musicians of old

After the teacher came in, the big lecture hall finally fell silent.

Fan Ning looked at another substitute professor who was writing furiously on the podium, and after listening for about twenty minutes, he suddenly let out a long sigh.

This "History of Music Aesthetics Development" was originally an elective course for Mr. Anton.

Although there is no difference in the level of teaching between the two.
But the comfortable mood after getting a huge sum of money gradually disappeared without a trace.

He smiled wryly, and then took out several weekly newspapers issued today from his briefcase to read.

I subscribe to mainstream newspapers in the art field, but today's headlines are dominated by major news from the imperial capital:

"The first subway in the imperial capital Santa Ramborg has been officially put into operation today."

Authorities believe that it can fundamentally "relieve the overwhelmed traffic congestion in the imperial capital", but many experts and scholars have expressed serious concerns about the possible risks of landslides, fires, and suffocation.

The media brought up the "Kerubini" major railway accident three years ago, saying that the authorities should give priority to reducing the high accident rate in the empire's railway transportation industry, rather than trying to "find another way" to repair some subways.

In addition to the headlines of the subway, the three mainstream cultural media in the empire all reported the funeral of Professor Anton Konar in detail or briefly, and evaluated his entire artistic career from the perspective of composer identity:

"Tioline Cultural Weekly" called him "a composer with social influence", and only used a small page to objectively report on the funeral of Professor Cornell.

"Uflandsell Art Review" called him a "contemporary composer", but pointedly pointed out that from the perspective of his middle and late works, his indulging in the study of ancient music was a stupid choice, "destroying himself in the early stage. honors received during his artistic career".

"Hoffmann Gramophone" called him "a famous contemporary composer", and believed that his middle and late works "the material is old, but the core is innovative".In particular, the newspaper pointed out that Corner's Eighth and Ninth Symphonies broke through the limitations of harmony, orchestration and musical structure of this era, and are a "spear thrown into the future", but their true artistic value "has to wait for future generations." Conclusion".

""Hoffman Gramophone" is barely the most responsible evaluation." Fan Ning folded the newspaper calmly, "However, the knowledge level of music critics in these media still needs to be improved."

"Even if Mr. Anton's Eighth and Ninth Symphonies were put in the previous life, they would definitely be the pinnacle of romantic music, and a masterpiece in the history of art."

Fanning lay prone on the table and continued to write the second half of the string quartet's two movements.

The morning passed quickly, and at noon I asked Calvin to bring lunch for me, so I wrote this directly until five o'clock in the afternoon.

He made five copies at the Printing Service of Purshor Press downstairs.

Four movements, 40 sides and 20 pages, a total of 100 copies were copied.

Although this printing workshop offers a discounted price of 1.5 pence per sheet for school students, Fanning also spent more than 12 shillings at once.

"This will be the norm in the future. I think it's better to spend more time on the printing presses of the Guidance School."

Rao Fanning just received a huge sum of 500 pounds, and he feels a little distressed about this expense.

Half an hour back and forth, Fan Ning picked up Sheeran after school, and the two went to the No. 4 small chamber music hall.

While still in the stairwell, the two heard a faint quarrel coming from that direction.

"It seems like Joan's voice is in it?" Fanning quickly walked up the steps, carrying Sheeran's brown violin case.

The two saw Joan, who was wearing a tea-colored dress, a small green shawl, a satchel in one hand, and a white violin case in the other, arguing with a group of people opposite.

"Are you still speaking unreasonably?..."

Joan's tone was quite angry, but her still lively and soft voice made her look very cute even in the quarrel.

But Fan Ning felt that the scene that was more pitiful was that the six people on the opposite side seemed to be taller than her...

"Joan, what's going on?" Sheeran asked with a frown.

"Caroun, why are the people in your courtyard so unreasonable." Joan turned her head around with an aggrieved look on her face.

After listening for a few minutes, Fanning finally figured out the ins and outs.

According to what I learned from her yesterday, Hall 4 was reserved for the whole day by the School of Literature and History, but the rehearsal has just ended, and a large number of people have left.

So the people from the Academy of Literature and History handed over the key to Joan, and asked her to use it for the night show.

Unexpectedly, this group of people also wanted to rehearse a wind ensemble work. They thought that since the rehearsal reserved by the School of Literature and History had ended, the venue should be given priority to people from their own music school.

It is true that the end of the year is approaching, the school has a lot of performances of all kinds, and the usually abundant venue resources are also in short supply at this time.

The two sides quarreled.

Fan Ning thought for a while, and felt that Joan was more reasonable about this matter, but she couldn't figure it out if she insisted on putting it on the line.

He's also not the type to particularly like to argue with others.

Glancing at Joan and Xilan, he was about to say, "Why don't we go to a bigger piano room", when a boy wearing a light-colored vest, gray tie, and holding a French horn stepped forward and said:
"So it's been going on for a long time. It's Carlon, are you planning to lead the team to play tickets here?" His tone was quite teasing, "If you want to show off in front of these freshman girls, why don't you just find a piano room?"

Most of the performance majors in the first group and the second group still look down on music majors, and this horn player is obviously one of the majority.

Although Fanning's previous "Fantasy Impromptu" attracted some popularity, it brought jealousy and disdain to some people: what's so great about writing a ditty by chance?
A few people next to him also laughed:
"That's right, Carlone, can't the piano room be more private?"

"Hahaha, it's a waste for you to use this chamber music hall."

"Two junior girls, why don't you join us in the rehearsal and show you what professional performance is. Those guys in their music studies are just fooling people."

Hey. The ignorant sometimes it's really hard to communicate.

Fanning finally lost his temper once in a while.

The horn player saw the pale golden light in Fan Ning's eyes, and the foreground suddenly twisted like water waves, and an inexplicable dizziness and burning sensation flowed in the blood vessels of his brain.

The impact on the astral body caused him to stagger. The surrounding people who were also looking into Fanning's eyes were also affected to a lesser extent, although they were not directly looked at by Fanning.

Several people showed terrified and dazed expressions.

"What are you doing here?" A steady but thick male voice suddenly came from behind.

The streamer in Fan Ning's eyes was fleeting, and the strangeness of the few people disappeared without a trace, as if they had a short-term hallucination.

"Group, group leader, this group of people will occupy the rehearsal position of our group."

"That's right, our second group is working overtime to rehearse a piece for the New Year's concert."

After seeing clearly that the person opposite was Lou Adair, they seemed to see a savior.

"Where are you going to rehearse, leader? Aren't you the timpani player this time?"

Another girl in a yellow skirt holding an oboe noticed that Lu, who was wearing a black formal suit, was carrying a piano case, so she greeted her in a flattering and soft tone.

"Idiot! Didn't you see that we are together?" Lu finally couldn't hold back his anger.