110 The Last and the Firs (1/2)

Chapter 110: The Last and the First

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Lucien reached out his hand, ”Nice to meet you, Mr. Marcus.”

Holding Lucien’s hand, Marcus put on a sort of arrogant smile, ”Likewise, Lucien. I heard your name when I was in Shaq. When I had just arrived in Aalto, a couple of days ago, I was about to visit you, but Mr. Victor asked me not to distract you from the preparation of your first concert.”

Marcus put some extra emphasis on the word ”first”. In his mind, Lucien should not be respected as a musician until his first concert achieved great success.

”Mr. Victor often mentioned your name, saying that you’re one of his most outstanding students.” Lucien remained polite, ”In terms of concert experience, I’m not even close to you.”

”Well… It’s my great pleasure to be invited by the many countries.” Marcus put on a big smile when they came to the topic that he felt the most proud of. He sat down beside Lucien and started to spout his concert experience in different countries: the passion of the Kingdom of Syracuse, the rigidity and conservatism of the Holy Heilz Empire, the boldness of the Kingdom of Shaq…

Lucien did not mind knowing more about these countries. So he nodded and asked a couple of questions from time to time when Marcus was talking.

Marcus did not stop himself until the concert was about to start. In his mind, Marcus felt that Lucien was pretty easy-going, rather than arrogant as he assumed.

Marcus’ hostility did not come from nowhere. At first he felt truly happy that his teacher, Mr. Victor, noticed this talented young man, and he was proud that his peer could make achievements like him, until more and more news about Lucien Evans came to Shaq like snowflakes. Even the nobles in Shaq were talking about the young man and making comparison between them. All of a sudden, Marcus felt that his achievement was worth nothing compared with Lucien’s success, but Lucien hadn’t even had his own concert yet!

The audience gave Christopher a very warm applause as soon as he appeared on the stage. Dressing in black, Christopher looked rather hale and solemn tonight.

That would probably be Christopher’s last concert for his music career, the last concert of the president of Aalto Musicians’ Association, the most authoritative and the greatest musician across the continent, the ”living music legend”.

”Ladies and gentlemen,” Christopher turned to the audience, ”thank you for coming.”

Straightening his back, Lucien listened carefully.

”I’ve been devoted to music for fifty-nine years, and now I’m seventy,” said Christopher with deep emotion. ”I’m still standing here because of all your support, and because of the stimulus I received from a young lad. We, as human beings, we age and die, but music never!”

Then Christopher turned around and raised the button.

The first three symphonies were Christopher’s most well-known music pieces. One was elaborate and ebullient, one was elegant and sublime, and the third one was passionate and graceful. The intoxicating and familiar melodies seized every listener’s mind, no matter if they were inside or outside of the Psalm Hall.

Christopher’s achievement in music was the milestone in the history of music. Together with the music, the listeners’ remote memories were brought back.

During every interval, the audience applauded like never before, as if the whole continent was applauding the respectable, senior musician.

After the third piece of symphony, Christopher looked a bit tired, ”Now, please enjoy my student Silvia’s piano sonata, while I’m going to prepare for the next symphony.”

In his last concert, Christopher wanted to support his student, and he knew that he must take a rest before the upcoming symphony.