musicians of old

Chapter 752 "Summer Noon Dream" (Part )

"Shele! Shele!"

As Fanning bowed slightly, he heard the audience's applause mixed with enthusiastic cheers.

The "King of Love Song" he was "playing" at the moment was wearing a light-colored informal casual suit, without a tie or bow tie, and his jacket was completely open.

This is very different from the conductor's usual tuxedo look.

For some reason, it gave Fanning a sense of confirmation and immersion in his memories.

It seemed like a necessary prerequisite for some ceremony.

"Shele!! Shele!! Shele!!"

Cheers were still mixed in with the applause.

This not only seems a bit strange compared to the atmosphere in the past, but also seems a bit strange compared to the atmosphere before this celebration.

The two strange reasons are not quite the same.

The former is because, in the past, when fans shouted names, it was like a storm passing through, but this time, it was just "mixed in".

The latter is because other artists’ celebratory performances did not have any “shouting” at all, but this one at least had “mixture”.

It seems to be within the range of "allowed" or "recommended", right?

The "Practical Service Guide for Enjoying the Celebration" officially issued by the organizing committee proposed ten recommended standardized ways for citizens to "warmly and appropriately" express their love for their favorite artists.

These include applauding, laying flowers, moderate cheering, buying sheet music or records, writing letters through formal channels, etc. The rest are not recommended or even allowed; including drinking in the square, standing to block, making excessive noise, carrying prohibited props, graffiti in public areas, etc.

interesting.

After maintaining the bowing posture for two seconds, Fanning looked up.

His line of sight met the gaze of the long row of spectators below, forming a sharp isosceles triangle.

Investigator, Chief Inspector, Wheelchair User, and Leader.

The look in Poglelich's gray-blue eyes was calm.

Fanning smiled inexplicably and no longer headed towards the square.

He turned his back, faced the musicians, and raised the baton in his hand.

“Woo-woo ...

The first movement is "Poem of Awakening".

Eight French trumpets gleamed golden in the rain, and blew a majestic and mournful prelude to the sky.

The key foundation of the previous climbing path reappears, opening the prelude to the development of the lowest form of matter in the world, that is, the "nothingness" stage of life.

At several ascending points in the funeral music, the bassoon, trombone, tuba, string instruments and percussion instruments all made descending fifth vibrations in unison, imitating the sound of drums beaten by ancient peoples, and then Fanning raised his left hand high up.

"Crack!!!"

The musician hit the cymbals at the highest point, and the music fell back into darkness and silence.

A declaration of the "mysterious motives" of inanimate matter.

The dull and slow unison rise and fall of wind instruments are connected with the gloomy and dark column chords. The French horn makes colorful depictions at extremely low levels, and the low sound of strings comes from all directions.

In the chaotic world that is as dead as ice, unknown and huge things begin to revive.

Next came the ritual, an ancient ritual governed by some mysterious force.

"Humming", "Dawn", "Ascension" -

"Throb", "Desire", "Hammer" -

Violence and pastoral inspiration are crudely juxtaposed, motives circulate in alternation, and both are progressive.

"Summer Noon Dream" scheduled to be performed at the Harvest Art Festival is almost 99% the premiere of a new work. Most of the people who participated in the "Carnival" that year have died, the music score of the work has been lost, the recording of the on-site equipment is distorted, and the complete recording is only in Fanning's own mobile phone.

The current audience is almost listening to it for the first time, and they are still holding their breath!

finally!.

It seemed that it was not until this moment at noon on the seventh day that the celebration reached a new height that had never been reached before, and only then could we shout out the word "Finally!" in our hearts!

Although the quality of the previous performances was "masterful", the feeling brought by this production, especially the feeling of danger and attraction, was completely on another level!!

The timpani continued to play weak triplets. The French horn and trumpet continued to play the theme, with cold and mournful temperaments coexisting in a strange and complex counterpoint, creating a profound confrontation and evolution.

In a flash, it switches to the sleepy sub-theme of the oboe and violin: the wind blows through the leaves, the petals are floating, and the birds are singing weakly.

At the end of “Poem of Awakening”, a torrential ascending scale is “pulled out” from Fanning’s right hand.

With even stronger force, his left hand instructed the harp part to scrape out an airtight counterpoint texture:

"Keng!!"

It ends cleanly and neatly, with the F sound spanning 6 octaves resounding through the square.

After a short break, the beat swung in an arc and the quiet plucking sound of string instruments rang out.

The second movement is "The flowers on the grassland tell me".

The swaying and melodious theme is contrasted in major and minor keys. The flowers sway in the summer breeze, and then without any warning, they turn into a sad and withering scene.

The woodwind section gradually squeezes into the background sound stream with uneasy triplets, quintuplets and even sextuplets. A violent storm sweeps across the wilderness, and low-level creatures pray and cry.

Movement 3, “The animals in the forest told me”.

In the light sound of plucking, birds chirp gracefully, and the clarinet plays a mysterious and exotic fixed pattern, which entangles and rubs with the flute's cuckoo dance theme.

In the middle of the scherzo, a loud solo was heard outside the venue.

The brass player, who had a special responsibility, blew the mail alone, echoing with the band on the stage.

This was the solo role played by Saint Niji in a previous performance!

The audience immediately thought of "Rückert's Song" - poems such as "At Midnight" and "I Renounce the World" have long been deeply rooted in people's hearts as they have been spread over the years.

The sense of isolation and independence contained in it reminds many people of the beautiful fox lily fields, the mysterious Orthos rainforest, and the sacred "Nine Gardens". Especially the people in the south, they are completely immersed in the dusk nostalgia at this time.

"Ok?"

Many chief inspectors in the front middle row suddenly turned their heads and looked back.

Not only this row, but also the very few highly inspired people present, usually at the level of Adepts or "Forged Lion" and above, all turned their heads and looked back!

That is the direction directly facing the stage, the back of the entire square!

But what they are looking at is not any specific things around them, but the skyline that is far away and as far as the eye can see!

Why do I feel that there is something at the end of the sky?

"In that zone?"

"Is there anything related to it?"

"X coordinate? No possibility. Could it be the remains of the Red Pool?"

Mr. Wax didn't turn his head, but he closed his eyes and frowned in thought.

The inspiration was so overwhelming.

Only the wise can detect the abnormality? It seems to be a very small and rare proportion, but the fact that this situation usually occurs indicates that the surface of the world is extremely thin and hot!

Something was peeling off and gathering from all sides.

First, the Well-Known ones turned around with a sense of realization, and then the other confused listeners also began to look around.

Mr. Wax still closed his eyes and felt it.

There seemed to be some bubbles of different sizes, floating up and down, around me, bubbles that wrapped around flowers and leaves, ocean currents, scenery, hot wind, and fragrance.

Reflecting the illusions and wonders of the projection of southern history?

Sure enough, it did not disappoint at all.

With this system in place, there is no shortage of talented people reaching the top around the world.

Regarding the selection of the co-owner of "Masterless Hammer"

Compared to the advice of the old man Guido da Lezzo

Mr. La turned around and whispered something to the leader beside him.

At the end of the scherzo, Fanning raised the baton in his hand, indicating the beginning of the weak sound of ppp.

The low string sound emerged again from all directions, and the gloomy and dark "mysterious motive" was like a veil covering the primitive world.

Movement 4, “Humanity Tells Me”.

It seems that the atmosphere of the prelude of the first movement "Poem of Awakening" is reproduced, but then, there is a difficult leap from metaphorical spirituality to divinity!

"Oh, human! Listen!"

The alto singer opened her arms and gave a deep and deafening warning.

All the audience who were looking back were startled and turned back!