65 The Concert 1 (2/2)

Count Verdi, at the same time, was also quite famous in the music field.

“Interesting… I don’t know this name either,” said the grand duke. Hearing Verdi’s comment, both Orvarit and Sard picked up the lists.

“The name of the symphony is ‘Fate’. I bet this Lucien is a pretty brave and creative composer,” Sard responded kindly, “I don’t really have a preference between the two music trends.”

Natasha grinned. “I happen to know something about this Lucien. Yesterday, Baron Othello came to me and asked for the permission to replace the third piece of music on the list with a new symphony. And here it is, from this Victor’s new student, Lucien Evans, who just started to learn music three months ago.”

“Three months ago? That’s insane.” Verdi slightly frowned. Pursuing to be perfect, Verdi was strict with himself and knowing the fact that there was someone even more talented than him was definitely not pleasant.

“Well… Unfortunately, it looks like this guy is pretty talented, even more than you are, although you started to learn music at eight and at nine you were already able to compose. But seriously, don’t worry Verdi. He cannot compete with you. I met the guy the other day, and he looked like a woman! I’m quite curious to see what he can do.”

“Well, some people are just geniuses, which is not fair per se, but it is the intention of God.” Sard commented.

And that reminded Natasha of the story of Sard.

Sard was not a genius, ever. Since the first day he entered Aalto Monastery, he was never able to compete with his smart peers. However, in the end, it was Sard who became the Saint Cardinal, although it took him more than a hundred years.

So he often told the followers, “The faith in God has nothing to do with talent.”

“Well, we’ll wait and see.” Orvarit laughed, “What Natasha said makes me feel curious now, too.”

At this time, Victor walked on the stage with a baton in his hand.

Firstly, he bowed in the direction of the grand duke’s balcony in a solemn manner, then he bowed to the other nobles and musicians. Finally, he turned around and lowered his head, staring at the baton in his hand.

The playing started. Orvarit closed his eyes and smiled, “This is the best one among Victor’s previous work. It’s just beautiful.”

Everyone stopped talking and immersed themselves in the music.

Looking into each other’s eyes, Lucien, Lott and Felicia smiled together behind the backstage. They could tell Victor was in a very good form. Now they had become real classmates, if not yet friends.

The first symphony lasted for about forty minutes, and it went very well. During the break, some of the audiences expressed their concern that if the first symphony was already the best one among Victor’s previous work, the rest of them might not be that good.

But Victor proved that they were wrong. The second piece of symphony was actually even better. It was lively, vivid and full of life, like a cool summer breeze, like an autumn field. At the end of it, Orvarit applauded for a long time with satisfaction.

“Victor never stops making progress. He’s awesome,” commented the grand duke.

“That’s true. It’s soothing and beautiful,” echoed Verdi, although in his mind, he did not really appreciate this kind of country style symphony.

“Well, it’s good, but I think Victor is capable of doing an even better job. I didn’t feel his passion in it. There’s still space for improvement,” said Natasha.