musicians of old

Chapter 731 Poglerich

Of course, Fanning is the main focus today, but not the only one.

For example, after becoming famous for this battle, Marais, the general director who was indeed promoted to the "Crescent Moon" artist, and several talented principal voices and opera singers.

The bearded painter's suit had half its sleeves torn off, and his leg, which was broken when the cruise ship was attacked, was almost broken again in the chaos. When his bodyguards tried to carry him back to the lounge for the third time, Fanning's path briefly crossed with his and then separated.

"Make way, make way, thank you!"

"There will be another interview opportunity tonight. Please give the director a break!"

"Excuse me, gentlemen painters, please try to enter one by one, otherwise they will take the opportunity to destroy the room of your Marley friends!"

The door closed with a heavy "bang", and Marley's figure was finally "pushed" inside by the bodyguards.

"Yes. Yes. I was in the same Impressionist group with Marey a few years ago." The next one was the painter whose face was pressed against the door, Pisarro Cummier. While politely responding to the questions from everyone, he tried to straighten his blocked hands and legs. "What do you think of the ending? Yes, yes. Just like everyone who feels the same way as I do, this overall end towards morality scared me, because here, the victory of will, the stifling of desire, and the extremely thorough spiritual liberation proved to be the only, true and final liberation from the shackles of mundane creatures. Uh, can you let me turn this door with my hand? It's stuck on your butt. Hey, my tie, my tie"

Fanning walked past the besieged painters and across the cast and crew dressing rooms that had also become battlefields.

The air smells especially sweet of champagne and perfume.

The baritone who played Kuvenal went to the bathroom and found that his golden wig had been divided into at least twenty strands by the audience.

In another room diagonally opposite, several costume assistants were kneeling on the ground mending Tristan's knight's robe for the first and second acts. Every piece of fabric was stained with lipstick marks of different colors. The ladies claimed that this was a "holy touch."

"It's a morbid idealism! It makes people upset, but we have to admit that we are fascinated by it!" This voice came from the romantic opera master Dominic who was interviewed in another door. "Here, death is not only the solution to the conflict between various lives and wills, but also the ultimate expression of love. Carolyn Van Nin revived the ancient tradition of Hoffman's nation dancing with death!"

"Yes, yes, it was written standing on the top of the Romantic mountain, but I think it belongs to the modern era!" Klimt, a member of the Secessionist movement, was sitting on a leather sofa in the public area outside, expressing his views to the audience, "It will eventually become the first cornerstone of modernity! From now on, music is no longer an imitation of the imagination of the other side, but a real way to awaken spiritual consciousness."

Without stopping, Fanning gently moved sideways, avoiding a stumbling, drunken poet from the Western Continent who was also a "New Moon" poet.

"Ha! The fin de siècle! Steam industry! The most unsympathetic and cowardly product of our civilized society! Using prosperity to cover up mediocrity and indifference! The most willful, cruel and filthy enemy of art! Tristan! Beware of your enemies!!"

The poet's incoherent drunken words were gradually drowned out by the noisy crowd behind Fanning.

In front of the gilded door of the ballroom, which was decorated with reliefs of camellias and canaries, Fanning picked up a glass of red wine from the blonde's tray.

The door was opened by the attendants on both sides.

He smiled and stepped in, becoming the next part to be drowned by the crowd and the noise.

The number of team members required behind an opera performance may be far beyond the imagination of music fans. Even people in the music industry may not be able to accurately imagine it if they do not have specialized experience in directing an opera themselves.

However, with the huge support of Turner Cinemas behind them, the management of Bayreuth Theater would definitely not treat these personnel badly in terms of logistics support - the celebration banquet was huge and the atmosphere was fanatical. This small town located in the north of the holy city has probably never gathered so many supplies and manpower in its history.

Viadrin drank a lot of wine today, the most he had drunk in recent years.

As the only famous music teacher of Fanning still alive, he felt extremely proud and relieved. Even when he was clinking glasses and chatting with the Marquis and Marquis McAdam, he could still smile calmly.

At a certain moment, he raised his glass towards an empty seat with a wine glass on it. The face of an old friend with an old-fashioned and dull appearance flashed through his mind, and a faint feeling of melancholy finally came over him.

But before he could drink the wine, a subordinate who was a member of the Guidance School came running over in a hurry, and his expression seemed a little strange.

Viadrin lowered his ear and listened, when suddenly the slender stem of the wine glass in his hand was squeezed by his fingers into a cloudy state like frosted glass.

"What!? You mean the school headquarters now?"

Elsewhere, Roy, who was wearing an orange evening dress, and Sheeran, who was wearing a white evening dress, cornered Fanning. "Ting——"

The wine splashed onto Fanning's fingers.

After drinking more than ten times, Roy's cheeks, neck and collarbone were covered with a faint rosy color, and his expression at the moment was full of joy or relief.

"Fan Ning, ah Fan Ning, Master Fan Ning, Conductor Fan Ning, you know, I was almost dying of anxiety before, hahahaha, I didn't expect that you were actually planning such a big work!"

"Uh, that's weird. How about you call me Carloen as well?" Fanning, who had been silent when walking outside before, did not remain silent or refuse here. He smiled, shook his head, and drank the red wine.

"Fan Ning, Fan Ning, classmate Fan Ning, senior Fan Ning, do you know that now in at least half of the mainstream magazines, your predicted ranking has already surpassed Lavoisier! First, first! So this lady is very pleased today, and I will reward you by having you drink a little more with me." There was another crisp sound of clinking glasses.

"Thank you for your kindness." Fan Ning coughed because of being choked.

"Hey, bottom out!"

".Senior, can you slow down a bit? I think he's almost dying!"

Hiran, who was also holding a wine glass, hesitated and did not touch it. Of course, her weak advice was also ignored.

"I am just a little dissatisfied." Roy picked up a cup from the waiter's tray and bumped into him. "Can you always explain your plan completely and neatly? Now the 'Seven Days Celebration' hasn't even started, and you've already performed such a big work as 'Tristan and Isolde'. I think you might as well perform the 'Fifth Symphony' first and switch places! I know you finished the manuscript a few days ago! Why didn't you save this musical for the end of the Harvest Arts Festival!"

"Hey, I think the current order is not bad." Sheeran expressed doubt, "Tristan and Isolde is too tragic. Look at the final ending. It still needs a triumphant ending from depression to light like the Fifth Symphony, which is more appropriate!"

"Junior, you don't understand, you don't understand." Roy smiled, "Tragedies also have different types. In this worse world, an ending like 'Death of Love' is obviously a 'happy ending', okay? You don't understand."

She even spoke Turangalia.

"You understand, you understand best." Fan Ning laughed.

"Tell me you were paying attention when you wrote it."

“Can I be careless and inattentive when creating?”

"Xilan, ask him again."

"Eh? Okay." Sheeran lowered his eyelashes in confusion and then raised them again. "Carolan, tell me you were concentrating and serious when you wrote it."

"Focus! Seriously!" Fan Ning smiled and nodded and shook his head, "Wait a minute, I'm going to take a breath first, 10 minutes."

He pushed open a side door in the banquet hall that led to the open-air coffee table.

The fresh air instantly dispelled the sweet and wine aromas.

I took two steps out and left the area sheltered by the eaves. The moonlight from the night sky was like a basin of cold water poured on my shoulders.

It shouldn't be this cold on normal days, but at this moment it's like a large area of ​​steel needles with sharp chill.

Fan Ning's eyes also turned cold.

There was a man standing on the edge of the platform.

He had short upright hair and a face with typical northern Theolaine features. A corner of his denim nostalgic double-breasted suit was lifted by the night wind, and then hung still for a moment, like a classical relief carved out by a knife.

"Master Fanning, does it feel good to be close to the top?" Poglelich asked calmly.