48 In the Hall (1/2)

Chapter 48: In the Hall

Translator: winniethepooh, Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Since the success and reputation of a teacher was also directly related to the students, Lott and Felicia were also quite worried.

“Do something?” Felicia rolled her eyes, “Do what?”

Frowning his eyebrows, Lott answered thoughtfully, “A symphony is a quite long piece of music and usually consists of four parts. For a concert, four symphonies are enough. I don’t understand why Mr. Victor insists on creating new symphonies, after all, he got so many good ones he wrote before to choose from.”

“Mr. Victor did pick out the best one, and it will be one of the four symphonies.” Standing beside, Athy joined their conversation, “But it is also the only ready-made one from the four symphonies. Mr. Victor felt all the others are nowhere close to the best one. In order to present an excellent concert, Mr. Victor has to make sure all the pieces of music are equally impressive.”

Rubbing his eyes, Herodotus sighed, “Mr. Victor always want to be perfect. His previous works were actually very popular among many musicians and nobles, or he would never be qualified to give a concert in the Psalm Hall. If we try, probably we can persuade him.” He looked at Lott and Felicia, while Lucien, a poor student who could only play the simplest music for now, was subconsciously ignored by him.

“What do you think, Mr. Athy?” asked Felicia. She knew that, among all the people in the sitting room, Athy was the one who knew Mr. Victor the best. After all, Athy had been taking care of Victor for almost thirty years.

“Unfortunately, I don’t think so.” Slowly, Athy shook his head, “The concert is of great significance for Victor. He wants to fulfill the wish of his late wife, which is to have a perfect performance in the Psalm Hall, thus he won’t make any compromise.”

“Probably… we can look for some potions that are helpful for him to relax.” As an apprentice, Lucien’s first idea was seeking the help of potions and drugs.

“No we can’t. Those drugs will slow down one’s mind and cause the inhibition of inspiration.” Athy denied Lucien’s proposal seriously.

“But we can’t just let Mr. Victor torture himself like this,” said Lucien with concern.

“Then what can you do, Lucien? Come up with a new masterpiece for Mr. Victor?” said Herodotus with clear sarcasm. He never liked Lucien, “If you cannot, please shut up.”

Lucien didn’t feel really offended, instead, what Herodotus just said gave him some new thoughts. Mr. Victor needed his help, Lucien knew.

When they were talking, Victor opened the door and walked downstairs, looking very tired. The students stopped their conversation instantly and looked at him.

Victor’s hair was messy, and his eyes red. “I’m going to the association to practice the first three symphonies. All of you come with me to see how the different parts of the orchestra cooperates. ”

Although all of them were a bit relieved to see that Victor’s mood had returned to normal, they knew the trouble still remained unsolved.

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On the fifth floor of the association, the orchestra was playing a magnificent symphony. The four parts of the symphony were integrated perfectly and together provided the audiences with a grand acoustic feast.

As soon as the orchestra finished playing the last part, a cold applause came from behind. All the students looked backwards.

It was Wolf.

“Good, very good. It looks like you’re ready for the concert, Victor.” Holding his chin high, Wolf still looked the same, arrogant and mean. Victor enjoyed a period of peaceful time when Wolf was out of town, and now apparently the happy time was over.

Victor’s face instantly darkened since he knew Wolf must have heard something. Before Victor said anything, Wolf asked with a fake smile on his face, “I remember you asked for my advice before I left. Now I’m back, so let me see your work.”