning eyes were passed to the people behind him logically, and they continued to look at me and you in a logical manner.

Scheler wrote two works to make Master Lückert look for people. They already know, but they really don't know what happened at the concert tonight, and they don't know why the master made such a big fuss.

In fact, the reason why Master Lückert lost his temper was because he felt that Scheler, who could write this kind of work, must have some characteristics like himself, and he must have been affected by this incident. Ku Ci's decision to give the gift on his behalf was a bit hasty, so he rejected his own invitation. The purpose of coming here now is to meet and clear up the misunderstanding first, and scold these guys who have no eyesight for doing things.

"Aside from the fact that you don't care about where to sit, you dare to let the composer who wrote "Song of Ruckert" sit in the box on the third floor. Next time, why don't you just invite me to sit on the floor in the aisle?"

Probably also has such a meaning.

However, the above process may be a bit too convoluted and incomplete for the executives of the festival concert hall.

If they knew that Scheler was a person who came out of nowhere, whether they knew him or not, but none of his colleagues knew him in the first place, they might be even more wronged at this time.

Several people in charge of the National Opera House next door were watching a play, and some people even watched the excitement. It was not a big deal, and they began to make friends with the master's three proud students.

Yes, even if it wasn't Master Luckert who came to Xingshi to inquire about the crime today, the latter three people, even if they are also without beginning and end, they still have to send people to investigate the whole story, and at the same time politely stabilize their emotions!
Soprano Kuci, tenor Nicolino, and bass Schmids are three extremely experienced "blade bearers". It has been ten years since the first one won the honor of a famous singer. The only difference is some long or short age precipitation!

An opera, as long as one of them plays the leading role, can be priced according to the industry's top-level standards. If two or three perform together, it will directly belong to the annual pressure performance, and the volume and honor it brings to the theater can last for a whole year. Year!

Fortunately, this world has not formed a cultural industry in the modern sense. Otherwise, it is inevitable that these famous singers with image temperament and real talents will be operated as the top stars of Fan Ning's previous life. Flood discharge gates, the income is like money in sacks.

The executives of the concert hall were scratching their heads and asking each other for help, trying to figure out what was going on. Suddenly someone woke up like a dream and made a savior-like voice:
"Conductor Walter! This Mr. Scheler's ticket is an internal ticket reserved for him by Conductor Walter!"

"That's right." The younger brother of the deputy director of Senesino seemed to be pardoned, "Mr. Walter, isn't Mr. Scheler your own teacher? How did you leave the tickets in the box?"

"? I didn't??" Walter, who stood respectfully beside Fanning, was instantly stunned.

"I only left a stack for Mr. Chretien of the Mixin Chamber of Commerce..."

"I don't know how he gave it to Teacher Scheler...No, I just met the teacher myself, how do I know???"

"And my internal tickets are all in the back area on the first floor of the symphony hall. The seat you gave me is not very good, but it's not too bad to go to the box on the third floor..."

first floor?third floor? ...

Bishop Carlestini looked at the deputy director, at Scheler on the couch, and at the pale-skinned little girl next to the latter, as if gradually recalling something.

That's right, at the entrance of the ticket hall, when the deputy director of Senesino was leading the way, he told the staff next to him to "do a good job of venue management". At that time, he saw this little girl who was very conspicuous in the crowd. , and Scheler next to her.

"It's me." Luna, who had been afraid to speak out from behind Fan Ning, finally spoke, making everyone look at her, "The teacher sat with me."

The troubadour Senessino breathed a sigh of relief. He probably understood the reason. It was a bit of a misunderstanding, but it was not a big misunderstanding. At least the "concert hall let Scheele sit in a box" that Luckert asked was not what the master himself thought. That's it.

After he apologized, he explained slowly: "Everyone, everyone should be clear about the matter. According to the current practice of the Southern Continent, for the group of 'lost color'—"

"Fart." Master Luckert suddenly lowered his voice and made several people break out in a cold sweat.

"The status of an artist is only related to the art itself. The development of music in the Southern Continent is uneven because you people like to impose other impurities and garbage factors on it..."

The crowd nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Scheele's students can be mediocre? Miss Nightingale, conductor Walter, who is not young and talented? This little girl must also have her own excellence, oh, I don't know the name yet." Until After Luckert's words changed from criticism to praise, his tone gradually softened.

"My name is Luna, Mr. Master." The little girl's guilty voice was thinner than that of a mosquito, and she felt that compared to her sister or Mr. Conductor, she really had nothing special about her.

Luckert sat directly on another rocking chair next to Fanning, raised his legs, took out a cigar, lightly rubbed it on the wooden table made of ordinary materials, lit it, put it in his mouth, and touched it again. Take the second and pass it to Fanning.

"Mr. Scheler, I suddenly discovered that you are younger than I thought." The new moon poet fine-tuned his address again, "If you upgrade early enough in the next 'new moon', it will be a success." Little Master Scheler', hehe, this is really interesting...."

Fan Ning habitually made gestures of thanking and rejecting, but immediately changed his hand to take it without a trace. Although he didn't make a smoker in the caravan, the image of a gentleman who doesn't smoke at all is more or less a coincidence Point, this kind of evasion with no cost is the best way to avoid it.

But he didn't know that the action in front of the two of them, "Luckert handed Scheele a cigarette" had completely covered the famous scene of "Scheler dunking the guitar" in the eyes of some dumbfounded insiders.

During the path of the cigar in the mouth, it seems that it has encountered some sharp or rough invisible presence in the air, directly igniting the dark fire and the white smoke with strong floral fragrance.

"Ahem." Fan Ning inadvertently choked and smoke came out of his nose.

"Is this smoke extremely strong?" Luckert took a deep breath with a proud expression, "Hehe, people who come here for the first time are usually a little caught off guard. The tobacco and rolling method are all customized by me. The Lengsha essential oil, and the rich and sweet fragrance comes from the 'never-withering nectar' that the church guys have always refused to honor even a drop..."

Fanning nodded quickly and diverted his attention:

"Master Luckert, frankly speaking, the meeting tonight is very good, thank you for appreciating my three students, but just now I asked Miss Kuci to tell—"

"I understand the matter of first come first." Luckert raised his palm to indicate that it's okay, "I just felt that the previous decision to invite people on behalf of others was inappropriate, so I made an invitation in person instead, and I will leave after smoking, which will not affect your negotiation with Walter .”

"However, what happened here? It seems that more people want to invite you tonight?"

"Who knows?" Fan Ning shrugged, "I was drinking and chatting with the students, and writing some ditties along the way, when suddenly two groups of people rushed in, one said they wanted to investigate me, and the other said they wanted to investigate me... The former made me feel ashamed. People are not interested at all, and the latter sounds a little bit more interesting..."

"I'm in the front." After understanding the situation, Lu Kete turned his head and asked He Meng, "The timeline is like this, do you have any objection?"

"Yes, I'm in second place, and you are in first place." He Meng nodded helplessly and admitted, of course he did not forget to emphasize his ranking.

"Wrong." Master Luckert puffed out a puff of smoke, "You are in the third place, and I am in the second place. It is very embarrassing for Walter to conduct you like this..."

"Okay, okay, Walter is first, you are second, and I am third." He Meng continued to nod helplessly.

?What about me, why am I gone? ?Bishop Calestini next to him suddenly felt a little dazed.

The two suddenly felt that it was not wrong to be rejected tonight.

This Scheler is so crazy that even Master Luckert dares to refuse!Don't ask, just ask in line! ! !

He Meng's respectful attitude towards Luckert will definitely not be less than that of the group of famous singer judges before.

The number of "Forged Lions" in the world is slightly less than that of those who understand, and the "New Moon" has to be multiplied by one-third. This status alone has surpassed ordinary inspectors. Master...he can't even beat this Luckert!

This crescent poet has already broken through the three levels of understanding for many years, and has studied the two phases of "Jin" and "Pond". He said that his creation never relies on the inspiration of the illusory "candle" phase, but the strong senses and emotions inherent in human beings. impulse……

More importantly, he has a temper and is really good at hitting people.

No matter its artistic attainments or dueling skills, there is always one that can convince others.

"I wonder when the next time Mr. Scheler is free?" Luckert gently rocked the rocking chair.

This question made He Meng prick up his ears. Just now Scheler's endless "maybe wait a month", before he had time to ask the reason, Master Lukert killed him, and then his queue order was postponed I am afraid that he is the person who cares most about Scheler's personal affairs and arrangements here.

"I've been very busy recently, let me think about it..." Fanning held the cigar between his fingers and changed into a more comfortable position.

"I heard you're writing a piece of music," Luckert said.

"That can be finished tomorrow." Fan Ning's nod of confirmation gave He Meng a heart boost.

"It's pretty fast, what about the day after tomorrow?" Luckert asked.

"Sleeping the day after tomorrow." Fan Ning's answer caused question marks to appear on the heads of He Meng and Calestini.

"The day after tomorrow?"

"The day after tomorrow? I want this lovely student, Miss Nightingale, to accompany me to the Fox Lily Field to get some fresh air."

Ann heard the teacher praise her cuteness, and her eyes became crescents when she smiled.

"and then?"

"Then drink some wine, go shopping at the flower shop, and then get a good night's sleep."

Ruckert nodded seriously when he heard this.

"It seems that Mr. Scheler is really busy recently. When I was young, I was often looking for some good creative state. This is often tiring. My personal suggestion is to pay attention to the combination of work and rest."

Seeing the two chatting and laughing happily, the question marks on the heads of the people including the special inspection hall became more and more.

"hiss--"

Luckert directly threw the cigar butt into his wine glass, then stood up with his hands on the rocking chair:
"That's all for today, Mr. Nicolino, and give the gift I have re-selected to Mr. Scheler."

"Good teacher." The famous tenor handed over a scroll respectfully, "Mr. Scheler, this is a sketch from the last century by Ribera Josein, a master of romantic oil painting in the Southern Continent. My teacher Personal personal collection, I hope you can accept it."

"Sounds very good, thank you." Fanning did not refuse, but he waved, "Luna, take it for me first."

"Oh." The little girl took it from Nicolino carefully.

"Mr. Scheler, I know you are very busy." Luckert suddenly smiled expectantly, "But a cigar is a painting, can I ask a question before leaving?"

"Master, please tell me." Fan Ning indicated that it was okay.

"What other songs did you write for Miss Nightingale's final? Can you reveal a name?"

"Oh, like..."In Midnight"?"

Fanning picked one of the next three at random.

"Oh?" Luckert's eyes lit up. The artistic conception expressed in this poem is profound and far-reaching. It is also a representative work of his very proud mid-term work. At this moment, he couldn't help asking: "What kind of tone is this?"

"A minor."

"It's so simple and deep! What's the first note?"

"What if it's a double tone?" asked Fanning.

……this.The more Luckert listened, the more flustered he felt, but he felt that he couldn't ask any further questions about a score that didn't exist, so he thought for a while and said, "Then is there any other poem that can be revealed?  … ..."

"Master, don't you just have one question?" Fanning laughed aloud.

"Uh." Lückert's expression froze, and he regretted not sending out a few more gifts, but his hand had already been said, and he couldn't go back on his word, so he could only wave his hands in a carefree manner:
"Okay, anyway, there are only more than ten days left before the famous singer finals. Then I will come to listen to Mr. Scheler's art songs, and then I will make an appointment with you."

He strode out of the private room directly, and the three famous singer students had already gotten used to his hot-tempered personality, they said goodbye to Fan Ning and his party with a smile, and after a few words with the hospital, they hurried out to follow.

Then this matter can only be dismissed for now, He Meng thought for a moment and finally said:

"Mr. Scheler, look, if I want to contact you next time, should I leave a phone number or..."

Unexpectedly, he was only halfway through speaking, and Lückert's angry voice floated from afar again:
"He Meng, I warn you not to jump in line, my order is ahead of you, and I will contact you to notify you when I finish chatting."