Throne of Magical Arcana

She is relatively introverted and not good at expressing emotions. For the first time, through piano and music, she can express her inner emotions thoroughly and completely, which is stubbornness in life and persistence in ideals and feelings. Never compromise on difficulties and setbacks, never give up, and stubborn resistance to the so-called fate.

Violent emotions drive the music to stir, even in the middle, because of the unskilled piano skills and incomplete string rhythm, etc., there are many problems for Lucian's performance and music, but they are completely covered by emotional resonance music Each note and string is like a fierce battle, a heroic fight, and the five "audiences" who listen to different moods and emotions are equally immersed in this powerful and exciting music atmosphere. It has a different performance.

Felice had the most slender emotions, her hands were almost twisted, her expression was tense and uneasy. After her father failed to inherit the title, because she was ridiculed and despised by her companions and other relatives, she did not hesitate for a long time Give up the future and go to a noble to marry casually, but start the music study with trembling, nervousness and anxiety. The intense notes are like the difficulties and frustrations that I have often encountered and dreamed about in recent years. They were ruthless and stormy.

"Can I overcome these difficulties? Become a true musician?"

"Can I have my status, can I choose a partner instead of being chosen?"

As the string tempo became fierce, Felice became more and more nervous, becoming more and more worried.

Lott and Herodotus, as men, suffered much more pressure in the family than Felice, and they could not inherit the title. They were most likely to escape pressure, squander annuities, indulge in wine and women, and live comfortably. Life without a bit of hope.

The repetitive and horrifying theme string struck again and again, reminding them of the difficulties and frustrations they encountered after choosing a music path, the irony and blows of each sentence, and the contemptuous eyes, as they said. In this life, he can only become a musician, lead an ordinary and ordinary life, or overcome numerous difficulties and obstacles, and climb the peak of that music.

As fierce as the trembling notes struck their hearts, Lot of blood vessels on the surface of Lot's hands stood out, as if in front of McCanz's abominable face, as if his first concert was about to begin.

Herodotus, who was timid and slightly weak, felt that he was beating in the turbulent tide of fate, moving his face back and forth with a tense and twisted face.

Rhein's face often lost his trace with an elegant smile. The silver eyes were no longer calm and peaceful, but surging with the turbulence of the music. He patted his hands with the rhythm of the string and whispered to himself: "This is destiny Are you knocking on the door? Hehe, it hasn't been so intense for a long time. "

The most excited and addictive is Victor. He clasped his hands and looked insane. With every fierce string rhythm, his body trembled, as if thinking of the first concert of his failure, thinking of his comfort and encouragement by his wife. Rejuvenated, begged many people, got countless ridicules and white eyes, and finally got a chance for the second concert and achieved great success;

I thought about my decadent life after the death of my wife. Later, in order to fulfill my wife's wishes, I walked out of the quagmire a little bit, became an outstanding musician, and won the opportunity to hold a concert in the Chanting Hall;

Thinking of burning all the enthusiasm and energy for the concert, but failing in the last step, and nine years of hard work failed to write the work in mind; thinking of Wolf's malicious mocking and revenge, and Othello The baron's solemnity and arrogance ...

一切 All of this turned into notes that were fierce like sharp arrows, a string of shocks that sounded like hammers, attacking and beating Victor's heart, letting him yield and letting him give up.

But the indomitable meaning contained in the string rhythm, the persistence of fighting against difficulties and frustrations, and the stubbornness of not compromising fate, made Victor a strong fighting spirit:

"I can regain my strength after so many failures. Can this failure defeat me?"

"As long as there is hope, you can't give up!"

"Winnie, are you encouraging me?"

The first movement of the Symphony of Destiny was about seven minutes and twenty seconds, full of stormy strings. When Lucien played for more than five minutes, he felt his body was weak and his hands were weak. The unhealed injuries are crippling. They are the sequelae of overstretching physical strength in the heavy rain. They can't help but have played so much anyway. They should be able to hear the good and the bad. They don't have to reluctantly bounce it down, but such a thought immediately It was vetoed by Lucian's emotional resonance with music.

"Since you want to play, you show it completely. How can you stop giving up?"

"I want to encourage Mr. Victor to chase hope. How can I return halfway?"

Lucien was holding the heavy press, the string rhythm was like a person walking on a steel wire, and it might fall at any time. Hearing Victor and Lott and others were more attentive and nervous, and even Felice and Herodotus could bear it. Can't help covering her heart with her right hand.

Fortunately, there is a more relaxed string rhythm. In the end of the first movement, Lucian finally did not have to be so fierce. He could seize the opportunity to recover a little, and then a strong note and violent rhythm broke out again. They repeat. Superimposed, the cycle increases, and then violently stops, causing Felice and others to startle their body, causing a trace of exhaustion in their spirit, which is always the case in fierce battles.

After a brief period of calm, Lucien started playing the second movement, a soothing string rhythm came out, like a stream of sunlight penetrated the storm, dissipated many haze, and the violent winds and short waves paused; the battlefield of fierce fighting On the way, the soldiers returned to their camps in a tide of water, and the fighting entered into a stalemate.

This string rhythm is like a healing agent, which heals all bleeding injuries, and it seems like the warm hands and arms of a loved one, soothes the internal wounds after fighting fate, and restores the looks of Victor, Felice and others. Mania and distortion seem to be the soldiers having rested, starting to accumulate strength for future battles, thinking about methods.

In the gentle, inspiring and encouraging rhythm, Lucian himself was given the opportunity to restore his strength.

Time passed quickly, more than ten minutes passed unconsciously in contrast to the soothing string rhythm and the previous strong and powerful music, and it was a brief calm.

Then Lucien began to play the third and fourth movements in succession, and the strings began to change, becoming depressed and gloomy.

The sun disappeared, the haze reappeared, the sky was dim, and the sea water was calm. It seemed to be brewing a larger wind and waves; and the battlefield was covered with dark clouds again. Dangerous and horrific fighting will begin again. The soldiers took up their weapons and restarted Go to the battlefield.

This string rhythm made Victor and others start to worry subconsciously, and began to wait nervously for the final battle and the biggest storm to come.

The storm finally struck fiercely, lifting the fishing boat high and letting it fall down, full of fate's play and contempt; and on the battlefield, the fight began again, heroically and fearlessly, as if to defeat that invincible fate.

After repeated attempts, the fishing boat has been ragged everywhere and will fall apart at any time, but the storm seems to be coming to an end;

After repeated failures, instead of letting the soldiers give up desperately, he was more full of fighting spirit and pushed the enemy back firmly and steadily.

The third movement enters the last part, and the string rhythm becomes calm again, with a touch of sadness and melancholy, as if the soldiers in battle are hurting their dead companions, thinking about their loved ones, as if the sailors are thinking about themselves The beautiful scenes in life are mourning the friends who have been swallowed by the wind and waves.

最 The darkest hour before dawn comes, with an extremely restless atmosphere, making Lot, Herodotus and others nervous again.

Is it defeat or victory?

Did he defeat the difficulties and frustrations, or was he overwhelmed by difficulties and frustrations and can no longer stand up?

Was he strangling the so-called fate's throat, or gave up hope and let it be arranged?

As Victor, Felice and others became more and more nervous, the brilliant and magnificent strings suddenly sounded and hit their hearts. This is the movement of victory, this is the movement of triumph!

Victor waved his arm violently, full of exhilarating and exciting emotions, because the sun completely shone through the haze and completely dispelled the storm. The fishing boat was finally saved because the enemy was completely defeated and the heroic soldiers won the final victory. Because it broke the darkness, because it defeated the fate that seemed invincible!

Triumph, victory, and carols echoed in the lounge. Felice dropped her right hand holding her heart and waved her fist up and down with the rhythm. Her performance was like Lot and Herodotus, with unstoppable comfort and excitement. It seems that he has gained strength to overcome the difficulties and pressures in life.

Rhein, who is much calmer than them, has a heartfelt and sincere smile on his handsome face, and it seems that he is also happy to overcome his fate.

The exciting chapter of victory is over, Lucian wants to stand up, but collapses without any strength, because all the emotions and energy have been devoted to the performance just now.

Victor, still in shock, looked at Lucian in a confused and frantic expression, as if asking Lucian, as if asking himself: "This is it?"

Rhein, Lot, Felice, and Herodotus all looked at Lucian, waiting for his answer.

"This is destiny." Lucian struggled to stand up, staring at Victor.

Lucian was greeted with loud applause, which first came from Rhein. He smiled and sincerely applauded, then Victor woke up, clapped with relief and excitement, Lotte, Felice, and Herodotus expressions Complex and respectful applause.

Victor came out from behind the desk and walked towards Lucian, clapping and shaking with a voice:

"This is music, real music!"

Lucien saw his mood and state restored ~ www.readwn.com ~ and smiled happily: "Thank you for your compliment, Mr. Victor, I think you must have been inspired by this string rhythm, and I must be able to write enough OK, or you can't compose and modify it, so why not ask the director of Othello and Her Royal Highness Princess Natasha to change the music? I think you will have a very good symphony. "

The meaning of this sentence is understood by everyone, this is the excuse for Lucien to "inspire" Victor in an irresistible way, giving up the due glory, Lot and Philise's face There was exhilarating and excited joy, and Rhein looked at Victor.

Victor froze and became silent. The expression on his face had never been wonderful and complicated. There was joy, comfort, greed, excitement, hesitation, struggle, memories ... It seemed to be intense inside. battle.

"Mr. Victor, I'm not giving it to you. Just put me in the position of second author. I can't improve the music myself. This is what you deserve." Lucian continued to relieve Victor's moral guilt .

In several hopeful eyes, Victor suddenly sighed, his expression returned to calm, with regret and relief, and laughed:

"I won't do this, Lucian, this is your music, this is your great music, and I can already see a great musician remembered in history."

"In addition to the Lord and Winnie, my life supports my own morality. This is my creed and the biggest advantage Winnie likes."

Suddenly, Lucien felt Victor's radiant moral light sting his eyes, and a feeling called moistness appeared in the corners of his eyes.