67 The Innovator (2/2)
”Ladies and gentlemen, please let me introduce you my student, Lucien Evans. It is Lucien Evans who composed this great piece of symphony,” said Victor loudly to all of the balconies.
”What a talent!” The applause from the nobles and the musicians became even louder, showing their great recognition toward this young musician.
”Great music. Great young man.” Earl Hayne nodded, ”Even a person who knows nothing about music can feel the greatness of his work.”
The grand duke commented in a loud voice, ”Unparalleled! This young man will grow into a great musician!”
Natasha’s mind was full of emotional thoughts, ”I was almost speechless. I felt something… very unique. I know it’s something that I’ve been always looking for. Lucien, you’re the innovator in the history of music!”
Even Verdi couldn’t say anything to refute her at this point.
”You got the soul that never yields. God bless you, young man.” Slowly, Sard stood up. He looked at Lucien with a loving smile on his face.
Among all the people, Wolf was the only one who remained slouching in his seat. He felt too weak to even talk.
”Thanks God. This is the gift of God.” Lucien saluted the balconies in a gentleman manner, playing his role as a believer with great piety. The great success of the concert would bring him lots of benefits, and one of them would be a higher social status which was very helpful for him to hide his identity. The guards from the church and the sheriffs of the city would not dare to casually arrest or investigate a musician who had received the recognition from the grand duke, the cardinal and the princess.
The cardinal nodded and said to the grand duke, ”I’m very glad that I attended the concert tonight. All of the music works tonight are great, and Symphony of Fate is especially the most impressive one. Light conquers darkness. The God of Truth empowers us to fight against difficulties. God bless us all.”
”God bless us all.” Orvarit lowered his head, putting his palm on his chest.
On the stage, Victor’s eyes were wet with tears. How he wished that Winnie could see all of this in heaven.
”How do you feel now, my cousin?” Natasha looked at Verdi and asked pleasantly.
”This piece of work belongs to Lucien, not you, Natasha. And unfortunately, his talent can never be yours as well.” Verdi did not answer directly.
”Well… actually the unique theme of his work inspired me a lot. Maybe I should have him to be my music consultant to produce my own music work,” said Natasha, tilting her head on one side.
”His success comes from both of his talent and his life experience. And the accumulation of inspiration and good ideas takes time. I don’t think it will work, Natasha.” Verdi shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly.
”Still worth a shot.” Lifting her brows, Natasha chuckled.
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When the nobles were leaving the Psalm Hall in order, Victor and Lucien came to the backstage. The orchestra members there were still feeling excited.
”Mr. Victor, Mr. Evans, this is the best concert we’ve ever attended!”