Old-time musicians

"This piece has not been premiered yet? I must go to the scene to listen to the full version, no doubt about that."

At this time, Macaulay, the editor-in-chief of "The Noise", followed the broadcast content in his mind, counted the number of days left before the performance, and then counted the number of days for ticket sales.

"29th, 30th, 31st... Tickets will be sold on August 1st... Friday? There are still three days left, so I'll buy four tickets for the whole family then..."

Wake up, comb your hair, brush your teeth, spit bubbles into the sink, scoop up a handful of cold water, rub it back and forth on your face.

Drowsiness disappears, the mind is awake, and the movements are stunned.

Which orchestra's concert?

...Damn it, what did I write in the report last night?

Macaulay ran to the phone box like a fly, first dialed the phone number of his own newspaper company, and when no one answered, he suddenly realized that he had not yet gone to work, and then dialed his assistant's home.

"Mr. Macaulay?..." The young man who answered the phone on the other side sounded extremely sleepy, as if he was woken up in the middle of the night.

"Where is the special report last night?" Macaulay asked anxiously.

"It's out, printed, and distributed. Twenty-six thousand copies have been distributed to several major publishing companies, postal companies, and bookstore distributors, including 23,000 copies in the capital and 3,000 copies in other cities..."

The assistant was asked about his work, and his tone gradually became sober as he reported.

There was a tremor in Macaulay's tone: "It shouldn't have been put on the terminal newsstand at this point, right?"

The young man said: "I told them to ensure that citizens can buy it at the newsstands on each street as soon as they go out in the morning..."

The other party was silent for a while.

He remembered the requirements for creativity and initiative in work that the editor-in-chief had emphasized to him many times.

Then the assistant picked up the phone and heard the sound of footsteps and windows opening: "There are long queues at the newsstands at the two intersections downstairs from my house. The competition among major newspapers seems to be quite fierce...Mr. Editor-in-Chief, I was slow to react. I'm leaving now to print 10,000 more copies."

"Damn it! Why don't you usually move so fast?!" Macaulay suddenly raised his voice.

"...You said you had to get it out overnight, and we were busy until three in the morning." The assistant's voice choked, and then he laughed honestly.

"Bang!-Beep...Beep...Beep..." The phone was hung up.

"Did Mr. Editor-in-Chief have an unhappy family life last night?" The assistant scratched his head in confusion.

...

The car drove steadily on the street, the radio played the morning news bus, and Minister Noel, who was on his way to work, half-lying in the back seat, with his arms straight, holding the documents in his hands high.

This is a collection of cultural newspapers and magazines prepared by his secretary.

"Why do almost all media mention the St. Lenya Symphony Orchestra?" Noel frowned as he flipped through the pages.

He was deeply impressed by the university's bad pricing this year, but he seemed to understand the school's motives for doing so.

As the head of the Empire's Ministry of Culture and Media, he felt that it was necessary to take some measures to curb the unhealthy trend in the art world of hyping up negative images to attract attention.

"I need to prepare some words for the speech at the opening ceremony." Noel thought so.

The radio news broadcast ended, and after a short period of background noise, it entered the morning music appreciation program of Hoffman Record Publishing Company.

The elegant and sad violin melody sounded, and Noel's movements stopped.

"Why did you turn down the volume? Turn it back!" A minute later, he said to the driver dissatisfiedly.

"It's not me, I didn't," the driver looked at a loss.

The next moment, the Hoffman female announcer's voice sounded: "Young composer Carloen van Nin's "Violin Concerto in E Minor" will organize on-site pre-sales in the hall after the performance."

"Violin Concerto in E Minor?" Noel repeated to himself.

He had an impression of the repertoire of each school, and naturally remembered that St. Lenya University had a premiere this year, but he didn't take it seriously at first.

"What's the matter with the pre-sale of records on site? Discounts with guest ticket stubs? Composers and violinists signing together?"

Noel was already scratching his head.

Does the Empire have any encouraging or restrictive regulations for related behaviors? It seems that there is no

Has anyone done this before? It seems that there is no

At this moment, he only felt that this kind of play touched his blind spot of knowledge. In his many years of experience in the cultural management industry, he had never heard of these three operations.

But at least one thing is certain.

The minister is currently in a state of loss, and he has long forgotten about the rectification of the bad atmosphere. He picked up the calendar in the car and began to count the days until the performance.

At the same time, in a large area radiating from Santaran Castle from dense to sparse, all kinds of cultural industry practitioners, media writers, academics, artists and citizen enthusiasts, as long as they had a radio around them and turned it on in the morning, heard the beginning of this music and the subsequent preview.

This naturally includes the people from the media companies yesterday, as well as teachers and students from major music colleges.

"Caroen van Nin's "Violin Concerto in E Minor"? Is this the young composer Ufransell who just wrote the "First Symphony in D Major"? "

"Damn it, why is this radio station so short?"

"My God, what kind of genius-level romantic melody is this, so what is the music after that? What is it? What is it?"

"Damn, who told you to post so quickly last night?"

Many music fans and citizens are considering more realistic issues.

"What are the ticket sales points on August 1st? Write them down quickly. Um, the nearest one is"

"Dad, I want to buy a VIP ticket. I want the signatures of the composer and violinist."

"I can't accept hearing this piece of music only once. I want to take the music home and listen to it whenever I want!"

"With an 18-pound ticket stub, I can enjoy a 20% discount on records? Records are not cheap. Based on the average price of 30 pounds, this saves at least 6 pounds. Hahaha, look at what I found. Only fools would buy tickets for the second-tier area!"

Starting from Tuesday, July 28, the radio station broadcast this recording and preview on the morning music appreciation program of Hoffman Record Publishing Company for three consecutive days.

On the morning of Friday, the day of ticket opening, the older boss of a sales outlet that is relatively far from the center of Santaranburg, wearing pajamas, yawned, and slowly opened the shutter door of the store.

Nearly a hundred people surrounded the originally small store!

Judging from the emotions and subtle movements of the crowd, they seemed to be a little anxious.

The boss trembled with fear. He had been running a store for so many years, and he had never encountered such a scene at more than seven o'clock in the morning!

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