musicians of old

Chapter 756 “Untitled” (Part )
The soprano solo in the last movement of “Heaven” is like pure heavenly music.

Fanning's gestures rose and fell with the melody, and her heartstrings were once again touched by some strange and unpredictable memories.

"So, you will be promoted to 'New Moon' in the near future, and others will change their names for you, but I won't be able to see that."

"The same is true when you are promoted to Order Enforcer."

"What do you mean?"

"I won't see it either, but I will know it." Fanning was persistent in correcting the subtle differences between these concepts at that time. "There are still many things that others don't know, but I will know them too, and we will know them too."

Just as we said before we parted.

She will appreciate the divinity of the heights and find herself in a room of clouds and mist that was previously unattainable. Isn't it the same for me?

Just everything higher, the shadow behind the curtain, now, then
A moment of calm, final dispersal.

"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!"

The sound of snow bells and melody similar to the introduction of the first movement reappear, but this time, barbarity and violence overwhelm the innocence and joy, and the world begins to spin in an almost terrifying way.

"Metaphor for pollution, chaos, disorder?"

"A remnant of 'wormology'? Another part of what was seen in 'Apocalypse'?"

Mr. Wax next to the leader frowned.

He listened carefully to the technique that Lavoisier used to develop the composition over dozens of seconds, smoothing it out through harmonious musical logic, and transitioning again to the soprano's heavenly voice.

"In the wine cellars of heaven, the wine is free. The angels bake the bread.

Every delicious vegetable is grown in the garden of Heaven. Everything we want is offered on a full plate!"

Profanity and the sacredness, constantly breaking order and constantly reconstructing order.

Singing?

The "song of joy" with ordinary worldly meanings was distorted into the "song of joy" instigated by dangerous elements, and then restored to the "song of joy" with authentic meaning?
Joyful song.
It was indeed a bit strange. Not only Mr. La, but all the highly inspired audience members felt it.

The strange ripples during the performance of the previous song, "Summer Noon Dream", pointed to the existence of some suspected abnormal areas farther away. Is the same true for the current "Heaven"?
Is it a coincidence or inevitable?

It may be inevitable when one's attainment reaches a certain level. After all, "character" is the most essential factor in resisting chaos and collapse.

Just like now, there is a holy reaction in these heavenly sounds, restraining the restless "wormology" like an anchor embedded in a stone anchor, or the sound of a timpani stabilizing a misplaced and crazy beat.

The dizzying sound of snow bells continued for three rounds, but each abrupt and strange outburst was gradually smoothed out by the soprano. The audience felt that their bodies were being "confirmed" and were firmly tied to the cornerstone of some kind of code.

Until the beginning of the last aria, the frenzy is no longer audible.

"All the music in the world cannot compare with the beautiful singing of angels, which makes us feel satisfied and reach the peak of heavenly joy."

The only accompaniment background is the flowing melody of the woodwind instruments and the bell sounds played in the bass range by the violin or harp.

But Father Lavoisier's teachings live on like an echo.

“Have mercy on those who may doubt in the future”

"We who are strong must bear with the weaknesses of the weak. We have no compassion, but these people who are in the shadows must be shown mercy."

“In the wilderness, the weathervane did not forsake them, but guided them in their ways”

“The pillar of cloud did not leave them during the day, but led them along the way”

"Even in the darkness, the watchman does not abandon them, but lights the lamp to guide them along their way."

The audience of 30,000 seats in the square, and the audience standing quietly listening in the squares and main roads farther away, their emotions, thoughts, pure concepts of ideals, spiritual expressions, everything is floating away from themselves, floating towards some unknown higher realm.

The volume became farther and smaller, and the singing and the sound of rain gradually faded away from the listeners' ears.

Ding, dong. Ding, dong. Ding, dong
The ending of the final chapter was infinitely dragged out, leaving only the final plucking sound of the harp alternating in fourths.

Peace, joy and tranquility.

The sound seemed to be the last to disappear from the auditory remnants in the brain. When they came to their senses, Father Lavoisier on the stage had already ended the swing line.

These revelations
Such a revelation
It is necessary to have an emotional outlet.

The same is true for spiritual inspiration.

"Wow, wow, wow."

Poglelić, who was sitting in the center seat, raised his hand again and applauded.

The chief inspectors also began to applaud.

This time there was no “leading” or “following” process, and Mr. Wax did not look around again.

The applause spread quickly and smoothly to everyone's hands, like a professional and compliant ignition operation procedure.

There were some more exciting and respectful cheers and applause, which emerged in just the right proportions and were also collected in a very orderly manner.

The night is darker.

The time now is 8:30 pm.

With half an hour left before the last performance, the audience once again took a break and left.

The feeling just now seemed a little lost.

But it’s the last song soon!
As the final presentation and results get closer, the citizens' various speculations become more and more numerous.

Human nature dictates.

However, everyone has become very rational, and no one has been heard spreading rumors such as "internal appointment" anymore.

Some people bought some snacks from cafes, bakeries or small vendors outside the square to temporarily fill their stomachs.

The chefs are very fast in serving the food and the waiters are very fast in packing the food. The queues on the streets are orderly, the ground is clean and tidy, and there is no littering. The improvements today are very obvious.

However, when some people made reservations for private rooms at restaurants after 11 o'clock, they received the reply "Sorry, the restaurant will be closed soon", which made them feel confused.

What's going on? Although after 11 o'clock is indeed a relatively late time.
But today is the festival, the closing ceremony. After it’s over, won’t everyone have some midnight snack to celebrate?
The musicians of the old symphony orchestra did not hear or know the above details because they had already gone backstage to make final preparations before the performance.

"Dang——dang——"

When the clock struck nine in the evening in the square, Fanning, dressed in a tuxedo, walked towards the podium. The musicians were already seated and waiting with bated breath.

Fanning walked gracefully and slowly.

It seems to be slower than the pace of any other conductor who has appeared on stage in recent days.

Just now, when he pushed open the curtain of the passage, he suddenly seemed to hear some auditory hallucinations.

“Bang-bang—” “Bang-bang—” “Bang-bang—”

It was like some bulky, massive thing being pieced together, with a constant clashing and making a well-timed noise.

Of course, the sound itself is extremely small.

Steam train or something?
When standing on the podium, Fanning felt as if he had returned to the beginning of a certain cycle, or the beginning of a "reset", for example, the dream scene when he returned to Theolaine at the beginning of the year and curled up on the train to take a nap.

Some things are the same, some things are different, some emotions are similar, and some emotions vary.

This feeling was a physical nuisance to Fanning - a stubborn chronic disease he had developed since returning from the Abnormal Zone.

“Why are the patrol police starting to clear out the vendors now?”

Fanning chose to temporarily shift his attention from the main to the secondary part, that is, skipping the orchestra, skipping the VIP seats, skipping the audience in the square, and moving to those areas farther away, and then, naturally, he paid attention to such a secondary message.

It has absolutely nothing to do with "preparing to conduct a symphony".

Of course, this was a great technique, and Fanning successfully eliminated the physical discomfort.

Last song, last show.

The applause and cheers were surging, but by the time it reached 21 p.m., Fanning felt like she had become desensitized.

In my previous life, I had never heard of any art festival performances being held in such a large occasion (of course, I couldn't hear them clearly), nor was there such a densely packed schedule. People will get tired, and rituals will consume inspiration. Is there something unrealistic and unreasonable about all this?

It's strange, why would you doubt such a problem?
During the brief moment of greeting, Fanning's eyes met with Poglelic's.

The other side applauded, then stopped, and then the square returned to silence.

Tens of thousands of people "closed the bid" in unison.

The heads of the audience were moving in the field of vision, and huge flags were hung in all directions.

The round table and the knife pressed down on me in a gray mass.

In the back, all the musicians remained motionless, and the cold air was silent.

That’s all.

Fanning smiled meaningfully and turned around.

He handed the gesture of preparing to beat to the trumpet principal who was bathed in the golden light.

"#do-#do-#do-/#do——"

"#do-#do-#do-/#do——"

“#do-#do-#do-/mi——————”

The untitled and unnumbered "Symphony in C-sharp minor", first movement, Funeral March!