291 Everyone’s Waiting (1/2)

Chapter 291: Everyone’s Waiting

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Franz totally understood. When he was under poor health condition, many times he still pushed himself to an even further limit just because the passion and inspiration could not be shut down at that moment.

Therefore, Franz nodded with a sincere smile, ”I see, Mr. Evans. I'll try my best to help you. When I first heard the fourth movement of the symphony, the chorus movement, I was totally shocked by its beauty and grandness. And the idea of adding chorus in a symphony is a great innovation! It's my great pleasure to be part of this helping you complete this masterpiece. It's gonna be one of the most memorable things in my life.”

In order to fit the long verse in, to avoid those parts that were disrespectful to God, and to keep its original linguistic beauty, Lucien and Franz had spent a lot of time and thoughts.

Franz was a very dedicated musician and a great fan of Lucien. In front of his idol, Franz praised the movement with great excitement.

Lucien coughed hard and then asked in an excited way, which was a bit strange, ”Thank you, Franz! Now our job's almost done! Then, the lead singer and the chorus shall start practising and provide us with feedback. Do you think it's... too hard?”

Franz shook his head, ”It's hard, but I wouldn't say it's too hard. Any changes would take the beauty away from the movement. A great singer and a chorus should be able to handle it.”

”I think so too.” Lucien grinned.

At this time, someone knocked at the room door, and then the door was gently opened. It was Victor. Lucien and Franz were now in the piano room of the Musicians' Association, on the fourth floor.

”Mr. Victor, we just finished our work.” Lucien smiled.

”I really picked a good time. Congratulations, Evans.” Victor smiled. Then he took a step aside and introduced, ”This is Mr. Fabbrini, a great singer. Mr. Fabbrini's the lead singer of the Golden Cathedral Chorus.”

Before Ode to Joy (The Symphony No. 9 in D minor from Ludwig van Beethoven) was completed, Lucien asked for Victor's help to find him a great singer and a chorus.

Mr. Fabbrini was in his early twenties, had blue eyes and blond hair, looking like an angel serving the God of Truth. Unlike most men, Fabbrini was wearing light make up. In his fancy clothes, Mr. Fabbrini had this sense of feminine beauty.

Lucien was not too surprised, because most outstanding musicians were castrati, not to mention a lead singer of the Golden Cathedral Chorus.

Lucien smiled, ”Nice to meet you, Mr. Fabbrini. Hope we can work well together.”

Here in this world, castrati were very popular. A countess in Gusta crazily loved their voice and once even started a war for a castrato.

”Mr. Evans, I'm going to meet the chorus and we'll be waiting for you there in the concert hall. You don't look very well, sir. Please take care,” said Fabbrini in his gentle voice.

After Fabbrini left, Lucien started coughing very badly, as if his lungs were going to come out.

”Are you alright? You still haven't recovered, have you?” asked Victor concernedly. ”Maybe we can put off the concert until you feel better.”

Lucien shook his head firmly, ”It's okay, Mr. Victor. I'm a knight, so it shouldn't be a problem.”

Maybe the fact that Lucien was a knight really assured Victor, so he nodded, ”We're both musicians, so I do understand. But as your teacher, I still think having a doctor come over is necessary.”

”I will. Thank you, Mr. Victor.” Lucien was confident that he could deceive a doctor and have the doctor believe that although the injury could not be cured shortly, it would not be a life risk.

...

After more than a week, in the middle of the Month of Flower. In the concert hall on the fifth floor of the Musicians' Association.

”How many times do I have to tell you, Fabbrini?!” Lucien pretended that he was a bit out of control, ”Why do you keep making mistakes here?”

Fabbrini looked at Lucien's pale face and hurriedly explained, with tears in his eyes, ”Mr. Evans… This part's too challenging… I need… need more practice…”