King Of Classical Music - Chapter 186
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Chapter 186

King of Cla.s.sical Music 186 Betwixted Translations

by Bet July 16, 20219-11 minutes

On the warm spring night, a breeze swept through Vienna. The guests skirts swirled in the wind, adding a hint of softness to the evenings romance.

As Austrias most important, national-treasure level orchestra, the final stop of Vienna Philharmonic Orchestras every tour was always in the Golden Hall of Viennas Friends of Music a.s.sociation building.

This large symphony hall, which stood tall in Austria for hundreds of years, had witnessed the rise and fall of countless orchestras as well as hundreds of geniuses throughout the history of cla.s.sical music. It pa.s.sed the vicissitudes of life but never aged.

One by one, the ladies and gentlemen walked along the red carpet of this ancient building in their most beautiful attire. Tonight was one of Wei Ais grandest performances of the year, and the word solemnity could no longer encompa.s.s the emotions swirling within the fans.

In the middle of the last century, the worlds major opera houses and concert halls had a rule: The audience must wear formal attire to attend. This seemingly unreasonable rule could be seen even in comedic movies. But, even now, most fans adhered to this long abolished rule.

Both symphony and opera were elegant works of art. The audience had to listen and appreciate with the most pious att.i.tude. Only in this way could everyone contribute to the efforts of the composers, conductors, and orchestra members!

Perhaps it was due to the warmer weather, but an especially large number of fans gathered at the Golden Hall that night. Even Tuckerman, Wei Ais agent, said in a bout of emotion, All the tickets were sold out last week! G.o.d, who said the past twenty years have been the trough of cla.s.sical music? Our fans are still enthusiastic!!!

If Tuckerman was allowed to sit with the audience and listen for a while, he would understand why this years concert caused such a terrible stir.

Whats the most irresistible marketing in the world?

Word of mouth.

When someone says something is good, another may doubt and wonder But is it? However, when two people say something is good, those with ordinary willpower will begin to be swayed. What then if it were three, four, five No, hundreds of people?!

Then it must truly be something extraordinary!

When the numerous media praised Wei Ais tour to the sky this year, even those that werent fans couldnt help but rush out of their own countries to listen and find out just how wonderful this orchestra was.

Qi Mu sat on a stool backstage and was carefully wiping his rosin when Tuckerman entered the throngs of orchestra members and proclaimed, Oh friends! Do you know whos here in person today?!

I just saw Wei Jiaos chief conductor, Mr. Evra!

Hey! I also saw Mr. Evra. And that black guy, Jacques, is here too!

And I saw Mr. Richard, the cellist, in the second row!

And Master Lance! Master Lance is here too! Oh yes, I remember. He seems to know Little Seven. Did he come for Little Seven?

Qi Mu reluctantly set down the rosin in his hand and nodded. Yesterday, I went to Master Lances and sent him an invitation. He said hes been quite leisurely recently and wanted to come listen.

Oh, Little Seven! Youre so lucky to be able to enter my idols house!

Hey, Chuck, dont you admire Mr. Bertram the most? Whyve you become Master Lances fan all of a sudden?

Ellie, you dont understand! One is a life idol, the other is a male G.o.d. They are on different planes of existence!

I think youre worse than my daughter

They continued to have fun for half an hour before the concert started. As the time wound down, everyone stopped chatting and bowed their heads to prepare their instruments with intense focus.

Qi Mu took his rosin seriously and wiped his snow-white bow to make it even whiter. Then he carefully opened the crimson violin case and took out the slender little princess.

Over the last two days of rehearsal, hed used Edith only the day before. Otherwise, he still mostly used his original violin, the imitation Stradivarius.

After all, it had been hundreds of years. Edith needed considerate care and couldnt be used for practice often. This was like the cannon held and managed by the Italian government. It had a strict and diligent maintenance process and wasnt used for performances often.

However, even the many years of being locked away couldnt keep such a top-cla.s.s violin silent forever. Over forty years ago, Master Akkad was the first violinist approved to play with cannons and now his only student, Qi Mu, held hands with Edith to stand in the Golden Hall.

Qi Mu carefully adjusted the timbre and strummed it once, when the concerts warning sounded throughout the hall

The audience fell silent, and the concert was about to begin.

Qi Mu was surprised by the sound, realizing he was about to stand on that stage again.

In his last life, Qi Mu hadnt been able to step foot on that stage. As Wei Jiaos deputy concertmaster, he couldnt even count how many times hed been there. But this time, although he had the same ident.i.ty, Qi Mu knew that some things were truly different.

Little Seven, are you nervous?

A young womans gentle voice sounded from behind him. Qi Mu turned around and saw Julie walking out of the pianists lounge. She stood next to him and looked at him with soft eyes. Julie, always bright and capable, wore a long, light blue dress for the formal concert.

Qi Mu chose not to lie about it and answered with a smile, To be honest, Im a little nervous, Julie.

She patted his shoulder in understanding and asked, Are you worried? Dont worry. Although I cannot help with the second song, Im here for the first. Youve practiced so many times, you will perform successfully.

Qi Mu nodded as his smile gained confidence.

The other members of the orchestra entered the hall one by one and Qi Mu watched them disappear behind the curtain. In turn, he walked over to the heavy curtain. With each step, he suddenly felt like everything was a bit surreal

Behind this curtain was the Golden Hall, the last place he stepped in his last life!

Hey, Little Seven, stop hesitating!

Qi Mu was pushed onto the stage under Julies mischievous smile. The rumbling in the auditorium a.s.saulted his eardrums and Qi Mu dumble raised his head to look around the magnificent hall

The intricate patterns painted on the golden walls, the towering arches, the flowers scattered everywhere, and the statue of the G.o.ddess of music, everything proved this really was the Golden Hall.

This hall wasnt that large, but it was the destination where countless musicians dreamed of performing.

Qi Mus eyes gradually came into focus. He felt like hed been staring in a daze for a long time, but it was, in fact, only a moment. He calmly took a step forward and followed the last member of the violin group to his seat.

Coming here was just the beginning, it was hardly the end!

Berlin, night.

A tall, handsome man stood in front of large French windows staring into the distance. Reflected in the gla.s.s was the Spree river, dyed black by the night as it flowed tirelessly onwards.

Min, tonight is Wei Ais final concert. Are you really not going? The blond manager opened the door and entered the room, rubbing his head as he walked over. Theres a meeting on the second half of this years members.h.i.+p tomorrow morning, but if you come back overnight, theres still time.

A week ago, Bai Ai ended their tour in the Berlin Philharmonic Hall. Their tour was still excellent and attracted countless fans to attend. Several critics and the musical media consistently praised their concerts.

Bai Ai was rising to another level many critics had said it like this.

But this kind of praise didnt hinder the performances in the first quarter of 2017. Almost all orchestras had been dominated by Wei Ai, and Bai Ai was no exception.

Wei Ais praises were continuous. Even Bai Ai, who had always been evenly matched and perhaps even better, had been darkened a bit during this years tour. Some couldnt even compete with them at all.

In fact, Bai Ais performance wasnt worse than Wei Ais. However, after the events of that shady concertmaster and having stagnated for years, this brand new Wei Ai was even more shocking.

Or, in Daniels words: Our performance is obviously better than them!

Yes, your performance wasnt necessarily inferior to theirs, but your progress was far inferior.

Wei Ai was like a tangled ball of yarn always in search of the right thread. When they had the right one, they quickly unraveled out of this misunderstanding and aimed for a higher place. Compared to this, Bai Ais progress was slower and had no greater outstanding feature.

It was precisely because of this that tomorrows meeting was so important.

Eyebrows wrinkling in a slight frown, Min Chen sighed. No. To come back tomorrow, the timing is too tight.

Daniel spread his hands helplessly. Well, its a pitty I cant listen to Angels first performance in the Golden Hall oh no, this should be the second time, right? I recall when the little Angel was 13, he performed in the Golden Hall? d.a.m.n, was it 14 or 13

Faced with Daniels question, Min Chen did not answer.

Was this Qi Mus second time in the Golden Hall?

No, he knew, this should be the real first time.