musicians of old

Chapter 410 The Fifth Movement The Angel Tells Me (1): A Pleasant Gift (Three in One)

"Wow--" "Crack--"

Heart-pounding broken sounds burst out from every corner, and nearly a thousand listeners made their choices.

And Master Luckert and several of his students stood up from the rostrum and applauded.

"The most poignant and deeply moving work of art song ever written."

Luckert spat out the comments word by word.

Obviously, not only the music of the piano and vocals, but also the long poem originally composed by the German poet Müller also touched the heart of the chief judge.

"Scheler's "The Beautiful Miller Girl", from the first note to the last note, is perfect. Every song sung by Miss Nightingale is also the crystallization of crying blood from a sincere heart, without any falsehood Manufactured, without any traces of chiseling, the harmony of poetry and music has reached a natural state."

After finishing speaking, Luckert folded the bouquet in his hand with force, followed by several students and followers.

This is the first group of judges who have made their selections.

In their bouquets, the content of "Nectar of Never Withered" was nearly a hundred times that of the audience, and Luckert, who was the main judge, had ten times the weight of ordinary judges, and he might be able to compare with nearly a thousand audiences.

Nearly a thousand audience members, and nearly a thousand audience members, this time, the number plate on Miss Nightingale's chest shone brightly.

The neckline, cuffs, bottom edge of the skirt and streamers of her blue placket, the rich red light is about to condense and drip, and in those transitional clothing and skin areas, there is an incomparably beautiful and indescribable paleness. Purple.

As her breathing fluctuated and her clothes fluttered, those colors dragged out streaks of residual purple starlight on the dim stage.

Relying on "The Beautiful Mill Girl", Miss Nightingale pulled the audience's support rate to nearly 40%, which is already on par with Miss Cuckoo, and dozens of judges including Luckert expressed their opinions, directly letting her on stage. Guanghua had the upper hand.

but……

"Teacher, these people still haven't made a statement." In the judges' seat, the famous singer Kuci whispered to Luckert.

"As expected, they are eagerly looking forward to the work that Senesino will produce in the third round." The master's eyes under the pale golden curly hair calmly stared at the next musician on the stage.

As early as the end of the five "Songs of Luckert", his mood was mixed. Just talking about the last three songs "At Midnight", "Please Don't Overhear My Song", "I Abandon the World" , the conception, arrangement, and performance are all at the pinnacle level, but the tone and style are too "positive" and "serious".

In particular, Renilla, who appeared later, easily surpassed Ann with her love without opening her mouth. This is really indescribably sad.

That's right, I am the first to become famous, and my prestige is second to none. I can write some exciting works, and I can also influence some students or followers. However, there are a total of 48 judges tonight!
I have a higher weight, and there are three proud students, three or four benefactors of education, five or six people who follow the idea, but the remaining over 35 judges who have not expressed their opinions are all royal nobles, clergy, discussion group observers, As well as the big merchant families or "senior" media music critics who are inextricably linked with them...

Nowadays, these people regard the serious vocal art only as a pastime after dinner, or entertainment for the senses. Their understanding of "love is a question" has gradually drifted away from the humanistic spirit of this country.

Immediately after the top 4 are selected, the final three rounds will begin, and Lückert feels that there is little hope for that ideal ending.

When the last top 8 tenors on the stage were singing, suddenly a person in charge of the arena ran over with a look of embarrassment on his face.

He leaned over to Luckert, respectfully and carefully lowered his voice:
"Master, the current situation is a bit difficult..."

Lückert raised his eyebrows when his thoughts were interrupted:
"What's the problem?"

The officer in charge choked and glanced into the darkness behind the orchestra pit.

Standing there are men and women who have finished singing and are waiting to announce the results of their promotion. Among them, only two sopranos glow bright red, and the others... If they are not standing close to each other now, if they are in the auditorium, then Normal eyesight can't see that there are other people standing there.

Applause rang out, and the tenor, who had finished singing at the end, also walked into the darkness and disappeared after the curtain call.

"It's just... this time... the other people seem to be too dark..." the person in charge whispered.

Ruckert frowned when he heard this, and the judges next to him also thought deeply.

That's right, in this singer's final, if the contestants want to compete for the championship, there is actually another customary minimum qualification threshold-"the faint light is visible"!
In other words, no matter how strong your admiration is, at least you must be able to light up your number plate a little bit. On this dark late-night stage, the audience cannot completely lose sight of your face and outline!
This threshold is actually not difficult to reach. Generally speaking, in this round of the competition schedule, if more than a hundred listeners or one or two judges fold flowers for you, you will be able to "see the faint glow". Therefore, in previous years, this custom was There are very few mentions. If you can't even meet this requirement, don't even think about being nominated for the top 8.

But this year, Miss Cuckoo and Miss Nightingale were too bright, and the hearts of the audience and judges were too concentrated!Under the ebb and flow, the rest of the people have completely fallen into the miserable situation of "comparison".

——For the other singers who entered the top 8, there are more or less a dozen or 20 people folding flowers, and they can still see a little "night light" when they get close, while others may be completely "invisible people" in places where there is no light...

"Directly announce the final match between the two, and disqualify the rest of the competition in advance." Lückert made a decision.

The crescent poet did not lower his full voice, and the entire open-air opera hall fell silent for a while.

Especially the four male singers who participated in the competition, standing in the dark were completely dumbfounded.

"But!" The person in charge of the arena reminded with wide-eyed eyes, "Master, these two contestants are both ladies..."

The normal process is 8 into 4, 4 into 2, which is correct.

But it should be noted that the production of the famous singer of the year is one for each male and female!When you get to "2", it's the final result!

If you make a decision like this, wouldn't it be...

"This year's competition cancels the quota for men." Luckert said indifferently, "The traditional conventions of the southern country must be abided by. The third round will directly enter the final showdown between two famous female singers. Do you have any opinions?"

This fucking works too! ?The male singers were about to cry, but screamed in their hearts.

Ni Renilla has a strong soprano voice, so what does it have to do with me singing a tenor! ...

"Do you have any opinions?" Luckert repeated again.

He hadn't bothered to hear the others sing another round.

The person in charge of the arena smiled and gave the other judges a questioning look.

Naturally, these clergy and princes and nobles had no objections.

The clock struck midnight when the final lineup was announced.

This highly ornamental audio-visual feast has also entered the most intense stage of confrontation.

Miss Renilla, who wore a corseted white dress and danced with blood-red flames, walked into the orchestra pit again with a smile.

Raise your skirt to salute, and open your arms to offer a kiss.

The cheers erupted like a tsunami, squeezed out directly from the slits on the open-air roof of the opera house, and resounded through the sky outside Tia City.

With an enchanted smile, the minstrel Senessino reported his latest composition for the competition:

"The Pleasant Sacrament."

He sat down in front of the piano and slightly adjusted the distance of the seat, but did not raise his wrist to enter the playing state.

Miss Renilla directly sang a piece of recitative without accompaniment with a charming voice, which seems to have some shadows in the center of D or A, but the excessive half-tone progression makes it a bit wandering ambiguity:
"The fairies of Lin Ze, I wish them eternal life.

Oh, how clear,

Their light and pale flesh-colors dance in the sun,
The air was filled with sleepiness.

Could it be that what I love is a dream?

My doubts are like a heap of dark shadows of old night,

end in countless twigs, and still be true woods,
To prove that the lonely me gave to my full self—”

Fan Ning, who was listening quietly in the audience, could not help frowning as he turned the nib of the pen.

This "Pleasant Sacrament" prepared by Senessino at a key point in the competition, why is the sound so familiar in front of it?
He was sure he had never heard of this work.

Could it be the text of the song?a certain style?some kind of layout?Or... the deformed application of a certain material?

"... Visions abound, one of the purest Narcissus,
Tears welled up in blue cold eyes,
The other who contrasted with her sighed,

Like a summer breeze on your wool? "

Perhaps the music is not very explicit so far, but the novel and attractive shapes and expressions displayed by Renilla are enough to arouse the desire and thirst of most of the audience present.

After a long lazy recitative, the piano was finally played as she bit down on the syllable of the word "zephyr".

Cenisino dropped the keys an octave with his left hand, and then brought out a series of blurred diatonic arpeggios with his right hand.

"Everything's grilled groggy,
Can't see clearly the so much love that the suitor desires with all his heart,
With what ability, they can all escape and disappear,

So I can only taste the passion for the first time, stand up straight,

Alone under the light of the ancient light.

Lily!There is the purest flower among you,
Their lips spread nothing but this sweetness,

Except for that whispered kiss that promises betrayal! "

Renilla was smiling delicately, her hands were slightly behind her back, her chest was trembling, her voice handled the previous melody very finely, those tones gradually increased bit by bit, slowly rose to high notes, and then slowly weakened in the same way, Sliding down to the low end, the listener is mesmerized and wants to listen to it over and over again to savor the richness and sweetness it brings.

Batch after batch of people broke off the bouquets in their hands, and the bloody flame on her body burned brighter.

What's the point of this music?
Fan Ning held the pen tightly, thinking quickly in his mind.

On the extended bass hang chords, Senessino began to strike sparkling fragments of notes in the high register of the piano.

"I have a virgin on my breast who testifies:
There's the mysterious wound left by the majestic tooth...

From the usual dream, that pure waist and back—

I closed my eyes, but my eyes followed it closely——

You bloom again, on the lake where you wait for me!
I am proud to be noisy, to proclaim the goddess for a long time,

And with idolatrous brushes and colors,
Strip dresses from their shadows again! "

The provocative percussion sound in the high register of the piano and the chromatic movement in the low register form an irresistible torrent of love, which is dizzying and violent like a sledgehammer being swung and smashed.

The figure of Fan Ning leaning lazily on the seat suddenly sat up straight.

"Wake Up Poetry"!
Naturally, it is not the original composition or adaptation of the first movement of his "Summer Noon Dream", but Cenisino's "Pleasant Sacrament" also embodies the divine color of "Miss Scarlet".

Including the diatonic system constructed with the skeleton of flat mi-fa-sol-la-xi-sharp do in the piano accompaniment, it is also deformed through the contaminated material of "d minor major seventh chord"!
In a sense, there is a certain intellectual homology in the musical vocabulary of "The Sacrament of Delight" and "The Poetry of Awakening", and according to Fanning's residual impression, the poetic text written by Senesino, Many fragments and expressions come from "Original Secrets" - the taboo books that involved the secret biography of "Pool" that I seized when I investigated the meeting point of the "Red Agate Culture Media Company" in the Northern Continent.

Fan Ning began to tap on the table with his fingers while he was thinking.

"O nymph of Linze,

Let's blow round the changing memories!
My eyes pierce the reeds,
Shoot the fairy's neck! "

The melody of the soprano jumped up ten degrees, and then gradually fell down with the diminished seventh chord like trembling and moaning. Not only was Renilla unable to cope with such a difficult segment, but she was able to smile at the bewildered audience with ease.

"When they dipped their heat into the waves,

Throwing a cry of wrath over the forest,

So the glorious bath of their hair like waves,

Into the quiver of jasper and the sparkle of gems!"

The piano entered into an interlude, Renilla's singing stopped, and there was applause immediately, which lasted for eight bars.

After the applause subsided, she continued to sing, singing very briskly and melodiously, and her rhythm was so brisk that even Senessino's nimbly running fingers on the keyboard could only follow suit.

"I have come. Ah, I see at my feet,

Numerous fairies haggard and weary with grief,
Sleeping between white arms intertwined;
I did not break their embraces,
but snatched them,

Run into the bushes hated by frivolous shadows! "

Fanning speculates about the possibilities as the graceful Reneela pours inspiration from the stage.

He didn't think that Pleasure Listening would be able to directly produce anything in tonight's event, because there are not only a large number of extraordinary elites from the Special Patrol Office and the Church, but also masters of Luckert's level, but... Renee La's desire to win the championship is obviously part of the preparations for the follow-up secret sect plan. Some actions of the special inspection hall are obviously earlier than his own. Why did he start to "be low-key" again in this matter?

Now this matter has the most direct relationship with me, apart from the competition with Miss Nightingale, it is the same source of pollution in "The Poetry of Awakening".

"Musical performance is a kind of ritual. If in the "Flower Festival" a week later, the hosts of the ceremony are Renilla and Cenicino and others. or simply use my "Awakening Poem" as a prayer, then with the execution of the ceremony, will the high ground of knowledge that I have managed to occupy before be dismantled by "Miss Scarlet" in turn? Solution, return to passive?..."

"In that case, with the unknown mechanism of "Auspicious Time", the inexplicable strangeness of the Southern Continent, and the confrontation between Joan and "Miss Scarlet", are some things likely to get out of control?..."

"It seems that I should not only strive for the championship of this famous singer contest and the qualification for the ritual music of the "Flower Ritual Festival", but if I want to maintain an advantage in this fight against pollution, I must also have a deeper understanding of the secrets of "Pond" Dismantling research, speeding up the creation progress of "Summer Noon's Dream"..."

Fanning's hearing was more actively engaged.

On the stage, the layers of piano and vocals are elevated, gradually pushing the thirsty artistic conception shown in the song "Pleasant Sacrament" to a white-hot stage:
"Here, where the rose drains all its fragrance in the sun,

Here our play can be likened to the burning day.

I adore you, rage of virgins, oh joy—

Shy joys from holy and naked loads! "

"They slipped away from my burning lips,

Lips trembling like lightning!Drank the trembling secrets of the flesh,

From their pitiless feet, to their shy hearts,

Drenched innocence abandons them at the same time,
I don't know if they are tears of frenzy, or dew of indifference? "

The audience's desires and appetites were high, and they clasped their fingers in anticipation. The remaining 30 or so judges also blushed, shouted and applauded in their hearts, and folded the bouquets in their hands one after another.

In fact, Cenisino's piano accompaniment is not as natural and perfect as Scheler's, but has a considerable improvisational style, but its colors are too dreamy and blurred, and Miss Cuckoo is full of charm, singing the melody Thirsty and sultry, for a moment, the remaining love and admiration were all harvested on her like sheaves of wheat.

There is no doubt that after the competition, there are quite a few people here who want to have fun and quench their thirst in a way that suits their appetite.

"When I joyfully vanquished the terror of treachery,
"My sin is to untie these goddesses,
"Bunches of kisses entangled inextricably;
"When I just wanted to light a fire of laughter,
"Hide in the sweet undulating waves of a goddess,

"At the same time looking at the other with one finger,
"The innocent sister who didn't blush,

"I want my sister's passion to dye her white feathers red!"

At the end of the climax of the music, Senessino used the special appologia + major chord playing method to make each oscillating color show its unique appetite and pleasure. All the bouquets were folded, even at the judges' table.

The remaining rays of light waving in the hands of music fans were all concentrated on Miss Cuckoo at this moment, and the dazzling red light dyed her white dress, completely igniting the souls and lusts of the audience.

"You know, my passion is ripe and crimson,
Every pomegranate bursts and buzzes like a bee,
Our blood loves the one who takes it captive,

For the eternal swarm of wishes rolls! "

Miss Renilla extended the last E-flat freely, and stayed for more than ten breaths. Before the end of the piano, applause and cheers swept the entire hall in a blink of an eye!

In the first scene of the third round, as soon as the long poem "A Sacrament of Delight" is completed, all the remaining love and infatuation will be harvested by this Miss Cuckoo!

Even now, every time Reneela moved and paced on the stage, she left a burning footprint with rising sparks in place!
Different from the ecstasy of the whole audience, Fan Ning was like a withdrawn bystander, leaning gently on his corner seat with his arms folded.

Depth and longing are the potential ladders for the transformation of divinity, but there is more than one silhouette of radiance, and there are more than one climbing paths that each creature is good at controlling. It must be admitted that joy and love are also possible.

What Fanning is best at is always the combination of inspiration and rationality, to dismantle the art rules in all knowledge, which is exactly what "Endless Fugue" teaches.

He began to savor and dismantle the red secret behind the music and poetry, trying to provide reference for his vocabulary.

"What humans say can be a metaphor for divinity. My initial thought was correct. The fourth movement is named 'Humans Tell Me'."

"Their ideas are worth learning from. Using the mouth of human beings to tell the secrets of angels is undoubtedly 'rising higher in the dynamics'. For example, in "Skull Song", people's food, sex, and one-on-one love , Huayan in real life, '26 pleasing fruits, seven punishments, nine gardens, four repentances'. This not only depicts different ways and scenes of love, but also metaphors people's pain and repentance , which is sort of a brief discussion of 'pools'"

"In "The Sacrament of Pleasing," the tone of the narrative changes, the erotic scenes change from realistic gardens to more transcendent fantasy, and the sexual partners become demigods and even demigods. One-to-many indulgence, this is undoubtedly an unabashed and extremely detailed discussion of 'Pool'."

"The idea of ​​metaphorical divinity must be good, but this is what my opponent told me. My own climbing path is different. How to let my student, Miss Nightingale, use a metaphor for divinity? I still need to listen to what she told me "

"The text, especially the text is very important. If you want to add vocals to the later movements, how should you choose?"

While Fan Ning was dismantling these erotic "pools" of inspiration, a slightly vicissitudes of life and mixed emotions interrupted his contemplation, and the hall gradually became quiet within a few seconds.

It was Master Luckert who spoke. He stared at the girl at the back of the stage, bathed in red and blue brilliance:

"Miss Nightingale, everyone's bouquets have been folded."

"We respect your opinion, do you think it is necessary to continue singing?"

(End of this chapter)