musicians of old

Chapter 612 Master Fanning

"Maestro!?"

Roy, who was in the midst of cheers, was stunned.

She already had a vague idea of ​​what such a large-scale response and such universal and overwhelming evaluation meant!

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

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 was not in vain,

  Your survival and suffering are not in vain!

This is by no means a simple audio-visual enjoyment, and its meaning is by no means simply "pursuing elegance".

Such works and such interpretations, the significance of listening to them in their entirety, are closer to the discovery of power, the closure of truth, and even the fulfillment of moral responsibility, which is enough to arouse the joy of the human community and make the whole world tremble!

"Master Fanning!" "Master Fanning!"

Sheeran, who was sitting on the first violin position, had just stood up and was about to follow the figure on the podium in saluting when he suddenly felt as if burning arrows were being shot from the audience and even from those affected in all directions - "spinning arrows of fire" guided by the conductor's tremendous spiritual transformation - piercing his body one after another!

This young man standing on the podium was his father's student, his senior, his companion, sometimes his boss at work, and a guide to the mysterious world. He has really become different. Perhaps he was unusual before, but this time, it was a change that completely transformed him, transcended spirituality, and even approached the level of divinity!

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

An ancient and magnificent palace, the carpet is accumulated with thick dust and hair of history, the corridor is like a wandering deep tunnel, and classical portrait paintings are hung at wide intervals and extend infinitely to the front.

There are many familiar historical figures among the poets, painters, sculptors, dancers, pianists, and composers, as well as other fields: theology, science, industry, politics, and literature other than poetry.

But the frames of the latter people are either rotten or decayed, or twisted and falling off, or covered with soap-bubble-like colors - it seems that the "style" based on the logic of "language thinking" has become invalid, and only art that is completely independent of language and poems that are regarded as "rebellion against language" are left, which can also be considered art. They can hang here almost forever.

It was pushed in very quickly, a shuttle tour.

Then, at the end of the display of frames, they saw a newly hung portrait, alongside the others, of Carloen van Nin.

Light poured in from windows all over the corridor.

The intensity of the lighting 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, bursting out with all kinds of different brilliance, one by one rising into the depths of the sky!

"A celestial body?"

Fanning, who had just finished her first round of curtain calls and was standing in the dim aisle beside the stage to tidy up her appearance, was experiencing all kinds of extraordinary and mysterious spiritual experiences.

This change is really drastic.

Far surpassing the changes brought about by passing through the "Gate of Rotating Fire" and advancing to the third level of Profound Enlightenment.

The hanging ascension is like the gallery of an ancient palace, and also like the stars that are hard to reach from afar.

Oh, for others it’s just “out of reach”.

  For Fanning himself, he actually had a vague sense of looking down, as if he had a perspective rising up, and a shot was cut away, and he was hanging in the depths of the starry sky, overlooking the world!

new moon!

  He is on the same level as the musicians of the past life such as Haydn, Mozart, Chopin, Schumann, Mendelssohn, and the present life such as Tarakani, Nyman, Schillings, and Thorne. Perhaps, in specific terms, there is still a difference in level, but his status is already in the same echelon and the same level!!

Right, that is it.

Looking around the audience, their eyes were locked. The only ones who did not give Fanning a vague sense of "separation of shots" were the masters who were present, including pianist Lee Viadlin!

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

"I now even have a suspicion, 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 the 'new moon' in essence!?" "But there is still a question. In terms of quantity, the outer 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?"

“Could it be that there are other things similar to the ‘crescent moon’ hanging in the deep space?”

Contemplating these dauntingly universal and real categories, Fanning clearly senses the difference between who he is today and who he was before as simply a “great artist.”

The old me would never have thought about these things, not even in dreams.

A great painter or poet is simply one who possesses great "spirituality".

  Spirituality?

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

As for finding the remnants of the Fruit of Pleroma in the Glowing Garden, the dividing line between the upper and lower triple gates, it is only very difficult for other members of the Triple Awakening.

  For a master who has risen to a certain level, it would be a very simple matter if he just randomly looked for one without considering the compatibility of true knowledge and the ritual of taking it!

Fanning walked out of the stage to take another bow, and suddenly felt a sense of blandness as she listened to the overwhelming cheers of the fans.

  The third and fourth time

Flowers and gifts came in droves

Amid repeated calls for an "encore", the band returned with two songs with sonorous rhythms and lovely melodies.

Finally, we exited to the backstage, where celebrities in suits and ties surrounded us, beautiful girls wearing perfume chattered with admiration, and humble artists tried to catch the chance to get guidance and support, while dense flashes bombarded us one after another.

Fanning responded to each one politely, gracefully, and with restraint.

He thought of many of his past selves.

  From a self-analysis perspective, every time I was able to dance with sleeves and laugh happily in the world of fame and fortune, receive flowers and applause, and my career kept rising. Although I always maintained the image of a noble artist, deep down I still felt enjoyment in it?

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

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

I'm afraid there can only be creative breakthroughs, theoretical subversions, or a cognitive sublimation of nearly worldwide audiences, and so on.

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

There are even more who have renounced the world.

  What if, during your lifetime, you try to look up to the Torchbearer who has gone one step further?

Beethoven, Brahms, or once Bach

After becoming a master, Fanning quickly thought of the deep chasm. He felt cold and dizzy deep in his heart. The magnificent command lounge, the crowded corridors, the ubiquitous atmosphere of reverence and enthusiasm, and the foreseeable overwhelming reports that would follow were suddenly diluted into insignificant daily events.

Not worth mentioning, not worth remembering.

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

Sparse gas lamps, splashing gray and black water, and rain marks left by the wheels.

".Suddenly I feel troubled again."

Sheeran curled up in the passenger seat.

"what happened?"

Fanning pushed the wipers, still looking straight ahead.

The little girl made a very troubled expression: "At the graduation ceremony, you were appointed as the honorary associate professor of St. Lenya's Conservatory of Music, and I was annoyed. As a well-educated and polite Miss Sheeran, 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, a mature, sophisticated, married with children, and elegant scholar, appears in my mind."

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

(End of this chapter)