Chapter 49: Selection

  Victor didn't let out a long breath until the slowly closing door blocked his view of Wolf's back. He turned to face Rhein on stage and the members of the symphony orchestra, saying: "You all continue practicing, I suddenly thought of a pretty good melody in my head, I'm going to go to the rest room to write it down."

  Each musician has his own rest room in the association.

  "Mr. Viktor, I think you're currently in a very unstable emotional state, it's best not to force yourself to compose music, it won't have any effect." Laine put down his violin and walked to the edge of the stage, his face, which always wore an enchanting smile, rarely showing a serious and solemn expression.

  Victor was like a punctured water bag, forcibly squeezed out of his calm and swift collapse, revealing a mixture of fatigue, despair, and anger: "I know, Laine, I need to calm down."

  Rein nodded slightly and instructed Lucien and Lott: "Lucien, Lott, you accompany Mr. Victor to his resting room, Phyllis, Hierod, you go to the music room to practice your instruments."

  Although Rhein was neither a noble nor a musician, his excellent playing skills on instruments such as the violin and harpsichord, as well as his calm demeanor, made Lucien and Lott follow his instructions without question, just like Mr. Viktor's own orders.

  On the way to the third floor lounge, Viktor didn't say a word, immersed in his own world of disappointment and indignation, while Lucien and Lott didn't know what to say, and could only quietly follow behind him.

  It wasn't until they entered the rest room that Viktor said to Lucien and Lott, "You two, practice your instruments well, and close the door when you leave."

  Then he sat down on the sofa and quietly stared at the wall opposite him.

  Lucien walked out while following Victor's gaze, and on the wall hung an oil painting of a beautiful woman with black hair and eyes, her face slender, with a quiet smile at the corner of her mouth.

  The whole oil painting is excellent, and this woman is just like a real person.

  As he walked out of the door, in the process of the wooden door slowly closing, Lucien saw that Victor was just staring at the oil painting, without any movement, as if a statue.

  …………

  Lucien returned to the fourth floor music room in silence with Lott, and found that Phyllis and Hierode were not practicing instruments either, but sat there in low spirits, staring blankly, wondering what they were thinking.

  "No matter what, with Osorio's request, Mr. Viktor's concert will at least not be a failure." Lotte thought she would be happy, but when she spoke out loud, she found that her tone was filled with a strong sense of bitterness. Having followed Mr. Viktor for several years, he was so gentle and kind, often caring about others. Even though Lotte had hidden in the depths of her heart a small-minded disdain for his commoner background, over time, their feelings had still become very deep.

  And if Viktor can take advantage of the great success of this concert to become a famous musician, Lotte will be able to ignore Mackenzie's difficulties and prejudices when she takes the music test.

  Phillis smiled silently, equally bitter: "Even if the problem of the music is solved according to Mr. Osero's requirements, who can guarantee Mr. Victor's state? If a musician conducting frequently appears problems, will the effect of the whole concert be good?"

  "Yes." Relatively young compared to Lott's age, Hiroto couldn't help but press his forehead against the violin, as if talking in a dream, his voice floating and uncertain.

  Then the whole room fell silent again, and you could hear a pin drop.

  In this case, Lucien, who was stunned on one side, didn't seem so eye-catching.

  At this time, Lucien was analyzing the scores he had collected in the Soul Library and comparing them with those on Earth, so as not to copy out a symphony that would be similar to an existing melody in this world, thus earning himself the reputation of a plagiarist and ruining his musical career.

  This is Lucien's way of repaying Viktor for his care and affection, by finding a classic symphony on Earth that he can "give" to him in an appropriate manner that doesn't arouse suspicion about his true nature.

  It's a good thing that I labeled all the musical scores on Earth with this world's musical symbols a while back, otherwise it would have taken more than a month just for this. Lucien thought to himself as he compared the scores, feeling rather fortunate.

  The Soul Library is simpler than Lucien imagined, because it's stored in his own soul. He only needs to take a look at it once and he can retrieve the same melody from the library of scores.

  After this period of study, Lucien gained a deeper understanding of the world's musical trends. In the church, without being suppressed, Alto's music was in a transitional phase from classical music with strict structure and partial religious characteristics to romantic music that expressed his inner emotions. Therefore, conservative Lucien first chose Bach's compositions, which had typical religious features.

  All of Bach's pieces, it turned out, had very similar music existing, and "The Well-Tempered Clavier" and "12-tone Equal Temperament Piano Pieces" were even more highly identical. Fortunately, I didn't take them out rashly. Lucien was satisfied with his own caution, although the things he faced with this caution were not something to be proud of.

  Denying Bach's music, Lucien is most familiar with Beethoven's nine symphonies, so he found the most familiar "Fate Symphony" (C minor Fifth Symphony) to come out: [No similar melody?]

  As a symbol of classical music, the Symphony of Fate is very suitable for Alto's musical style, and with shocking meaning, Lucien doesn't want to waste time, after considering it, he decides to choose this piece. At the same time, curious Lucien also made a comparison with Beethoven's other eight symphonies and thirty-two piano sonatas, and found that there are basically no similar melodies.

  As for other musicians, based on modern pianos or classical and romantic music, since the piano just appeared, limited by the defects of previous instruments, Lucien selected a few after comparison, and there are definitely no similar songs.

  He had chosen "Destiny Symphony", but Lucien was now worried about how to give it to Viktor. He couldn't just copy it out for him, or hum the tune so he could hear it, and when Viktor asked where it came from, tell him that he found it in the pages of a certain book, like those legendary heroes who acquired magical sword techniques or methods to train their blood power through similar chance encounters. Nor could he say that on a certain year, month and day, he had saved a beggar or an old man who was about to die from illness, and had been given this piece of music as a gift.

  These excuses are becoming increasingly unbelievable!

  Moreover, Lucien suspects that Viktor exceeds his moral standards and will probably not use the melody without the original author's consent. The best way is to disguise it as his own writing, then leave obvious defects for Viktor to modify and improve, thus giving him a reason to use it.

  As for hypnosis, with Lucien's current spiritual power, he cannot instill too much information into Viktor, and most of it will be forgotten after waking up.

  It's impossible for a student who has only learned music for about two months and can barely play simple tunes on the piano to write such a shocking, heart-piercing, and wonderful symphony unless they had similar melodies in their mind before. Whether Lucien had received good musical guidance or showed musical talent before is easy to find out.

  Lucien thought his head was going to explode after a while, but he finally came up with an idea. He suddenly stood up, walked to the piano, put several sheets of white paper on the music stand, picked up a feather pen, and began writing musical notes. After writing a short string melody, he placed both hands on the piano keys and pressed down heavily.

  "Dong Dong Dong Dong!"

  Lotte, Phyllis and Hierodeus were startled by this fervent, sonorous voice, either lifting their heads from their hands or unconsciously turning their faces towards Lucien in a daze, or almost falling off the piano stool.

  The rhythm and momentum of the "dang" was followed by a section of melody that was simply unbearable, and could be called noise.

  "Lucien, what are you doing?" Lott's brow furrowed.

  "What happened to Mr. Viktor today is really distressing, and thinking about the lives of poor people in the past, their efforts and struggles to learn music, a feeling of sadness and indignation arose, so some inspiration appeared in my mind, I want to write them into a piece of music." Lucien explained, turning back.

  Lotte was surprised and amused: "You compose music?!"

  "How long have you been studying music, and how proficient are your piano skills? You think you can compose a piece of music?" Phyllis looked as if she had heard the most unbelievable and ridiculous thing in her life, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, with an expression that was both amused and incredulous, her voice becoming slightly shrill.

  Lotte raised both hands, shaking them: "I know, Lucien, I understand, you want to help Mr. Victor, but don't waste your energy and time in vain, a beginner like you, how can you possibly write good lyrics?" He had already reduced the song to lyrics, yet he still didn't doubt that Lucien was definitely not up to it.

  Herodotus sneered: "What do you think music is, the black bread you eat every day that can be bought anywhere? Listen to what you just played, it's ridiculously bad, not even a melody, it's noise that's unpleasant to the ear! You've only been learning music for less than two months and you want to compose your own piece, what a joke!"

  "For goodness' sake, Lucien, don't cause any more trouble for everyone. Not at a time like this." Phyllis had originally wanted to mock or scold Lucien a few words, but thinking of the current situation, she became listless and powerless.

  Lucien shook his head firmly: "I'm very inspired, I think I can write a good song."

  "You..." Lotte, Phyllis and Hierodotus had nothing to say, looking at Lucien's gaze was like looking at a deeply hidden madman.