Durin's Diary

Chapter 574

Du Lin wrote the music on the spot.

Alyssa, like a little deer, started humming softly when Du Lin was halfway through writing, and then she couldn't hold back any longer and sat aside, looking forward to it.

It wasn't until Du Lin wrote the lyrics that Xiaolu took over and read it: "It's actually sung in Savoy."

Du Lin smiled and said, "How is it?"

At the same time, he thought that there was no other way. There was neither Spain nor Portugal in this world, otherwise Durin would not have used Savoy, a similar language.

The little deer looked very happy and was actually very happy. She followed Dulin to the Church of the Original Creator and met the bald Angelo.

The latter initially thought Du Lin had something to talk to him about. When he heard that Du Lin was looking for the church band, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Follow me."

Du Lin took Alyssa and followed the big bald man.

The latter led the two into the side hall and pushed open two doors.

"Jack! Look who I brought here!" The bald man roared like a warhorse.

Du Lin stopped and looked at the orchestra practicing in front of him.

They looked at Du Lin and then stood up.

An old man with a goatee came out from backstage. He put his glasses on his nose and looked at him. “Ah, Angallio, you idiot with no artistic talent, what are you yelling about?”

"Look who I brought with me, you old blind man!" After saying this, Angallo stretched out his hand and lifted Dulin up high like an old baboon lifting a lion cub.

Alyssa laughed so hard that her eyes were almost invisible.

The old goat was stunned, then stretched out his little hand, and Du Lin lost his support.

It was not high, so he landed safely. Du Lin turned his head and saw that Angario had broken out of the window.

The old goat had already floated to Dulin's side at this time: "Excuse me, Your Excellency Dulin, Angalio is a rough man. He doesn't know what respect for art is."

"Well, I have a song, and I'm hoping you could do me a favor and record it. I want to send it to the Academy Awards in Paris. They're looking for a song right now, and I'm pretty familiar with the person in charge, so I'd like to help."

"Please trust in the strength of the Primordial Creator's Church Philharmonic Orchestra. Where is your score?"

Du Lin handed it to the old goat.

He saw the first line and nodded with satisfaction.

When he saw the lyrics, he glanced at Alyssa beside Du Lin and smiled happily.

When he looked to the side, the smile on his face disappeared.

He walked to the podium, placed the music on the stand, unbuttoned his pajamas, and took his baton from the stand. "Time to get to work! Now, give me your best performance! Anyone who doesn't pay attention to their training will be hanged from the archway of the church gate!"

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"Should we find Du Lin and ask him to write a song for our Academy Awards?" The old elf sat on the bench. The art center was crowded with guests today, and young musicians were working hard to get their songs entered into the Paris Academy Awards.

But to the old guys, there was nothing worth paying attention to.

"No, if we commission an article, it will deviate from our original intention." His companions had a completely different opinion.

"But now, these songs are just rotten," the old elf said disapprovingly. "I mean, Durin spoiled your appetite, you've been eating big meals every day, and now, look how full you are after a bowl of porridge," his old friend shrugged.

The old elf covered his face, unable to bear watching the performance on the stage. "How dare you criticize me? Listen to what's being played in the hall right now. Is this music? My grandfather was a carpenter back then, and sawing wood was even more graceful than this."

"...Okay, while I admit that what you said is offensive, I also have to admit that you are not wrong." The old friend finally had to sigh.

Just then, a messenger came in: "Is Mr. Sasse here?"

The old elf raised his hand.

A young prairie elf messenger ran over, handing over a scroll of sheet music and a magic crystal. "I bring news for His Excellency Durin Elsh from Lublin. Mr. Caesar, if you're undecided, come and listen to this music."

After saying this, the young messenger left.

The old elf held the music score and magic crystal in his hand.

You could hear a pin drop in the entire hall—everyone heard the news brought by the messenger.

Doolin Elsh brings news - his work has joined the war!
The next second, the whole hall was boiling.

Some people were preparing the screen, some were drawing the curtains, some were asking the young people on the stage who didn't know what to do to come down, and more young people were pouring into the hall - they were holding up recording crystals, ready to record this exciting song.

The old elf placed the magic crystal into the device.

As usual, Durin's magical pet, the super cute white-faced owl appeared on the screen and cooed.

In the picture, when movies were first created, they were in black and white, and the pictures were rough.

One classic movie after another appeared on the screen, all of which were award-winning works. The old elf even saw the works of his friends.

He looked at him: "Du Lin remembers your contribution to the film."

"My photos are not very good either. I really don't deserve it." The old friend sighed somewhat embarrassedly.

Gradually, the film began to take on color. The old elf saw the short film that Durin had made about the Twin Mother Goddesses. The people's smiles and the ethereal singing in the film made the old elf sigh, "This child, after all, still remembers an old fool like me."

"The songs are really well written, and the lyrics are also very good. He is worthy of being what Czerny said his best apprentice. A person's life is not lived in vain if he has an apprentice like Dulin. Czerny is so lucky." The old elf's old friend expressed his heartfelt emotion.

At this time, the music ended, all the images zoomed out, and finally, they converged into a trophy.

It was a little man blowing a horn.

"Durin has even thought of the appearance of the trophy for us. What do you think, Sass?" someone asked the old elf.

"Okay." The old elf responded and began to applaud along with the young people.

In the subsequent vote, Du Lin's music received all 170 votes in favor - whether it was the members of the art center or any major sponsor, they were all convinced of Du Lin's work.

"It seems that our Mr. Durin will win all the laurels with his music." The old elf's old friend exclaimed.

"I believe this will be unprecedented." said the old elf.

This time, it is destined to leave a mark in history.

(End of this chapter)