Old-time musicians

"I don't really understand, I just posted it casually."

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The City Concert Hall is luxuriously decorated. In the scented guest lounge, Lou Adair was sinking into the soft sofa and explaining to his father casually.

This is a large three-room suite, including a reception room, a dining room, and a piano room. Each room is equipped with a bathroom, and a 50-meter walk from the door leads directly to the side passage closest to the performance hall stage.

The general manager of the Theolian Railway Company, the emerging industrial aristocrat Count Simon Adair, occasionally took time out of the busy affairs of the trial operation period of the Santaramborg subway to listen to some light operas performed by his favorite singers.

"Carloen van Nin, 4880 votes, ranked fourth..." Count Adair looked at the list of songs Lu handed over, "My dear son, why don't you bid directly for the dedication and manuscript of the first place? Could it be that your interest has changed from collecting famous artists to bottom-fishing investment?"

Lu was about to explain, but the Count's eyes swept across the list of performers of this string quartet, which clearly read, viola: Lou Adair, so he showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Is this the salon premiere you mentioned to me last time?"

"Yes."

"Then why is he ranked fourth?"

"Huh?" Lu looked a little surprised.

"Is this piece nice? Can you hum the opening melody for me?"

"...Father, this is not a street song or an operetta excerpt..." Lu tried to explain in an easy-to-understand way, "Its artistic value lies in its perfect structure and form, its highly logical motive development method, and its charming harmony effect... Of course, its melody is also one of its core values. It is a masterpiece by a master and is extremely beautiful, but I can't hum it to achieve the desired effect, because it is constructed by the composer with a perfect counterpoint method, which is a polyphony composed of several different melodies..."

"I understand, and I'll vote for it first now." The Earl waved his hand, "You've participated in the premiere, why didn't you organize them to vote before..." As he spoke, he caught new details on the repertoire, "What the hell? This piece has already been dedicated to the Marquis of McAdam? The cello player is Miss Roy from their family..."

He looked up and asked Lu: "Why didn't you get the dedication? Strange, why didn't the McAdam family take any action?"

"It was the young composer Mr. Fanning who told us to give fans some time to think independently. He predicted that most fans would save the voting opportunity until the end, and the growth in the last week might exceed all the previous ones... Well, the dedication at that time was also the result of everyone's discussion. Considering the cooperative relationship between the two families and the courtesy of a lady, I gave the main beneficiary of this time to Miss Roy."

Lu finally added: "Mr. Fanning is a member of the Guidance School and is in the same grade as me in school."

Earl Adair smiled happily: "You did a good job. Come with me to the new work exhibition hall first."

The two walked to the front of Fanning's booth, followed by four attendants.

"Raise the price."

"My Lord, the note above was left by Master Lu Adair." The attendant hurriedly reminded him.

"Will anyone raise the price after that?"

"Ah?...My Lord, although the current bid for the manuscript is quite high, it has not reached the deadline, so it is theoretically possible at any time."

The attendant thought that the Lord was a little distracted or didn't understand something, so he explained it in more detail.

For something like this, how can you fold it yourself?

"Do you think doubling it is enough?" Earl Adair asked his son.

"It should be... enough?" Lu used an 80% certain tone, "You can rest assured and do your work later. If it is not enough, I will raise it myself. If there is any special situation, I will call you."

"Then triple it for now." The Lord of the Earl waved his hand, "Please put it on, and write Lu's name."

The air was a little quiet for a while, and these well-mannered attendants did not exclaim, but after a few seconds, they nodded and agreed.

They had a hunch that this booth would not be available until tomorrow, and it might explode.

As expected, Lord Pedro came again an hour after the two left.

When he saw that there were already a dozen people gathered in the familiar direction in the distance, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.

What the hell? It's obviously the concert time now, why are you not going to listen, gathering here?

There is a bid higher than 600 pounds? …

In fact, this has exceeded his expectations. His usual investment habits will never accept this risk, no matter how high the return is. But due to the special nature of this work, he made some psychological adjustments on the way here.

"I can offer 750 pounds, there should be some profit, don't worry, pretend to be a passerby and watch, and the deadline will be posted at the end."

Lord Pedro said sorry and excuse me repeatedly, and gently pushed away the shoulders of several people.

Then he saw the number 1800 on the note, and he was so scared that he almost fainted.

…

As time went by, after the publication of 1, the three songs continued to be played by performers in various places. Fanning's inspiration, which had already approached the third-order limit, was being further slowly and steadily consolidated.

In recent nights, he used the Brilliant Spirit Fluid to activate the "Unfallen Fire" migration signpost, and cruised in the world will as bright as day. The colors of the wasteland were different from the light of the first acquaintance, but also fascinating. He listened to the teachings of the Lord of Witness on "Candle". Their words cast shadows on the suspended bricks and stones, and the colors were as exciting and bright as newly dyed.

Sometimes he would try to visit the surrounding mountains cautiously, looking at the amber fields under the stars and clouds. From time to time, a certain light would penetrate his skin, piercing his thoughts and inspirations, like glass shattered into shining crystals. When he woke up, the notes in his mind would be stained with the danger and power of flames.

On January 23, the special concert ended, and the voting entered the final stage.

"Good night, Mr. Fanning."

Dream of the night, the Church of Enlightenment, everyone fell asleep after daily practice.

Fanning took Sheeran to wander in the astral world for hundreds of extra breaths, watching her figure fade from the clouds, tear open the curtain of the sky again, and fall into the misty church.

There were some changes in the state of the spirit.

He first stood in front of the marble door, looking at the four-fold "Endless Fugue" symbol, and the golden light of the spiral groove had filled one-third of the second inner ring.

Then he followed the steps behind the altar and climbed onto the organ performance platform in the air. In his previous dreams, he had never thought of climbing here.

He had never mastered the performance skills of this behemoth, but suddenly felt something in his heart, and played Bach's "Prelude and Fugue in C Minor" (BWV847) from the first volume of the Well-Tempered Clavier on the hand keyboard. The sacred humming sound resounded in the church, the speed of each part of the prelude changed alternately, and the three-part fugue formed an exquisite movement with retro sadness and desolation.

The left hand held the octave, and the right hand fingers pressed the last bright and quiet C major 4-6 chord. Fanning kept doing this for a little longer, and his fingers stayed, supporting himself to stand up.

After he put his hands away, he picked up the ebony-like baton on the stage. Suddenly, a strange confidence surged in his heart. He closed his eyes and smiled, and his spirit fell out.

It was another early morning, and the blanket was dripping with sunlight, warm and soft.

Fanning, lying in the quilt, raised his right arm.

The lines on the baton in his hand flowed with golden light.

The middle-level hidden knowledge of "candle" in his mind was added at this moment, which was the name of the baton.

It was called "Old Days".