The Best Actor in the Vase of Meiyu

Chapter 212 I can’t help myself
At the end of the 18th century, the French Revolution and its intense influence in various European countries led to a huge change in people's requirements for entertainment dance styles. The once popular minuet and gavotte were eliminated because of their rigid and restrained styles. Out, the relaxed and natural waltz became popular.

Of course, the waltz encountered serious opposition. Groups with different purposes and interests criticized the new thing. The church believed that the waltz was immoral and uncivilized because men and women embraced and rotated too fast, and denounced it as a heresy; it turned out that it relied on teaching small steps. Those teachers who make a living by dancing and other court dances even regard the waltz as a thorn in their side.

However, the historical process is still irreversible. The waltz is easy to learn and the free market does not require a teacher at all. It can often be learned by just watching for a while. The dance spread quickly among civilians.

Therefore, for a long time, the waltz was accused of being a vulgar, evil, and ugly dance, just like the beginning of the birth of rock, rap, and other music.

That’s why Scarlett said this sentence——

She also understood this history, so she was able to complete the conversation with Anson.

Anson understood it immediately and protracted the ending meaningfully, "Well... me too, who can refuse a waltz?"

A smile crept up the corner of his mouth.

Then--

"found it!"

Anson's work in his hands did not slow down. He held up a yellowed parchment scroll and looked at Scarlett with bright eyes.

"How about it, do you want to try it? Although it is not as pleasant and moving as the waltz, Mr. Tchaikovsky also has his charm."

Scarlett chuckled.

Anson stood up with the scroll and sat down in front of the piano in the room——

It is not a luxurious and shiny piano in the impression. Instead, it is full of traces of history. Even if it is properly maintained, you can still see the spots left by wind and frost.

Anson looked at it carefully and expressed surprise, "This is an automatic piano!"

In the 1980s, with the rapid development and maturity of electronic technology, it became possible to use integrated circuits and CPUs to control automatic piano playing devices.

Of course, real professionals disdain such untechnical things; but for amateurs, it is very new.

This also explains the score in Jeff's room -

The producer probably doesn't know how to play the piano, but the player piano is different.

Anson turned his head and looked over, and then saw Scarlett squatting down next to the mess, flipping through the books he had just found. Hearing the sound, Scarlett raised her head and looked over, and Anson raised his eyebrows. "I haven't tried a player piano yet. Anyone can play it."

Scarlett, "Is it okay without any foundation?"

Anson spread his hands and said, "You can do it without any foundation."

Anson had heard about the principle of the automatic piano before, but this was the first time he saw a real automatic piano. After studying it with curiosity for a while, he figured out the way.

Aha!

There was an exclamation, and then you could hear the key sounds of the automatic piano with a bit of electronic sonorous power, with a mechanical flavor——

Bang bang bang bang, bang bang bang bang.

Professionals can detect the coldness and stiffness in the performance as soon as they hear it, but aside from this, Anson just feels magical and fresh.

The voice became cheerful, "Here, right here, this should be the crazy part!"

Tchaikovsky's "Pathétique Symphony" is a masterpiece, which aims to describe the horror, despair, failure, destruction, etc. of life. It is full of pessimism and denies all affirmations and the optimism and positivity of enjoying life.

In his melody, Tchaikovsky deliberately described the scene of people busy and running for life, but he revealed an eternal truth:
Death is absolute and inevitable, and all the joys of life are fleeting. The emotions displayed by Tchaikovsky actually reflect the general state of repression in the late Tsarist Russia.

What is even sadder is that Tchaikovsky died of cholera only six days after completing the "Pathétique Symphony".

As a result, this piece of music has long become his swan elegy.

However, the exception is the third movement, which is a scherzo, a lively Allegro, reflecting the scene of people running around and actively living. It is believed that this movement embodies Tchaikovsky's memories and contrasts with the themes of the first two movements.

This is why Anson was just looking for the third movement.

That kind of madness, with a kind of burning and blooming wantonness, presents different temperaments and postures, which is similar to tonight's alcohol and party.

Scarlett raised her head and saw Anson sitting in front of the piano like a god of wine, swaying uninhibitedly and crazily. His neat hair slowly became messy, with a kind of flamboyance and wildness that made people unable to take their eyes away.

By the time Scarlett came back to her senses, she was already standing next to the piano, looking at Anson's hands flying over the black and white keys. Although it was an automatic piano, it could adjust its performance according to the player's condition——

Of course, the adjustment is also mechanical, like a computer.

Anson's unrestrained and unrestrained style made Tchaikovsky's music colorful and fascinating.

Only then did Scarlett realize that she was too close to the piano. The emotions and colors of the melody were pouring down like a torrential rain. Her heart could not help but tremble slightly. She should have kept some distance to enjoy the performance.

But even after realizing this, his steps were still like nails.

Until the song is played.

Scarlett couldn't help but feel excited, "Play it again."

But Anson had already stood up and stretched, "No, you can't play it again. This is a complete movement. You must finish it in one go, feel the flow of the melody on your fingertips, and feel the jump of emotions in the notes. When everything is over When it’s over, it’s over and there’s no turning back.”

Standing next to the coffee table, Anson looked at the fruit basket, grabbed an apple and took a big bite.

Then Anson noticed the tome in Scarlett's hand, tilted his head and looked at it, "Oh, Sophocles."

Scarlett raised the book and glanced at the cover, with a slightly reserved expression, "Oh, I just picked it up casually. In fact, I have no idea at all. Why don't you give me some tips?"

If you don’t know, just say you don’t know. There is no need to pretend to understand and make a joke.

A smile appeared in Anson's eyes, "I don't understand either, I just know a little bit about it. He is an ancient Greek tragedy poet. I think there is a reason why ancient Greek tragedy can be famous throughout the ages, so I want to study it."

"Unfortunately, after just flipping through two pages, my attention was already attracted to these scores."

He joked self-deprecatingly, letting the air lighten.

Scarlett looked at the book in her hand and then at the piano.

In fact, she had nothing to do with the piano, and she didn't even dare to approach it, with a sense of awe, but at this time, she couldn't help but feel curious.

Unable to help herself, Scarlett took steps forward.

As soon as she turned around, Scarlett saw the encouraging look in Anson's eyes, and their eyes met.

　Third update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)