musicians of old

Chapter 86 Deep Motivation

Saint Lenia University School of Music.

The chamber music hall is empty and bright, and the notes are flying. On the stage, the pianist, violinist and cellist are rehearsing a piano trio.

Ram Cecil's dexterous hands fluttered alternately on the piano keyboard, driving the strings to form a group of dynamic rolling sound patterns, pushing the whole music to the highest point of emotion, and in the brilliant B-flat major chord Strong hit to end.

The applause from dozens of loyal fans in the audience was sparse but powerful.

"Miss Chief, you haven't practiced the piano for at least three days." Cecil let go of the pedal, took the handkerchief on the piano stand, and wiped his face.

"The Police Department does not provide such convenient services." Julius still held the chin rest of the violin under her chin, and adjusted the tension of the bow with both hands.

"Did you commit a crime?"

"Some accidental production accident in the company."

"Then should I be glad you came out in time?" Cecil stretched out his hand and turned the music score back to the first page, "Otherwise, we might all be smashed on the stage in the few music salons we plan to participate in in the past half month."

"The influence of activities in this small circle is limited." Julius didn't take it seriously, "The circulation of each issue of my "Uvransel Art Review" exceeds [-], which dominates the current trend of music reviews , the scope of influence has broken through the limitations of Uvransel many years ago, you should put more expectations on this."

Cecil's fingers rested on the keyboard and moved left and right: "Thank you for your promotion, but don't ignore the influence of salons. Their audience range is highly overlapped with that of concert halls. The quality of music fans is higher, the weight of voting is greater, and there is a chain of influence. "spread effect"

He stood up slowly, and walked towards the depths of the stage: "The popularity of this guy, Muric, is still high, and the votes of the next few players are also closely following. The volume of voices from various channels is very important to me. .”

"You don't seem to have mentioned Carlone Van Ning." Julius put down the violin and approached him.

"I don't have the energy to pay attention to the works with less than 100 votes for the time being." Cecil smiled lightly, "He can't control the voting mechanism of the city concert hall, this needs to be done."

"But he is a wise man of the Guidance School." Julius interrupted him.

"You've verified it in such detail?" Cecil suppressed his smile.

After the teacher's incident, he was in a depressed mood for a while, but it got better after Dean Fabian gave him a helping hand, but there was always a vague sense of dignity in his heart, which made him a lot more cautious in his words and actions recently.

He paced back and forth: "From the previous events and the result report, it is easy to speculate some conjectures, but I still can't believe it in my heart, he will be the first to embark on the extraordinary road, and you are sure, he was Guiding School has included members? This is too fast, and I haven't noticed any signs for nearly four years."

"He almost shot me that day, I'm not sure yet?"

"You failed twice and were almost exposed, so you don't consider another plan? Miss Julius, I find that every time you talk about this issue, your usual IQ disappears."

Julius said coldly: "As early as last year, when I was in contact with Hiran Conor, I had secretly completed the test commission. Among all the testees who have the blood of the Turangalian Dynasty, her spirituality is the same is the highest."

Cecil was silent for a while and then said: "Ms. Silvia pointed out that this is not the main factor, as long as the spiritual fit exceeds a certain threshold. Besides, the content of our commission is not responsible for the final effect, I don't understand you Why bother with this detail over and over again."

"Just take care of what you are responsible for." Julius just replied like this.

"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 also good." Julius deliberately showed a playful smile.

"It's really novel that you take me for fun." Cecil was amused by her absurd joke, "It's you, the beautiful, proud and excellent chief lady, next year you will be a senior, and our group of guys will be graduating, I didn't expect you to be confident for three years, but now you are afraid that a prospective freshman 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 snarled at Cecil, which attracted everyone's attention off the stage.

Her chest kept rising and falling, and she calmed down a little and said in a low voice: "We can deal with it as we want, you are not qualified to ask. Cecil, I still say the same thing, take care of the part you are responsible for, your current progress Seriously lagging behind, but the variables are getting bigger and bigger, and sometimes I suspect that I have chosen the wrong partner. You'd better stop making sarcastic remarks and make sure you have passed the retest before you talk."

Cecil didn't seem to mind her sudden outburst, and his tone was still gentle: "Don't worry, Miss Chief, no matter how long the hand that guides the school is, it can't interfere with the rules of the game at Saint Lenia University, let alone the music of Uflander. Jie Fanning is temporarily leading in the Extraordinary field, so you should be vigilant, but you will know later that if the symphony I conceived is successfully premiered, it will have a terrifying effect on improving the spirit."

He walked to the piano without looking back: "Continue to rehearse, everyone."

……

On a sunny day in winter, the twilight will not come so early, and the sun is still hanging above the horizon. Fanning, sitting in the driving car, watches the red clouds at the end of the view outside the window gradually become fragmented and narrow.

The car headed north through the Pushore district to the mansion of the Marquess McAdam in the small town of Hayward.

The human nose has been liberated from the industrial waste gas for a long time, the breath is cold and cool field breath, the gray-blue misty sky gradually fades its gloomy and stagnant side, and becomes like a clear and uniform turquoise emerald.

"Caroun, what if I forget the score later on stage at night?" Joan's voice in the back seat of the car was soft and childish, accompanied by the sound of page turning.

"Joan, you've already asked him five times." Sheeran's voice sounded a little helpless.

Fan Ning finally turned his head and took a look at the two little girls. Their dresses for the music salon were not fancy, but they were pure, elegant and youthful.

"It doesn't matter, they haven't heard it before, turn down the volume. If you forget the double tone, just turn up the tone; if you forget the melody part, you can try to follow the third or sixth degree relationship of other melody parts. Go ahead, I have written many passages like this; if it is some accompaniment passages, you can try to draw some suitable rhythm patterns between the fifth and first grades of the current key, or you can simply play in a certain Stop after the strong beat of the bar, and find a place to go in after thinking about it..."

Fanning tried to give some practical advice.

Joan asked again: "Then what if I forget too thoroughly?"

".How about you switch places with Lou from the viola next time?"

The car passed the white and tidy stone brick road in the wilderness, and stopped in front of the silver carved iron gate. Fanning looked over the white wall and the fence, and saw the round and towering brown-red roof, the high foyer and the The green lawn, and Miss Roy next to the girl fountain holding a bottle.

Standing on a pile of fallen leaves near the fountain, she was wearing a cream-colored moiré silk dress, a headband of cornflower buds and a chest pin in a uniform blue tone, and the ruffled neckline showed slight snow marks. He rolled down the window of the car, looked over with a smile, and waved his hands playfully.

(End of this chapter)