Old-time musicians

Chapter 612 Master Fanning

"Maestro!?"

Roy was stunned in the midst of the cheers.

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Such a large-scale response, such a universal and overwhelming evaluation, what would it mean, she already had a vague answer in her heart!

From the moment the resurrection hymn rose to the end of the world and the band's E flat major chord ended the strong attack, the hearts of the admirers in the distance had been completely opened, and all the ecstasy overflowed, gushing like the sun, flowing freely, more spectacular than any blazing flames!

She couldn't help but stand up, tears in her eyes, and joined the audience who expressed their enthusiasm without hesitation.

——Believe it:

Your birth is not in vain,

Your survival and suffering are not in vain!

This is by no means a simple audio-visual enjoyment, and the meaning is by no means a simple "trend to elegance".

Such a work, such an interpretation, the meaning of listening to its entire process is more like the discovery of power, the closed loop of truth, and even the fulfillment of moral responsibility, which is enough to arouse the joy of the human group and make the whole world tremble!

"Master Fanning!" "Master Fanning!"

Sheeran, who was in the position of the first violinist, had just stood up and was about to follow the figure on the podium to salute. Suddenly, he felt that the audience below the stage, and even the affected people from all directions, seemed to have sent out a series of burning arrows - "spinning fire arrows" guided by the conductor's great spiritual transformation - piercing his body one after another!

This young man standing on the podium, his father's student, his senior, his companion, sometimes his boss at work, and the guide to the mysterious world. He really became different. Maybe he was very unusual before, but this time, it was a kind of reborn, transcending spirituality, and even approaching the level of divinity!

Sheeran, as well as the more musicians and chorus members behind him, felt as if they were pushed into another world by these "spinning fire arrows".

An ancient and magnificent palace, the carpets accumulated the heavy dust and hair of history, the corridors were like wandering deep tunnels, and classical portrait oil paintings were hung at wide intervals and extended infinitely forward.

Poets, painters, sculptors, dancers, pianists, composers, there are many familiar faces of historical figures, in addition, there are other fields: theology, science, industry, politics, and other literature besides poetry.

But the frames of the latter people, some are rotten and rotten, some are twisted and fallen off, and some are covered with soap bubble-like color-it seems that this part of the "grid" with "language thinking" as the logical foundation has failed, leaving only art that can be completely independent of language, and poems that are regarded as "rebellion against language", which are also considered art. They can be hung here almost forever.

The speed of being pushed in is very fast, a shuttle tour.

Then, at the end of the display of frames, they saw a newly hung portrait of Carloen Fanning, which was placed side by side with the previous ones.

Lights poured in from windows in various places in the corridor.

The intensity of the illumination gradually increased until the palace broke and collapsed, revealing the blue-black night sky outside, and the frames of the portraits melted into ovals and then spheres, and burst into various different brilliances, rising one by one into the depths of the sky!

"Celestial bodies?"

Fanning, who had just finished the first round of curtain calls and was standing in the dimness of the side passage of the stage to tidy up his instruments, touched upon various extraordinary and mysterious spiritual experiences.

This change was too drastic.

It was far more than the changes brought about by his passing through the "Gate of Rotating Fire" and ascending to the third level of profound enlightenment.

The gallery hanging and ascending was like an ancient palace, and also like stars that were difficult to see from a distance.

Oh, it was just "difficult to see from a distance" for others.

As for Fanning himself, he actually had a vague sense of looking down, as if he had a perspective that rose up, and a split shot was cut out, just hanging in the depths of the starry sky, overlooking the world!

New Moon!

Along with musicians such as Haydn, Mozart, Chopin, Schumann, and Mendelssohn in his previous life, and also with the likes of Tarakan, Niemann, Schillings, and Thorne in this life, perhaps, in specific terms, there is still a difference in superiority and inferiority, but the status is already in the same echelon and the same level!!

Yes, that's it.

Looking around the stage, the eyes blended, the only thing that Fanning didn't have a vague "split shot" was the masters who attended, including pianist Lee Viadlin!

"In the modern world of the Blue Star in the previous life, there is a relatively more 'scientific' astronomical theory system. Let's call the outside of the Blue Star the 'universe'. But in this old industrial world, where mysticism is proven to be effective, what is the nature of the external starry sky?"

"I even have a suspicion now, based on the conjecture and suspicion of mystical revelation, apart from the earth where we stand, the starry sky above or the deeper space outside, will the stars be essentially 'crescents'!?"

"But there is still a question. In terms of quantity, the external starry sky is vast and boundless, and the number of celestial bodies is too many, far more than the masters I know. How can this be explained?"

"Is there something else hanging in the deep space similar to the 'crescent'?"

Thinking about these daunting universal and real categories, Fanning clearly felt the difference between himself now and the "great artist" before.

I would never think about these things before, even in dreams.

Great painters or poets are just great "spiritualities".

Spirituality?

I am a medium of truth or divinity to some extent. Holding the commentary or invitation, I can open the door and connect the bridge at any time to let divinity flow into the world, or let the world temporarily merge with it!

As for finding the remnants of the Pleroma Fruit in the Radiant Garden, the dividing line between the upper and lower triple gates, it is only difficult for other triple-level masters.

For a master master who has risen to a nearby level, if he just randomly finds one without considering the compatibility of truth and the ritual of taking it, it is a completely simple matter!

Fanning, who walked out of the stage and bowed again, suddenly felt a bland experience listening to the overwhelming roar of the fans.

The third and fourth time

Flowers and gifts came in droves

Amid the calls for "encore", two songs with sonorous rhythms and lovely melodies were played again

Finally, they left the stage and went backstage, surrounded by celebrities in suits and ties, beautiful girls wearing perfume chattered with admiration, and humble artists tried to catch the chance to get advice and support, while dense flashes bombarded them one after another

Fanning responded politely, elegantly and restrainedly.

He thought of many of his past selves.

From a self-analysis point of view, every time he danced with sleeves and laughed in the world of fame and fortune, received flowers and applause, and his career rose steadily, although he always maintained the image of a noble artist, in fact, there was still a component of enjoyment in his heart?

But now it seems that this is not something that can bring a great sense of accomplishment, at least, not as good as the process of composing or conducting itself.

It has become very difficult to give myself great positive feedback.

I am afraid that there are only breakthroughs in creation, theoretical subversion, or the sublimation of cognition by audiences around the world, and so on.

The "New Moon" is already high in the sky, but there are still dozens of "New Moon" artists alive.

What if you try to look up to the "torch bearer" who has gone a step further in your lifetime?

Beethoven, Brahms, or Bach in the past

After becoming a master, Fanning quickly thought of the deep chasm. He felt cold and dizzy in his heart. The magnificent conductor's lounge, the crowded porch corridor, the ubiquitous atmosphere of reverence and enthusiasm, and the foreseeable overwhelming reports in the future were suddenly diluted into a running account of things that are not worth mentioning.

Not worth mentioning, not worth recording.

It was late at night, and a black extended Kent sedan was driving on the quiet and deserted street.

Sparse gas lamps, splashing gray-black water, rain marks on the wheels.

".Suddenly I feel troubled again."

Shilan curled up in the passenger seat.

"What's wrong?"

Fanning pushed the wiper, still looking straight ahead.

The little girl made a very headache expression: "At the graduation ceremony, you were appointed as the honorary associate professor of St. Lenya Conservatory of Music, and I felt annoyed. As Miss Shelan, who has been educated since childhood and knows etiquette, should I insist on the honorific title of 'Professor Fanning'? I should insist on it, but every time before I say it, the image of Professor Fanning, who is mature, sophisticated, married with children, and elegant scholar, appears in my mind."

As she spoke, she looked up at the roof again, "Oh, what I want to say now is that this trouble is no longer important to me. 'Master Fanning' no longer sounds like a problem of a married and elegant scholar. It has reached the level of a respected elder."