Chapter 57: Choke fate
At 11.20 am, in the director's office on the third floor of the Musicians Association.
Othello looked at Victor in serious light gray eyes: "Victor, it's time for you to make a decision. For twenty minutes, won't you be able to pick out the music you like? They have been your music for the past two decades. A crystallization of inspiration. "
Victor's face was pale and dull, sitting on a chair opposite Othello. The table in front of him was full of music that belonged to him, but his eyes looked confused and had no focus, just like watching other music through these music. It may be the first musical instrument violin in his life, or it may be an eerie cemetery.
After hearing Othello's words, his lips trembled slightly and he said hardly: "Can I think again? Director Othello."
Wolf, who was sitting opposite him with Othello, laughed with a strong irony: "Think again, can you come up with a better piece of music? Victor, well, don't hold on, maybe you I think there are good music in the mediocre works? Don't waste the time of Director Othello, he is waiting to have lunch with Her Royal Highness. "
Othello nodded, took out a pocket watch and took a look: "His Royal Highness invited me to lunch for a full hour. The time from the carriage to the Rathaus is 15 minutes, but the heavy rain last night until now I have n’t stopped yet. Many places have severe stagnant water that needs to be bypassed. I should leave at least ten minutes in advance. Before that, I will take a nap for an hour to prevent fatigue from losing my style. Victor, you do n’t have much time. In the last ten minutes, if you are still not sure, ask Wolf to replace you. He has just been invited to conduct a concert by Count Lafati, and there is no problem with the band's cooperation. "
Palatine Summer Palace is the palace of the Duchy of Vaurit.
Wolf's eyes showed extreme enthusiasm and desire, relying on his relationship with the aristocracy, as long as the concert can be held in the chanting hall, as long as there is no major problem in the concert, he can go further on the music road He will probably become a director of the association in the future. He took a deep breath and looked at Victor: "Victor, I don't want to steal your performance opportunities, but for the association, you have to make a decision."
Victor retracted his gaze, stared at the sheet music on the table for two minutes, and then stretched out his right finger to write a sheet music: "Just do it."
Such a simple action and such a simple sentence seemed to take away Victor's strength and paralyzed him on the chair, but once a decision was made, although Victor was full of disappointment and unwillingness, he felt a little relaxed. It feels like at least I don't have to work hard and burn my soul to think about the new music, the one that has tortured myself for nine years and has not finished.
也许 "Maybe that's a good thing. I won't be tortured to sleep every night." Victor thought numbly and hopelessly.
Othello clapped his hands with satisfaction: "Victor, I'm happy you can make a decision, but you have some mental problems. If you can't recover before the concert, I have some potions here to help you, but it will only help you. There is a slight impact on your health. Alright, you go out, I will take a nap for an hour. "
With a deep disappointment, Wolf walked outside the office with Victor, who seemed to have difficulty walking. When the wooden door was closed, he glanced at Victor with a hate: "Enjoy your last chant Concert in the lobby, don't let your lady down on Paradise Mountain. "
"You ..." Victor couldn't accept that someone else was attacking himself with his wife and looked at Wolf angrily.
Wolf spread his hands, snorted coldly, and said sharply, "Why are you looking at me? It is you, not me, that disappoints your wife, Victor."
After speaking, he left with a sneer, and Victor seemed to be hit, and squatted down on the ground, covering his face, letting Lot, Felice, Herodotus, who had been waiting, panic, and quickly lifted him up .
让 "Let me calm down in the lounge and start practicing all the music in the afternoon." Victor said weakly.
Eliot, Felice, and Herodotus looked at each other bitterly, and it was time to start thinking about how to get Mr. Victor up.
Uh ...
Leaving Victor's home, Lucien held an umbrella and ran in heavy rain. The rain blew into the umbrella with the strong wind, wetting Lucien's clothes again, making Lucien's unrecovered weakness and obvious. stand up.
In the road filled with white water mist triggered by heavy rain, there are very few pedestrians and carriages, allowing Lucien to run fast without worrying about obstacles, but the problem is that after running a distance, Lucien must not Don't stop and pant because of the weakness of your body, because the strong wind is blowing an umbrella to prevent Lucian from advancing.
"Maybe as early as a few minutes, you can stop the list before it is delivered to Princess Natasha." Lucian bypassed the deep water and panted while walking slowly on the street flooded with ankles, After breathing, he continued to run.
During the run, Lucian's umbrella was blown back by the wind, making him weak enough to hold the umbrella.
"Anyway, my clothes are getting wet." Without hesitation, Lucian put away the umbrella, clamped it on the inside of his arm, and let the heavy rain fall on his body, and flew away.
This time, without the obstruction of the umbrella, Lucian rammed in the heavy rain and became faster.
Only by doing my best can I not regret it. Lucien's persistence, struggle, persistence, and persistence are fully demonstrated at this moment.
Cowpea-sized rain hit the face with a slight pain.
Uh ...
Normally it took more than twenty minutes to reach the Musicians' Association from Victor's house, but Lucian only took six minutes.
At 12.41, outside the gate of the Musicians' Association, Lucian pressed his hands on his knees, arching his back, panting heavily, wet hair against his face, and drops of water dripping down his face. The clothes on the patterned rocks outside the gate were completely drenched and looked very heavy.
After easing a little, Lucien pushed the door open and walked into the hall.
Elena was shocked to see Lucien's appearance, and came out from behind the wooden cabinet: "Lucien, is it so rainy outside? You were so wet with your umbrella?"
"Nothing. Elena, where is Mr. Victor?" Lucian hurriedly asked.
Elena thought for a moment: "It should be in his lounge, I saw Ferris going upstairs with lunch."
"Thank you." Lucian passed the umbrella to Elena and thanked her, then hurriedly turned and ran up the stairs.
Elena looked at Lucien's back strangely: "What's so anxious?"
Uh ...
Weak Lucien climbed the stairs hard and quickly, then reached the Victor's lounge a minute later, and knocked on the door.
It was Lott who came to open the door. He looked very bad. Seeing Lucian just nodded, there was no doubt about him.
Balusian entered the lounge and saw Victor sitting at his desk, as if he had lost all his enthusiasm and hope, buried his face in his hands, and did not respond to someone knocking on the door, just like a lost oil painting.
Then, Felice, Herodotus, and Rhein who heard about it, sat silent on the sofa next to him, and the simple lunch in front of them was still the same, without any reduction.
"Mr. Victor has confirmed the list of songs?" Lucian asked them.
Neither Lotte, Felice, nor Herodotus answered in a mood, only Rhein nodded: "Yes, I used the original piece of music."
Lucian took a breath, suppressed the surging disappointment and frustration, walked in front of Victor, put his hands on the desk, and said aloud, "Mr. Victor, I wrote a great piece of music, I hope you can Listen, I think I can definitely inspire you to compose a perfect symphony. Can you change a certain track? "
There is still a little hope in the matter. Lucian was eager. He didn't think too much about the tone and wording. He seemed very weak, and some words were too straightforward.
"Have you written the music?" Herodotus asked the words of Lucien in disappointment and anger, and asked in a grim and funny way. In this serious and sad atmosphere, this guy It's crazy! Nothing human!
Similarly, Felice's beautiful ruby-like pupil looked at Lucian with anger, clearly showing her dissatisfaction and anger, this time is not a joke!
Then Lott came over, ready to pull Lucian away and not let him stimulate Mr. Victor.
Victor didn't seem to hear a word in front of Lucien, the weak, tired voice came through the palm of his hand: "It's useless, ten minutes ago, Director Othello went to Lata Summer Palace to have lunch with His Royal Highness. Tracks cannot be changed, there is no hope. "
"Is things impossible to change?"
When Lucian heard that Othello had gone to the Latham Palace, he immediately felt a great frustration and was easily pulled away from his desk by Lot: "Lucien, don't play with your little cleverness anymore, be quiet, you must be quiet!"
Although there was a serious sense of failure, Lucian always felt that there was still a little hope. As long as he worked hard, there should be hope, so he eagerly and earnestly said while being backed by Lotera: "Mr. Victor , Fight again, it should be possible to change the track! The rain is so heavy that it may catch up with the director of Othello! "
"Useless, useless." Victor whispered dreamily, without raising his head, as if he had no strength to support himself, but despair was lingering.
Even though Lucian was going crazy and making trouble, he was so sincere and so hard to fight for it, but still made Lotte, Felice, Herodotus have the same feeling, but the thought of things already doomed, fate already With this arrangement, they felt a deep sense of weakness, like Victor, and rebuked Lucien weakly and weakly:
不要 "Don't think about it again, Lucian, although we also want to fight for it, but it is useless, we can only give up."
"It's all this time, the governor of Othello may have arrived at the Palazzo Lata, it's useless, Lucian, give up."
"How long will it take to compose a new piece of music, even if Director Othello hasn't arrived yet? Playing the current piece may be a success."
In an atmosphere of disappointment and abandonment, Lucian stepped back, only feeling very tired, very disappointed, and blame: "Maybe it is really a fate arrangement that hurts me to take leave, if ..."
"It's not my job anyway, fail if you fail." Infected and discouraged, Lucian seemed to become like the other people in the lounge, without the color, but only in the dark.
But immediately, Lucian remembered Victor's care and care for himself in the past few months, his three-week, full-fledged, unscrupulous piano practice, and his persistence and unwillingness in the storm. Give up, and then see Victor's state of being dead, seeing the expression of Lotte, Felice, and others who are disappointed but without changing the result, Lucian has a stronger emotion in his heart:
That is deeply unwilling. I have done so much preparation and hard work, can I accept this result with peace of mind?
That's the idea that I still want to try. Why complain about what has happened and not fight for the present and the future? !!
No matter how much obstacles and troubles you have to face, overcome, and grasp the faith of hope, how can you give up now? !!
Lucien took a deep breath, glanced around the lounge, and found the piano. This was because Victor and Rhein transformed the piano, a brand-new instrument, which was presented by the association. It was only one piece in the lounge. Decorations represent the role played by Victor on this instrument.
Freeing from Lott's pull, Lucian ran quickly, sat on the piano stool, and opened the piano cover.
"What are you doing ?! Lucien!" Lot and Herodotus roared angrily at the same time, and Felice stood up and walked behind Lucien, because she was closest to the piano.
Only Rhein looked at Lucien's behavior curiously and funnyly. What music can there be in three weeks?
Balusian didn't speak, with strong emotions, pressed his hands down.
Dangdangdangdang Dangdangdangdang.
Frightening, powerful and powerful notes sounded in the lounge, and Victor trembled with his hands, without supporting his head. The whole man bounced, sat up straight, and stared blankly in the direction of the piano.
Filice, Lot, and Herodotus trembled in their hearts, stayed there for a while, and then remembered to stop Lucian.
Then, at this time, the follow-up string like a stormy storm began to appear as Lucian played, fast, fierce and shocking. This string of rhythms is continuous, like merciless suffering, like crazy waves in the sea, like horns and tide-like enemies sounding on the battlefield, without any breath.
偶尔 Occasionally there will be a small soothing rhythm, but it often brings a more intense, more desperate, more difficult situation, which seems to be a brief calm before death.
But in the face of this huge difficulty, and in the face of this deep setback, no one has given up. They are fighting resolutely, fighting heroically, making people nervous and worrying. This is like a sea rolling by the waves All the sailors of a fishing boat are working together to control the sails and paddles, fighting the harsh environment, floating up and down without overturning, as if blood splatters and corpses are on the battlefield, one by one the square array faces the overwhelming The arrows and flying spears did not waver, the people in front fell down, and the people in the back added, still maintaining a neat queue.
This vibrating string rhythm stopped Philis, Lot and Herodotus, looking at Lucian's side full of doubt and blankness, watching his face still dripping with water, and Rhein stood up for a moment, and seemed unable to suppress the emotions in her heart.
Balussian gritted his teeth and bounced:
Why give up? Why give up? !!
I can also chase Baron Othello. Even if I ca n’t catch up, I can ask Princess Natasha to change the track. Even if she does n’t agree, I can still use the charm of music to convince her. Why give up? Why give up? !!
As long as there is still a little hope, you cannot give up!
Emotions are integrated into the music, and the first movement of the Symphony of Destiny becomes more and more intense, so that Lot and Philis, who are stopped next to them, can't help shaking.
Is it because fate made you give up, or did you give up yourself?
Did fate defeat you, or did difficulties and frustration defeat you?
For a while, the fierce, shocking string rhythm pierced Victor's mind like a sharp arrow, making him consciously straighten his back, thinking that it was the Lord interrogating himself.
He played quickly with both hands, and his emotions and music resonated Then he was infected with music more intensely, remembering his ups and downs in the past few months:
I want a peaceful life, want a warm family, want to love my parents and relatives, but somehow came across, lost everything, full of pain, and also saw the witch burned to death, forced to go to the sewer adventure;
I want to learn Chinese and want a better life, but I was stopped by the gang and beaten by them;
I want to learn magic quietly, but here is Aalto, the very powerful Aalto of the church. I can only risk my life, and constantly walk on the edge of darkness and light, time and time again. To death.
Did I give up? Did I give up? !!
I did not give up!
As long as I have not died, I will fight, I will change my life and change my destiny!
His emotions grew stronger and stronger, acting like a heart attack, and the violent string rhythm was full of indomitable meaning:
Is it because fate has let you lose hope, or did you choose to give up hope yourself?
Did fate make you yield, or did you obey "fate" yourself?
Is destiny destined for your life, or did you choose destiny?
No, as long as I am alive and I can still think, I will not choose to give up, I will choke the fate's throat, I will face the setbacks, I will defeat all suffering!
Victor couldn't help but stand up in the excitement notes, and clenched his fists.
PS: The fate of these fate comes from the good cat friend cheese cat, and by chance I saw that he wrote these sentences, and felt that it was better and more peaceful than I originally prepared, so I used it after winning his agreement. thank you very much.
Re PS: Five thousand words, which is equivalent to adding more!