295 Feedback and Expectation (1/2)

Chapter 295: Feedback and Expectation

Translator: Kris_LiuEditor: Vermillion

Lucien bowed to the audience in the warm applause for nine times, and then went back to the backstage to prepare for the ending symphony, the most important symphony piece of tonight's concert.

On the municipal square, people were still immersed in the great nostalgia. An old man in his late sixties said to a stranger next to him to let off his emotion, ”Maybe you don't know, but I'm from the Kingdom of Shaq. That's a country in the south part of the continent, close to the Federation of the Free Cities. We have the great navy, and I was in the navy, too, fighting against the pirates… The thing in Aalto that I'm the most unhappy with is that the liquor here is not strong at all, not even close to the liquor called Peled in my hometown. When you take a sip of it, the burning feeling in your throat and stomach is just… I cannot describe it with my words. Also, we have a special kind of white wine made from the grapes growing in the high mountains. No one who's ever tried it can forget the sweet and refreshing taste. But only Count Lucio and the king could enjoy the wine… You know how I got the chance to taste it? It was on Count Lucio's wedding. At that time, I was a guard, and I was lucky to find some of the wine left in the glass… Come on… don't go. Just let me finish. You know the pork paste made in Lucio? Also we have goat cheese, the best honey and roasted lamb… Girls in Lucio are like glowing flowers and they are as passionate as fire! They like brave guys who can beat bulls…”

The middle-aged man was not interested at all. Slightly shaking his head, he felt quite bothered, since he also missed his own hometown.

The old man did not know what to do after the middle-aged man took a few steps away from him. Then, he started to murmur to himself, ”I haven't mentioned the small house I have in the countryside in Lucio. The green vines must be covering the entire wall, and the light yellow flowers are more beautiful than any other flowers. The floor in the corner must be crooked now, but I cannot go back to fix it…”

The old man had been away from his hometown for more than thirty years. He was afraid that he would die on his way back to his hometown.

His voice became deeper and deeper. Tears came out of the corner of his eyes. He kept asking himself, ”Go back? Shall I go back?”

Then, suddenly, he made up his mind. His fists forcefully waved and said out loud, ”I'm going back!”

Glinton was a bit startled and asked, ”Are you alright?”

The old man grinned, ”Yes! I'm going home!”

His face was glowing.

Then he added, ”Before I die, it is such a great blessing that I have the chance to listen to this symphony here from Mr. Evans. This is a masterpiece as a combination of folk music and symphony! After I get back home, I think I'm gonna miss Mr. Lucien Evans and his great music pieces!”

Glinton hurriedly nodded and agreed, ”You're definitely right! When the first movement came out, I was a bit hesitant. I wasn't sure how to comment on it. But after listening to the second movement, I can say it for sure that New Country Symphony is more than just outstanding. It's going to be a classic masterpiece! Maybe just this little behind Symphony of Fate…”

Glinton used his two fingers to suggest how close New Country Symphony was to Symphony of Fate. In his mind, Glinton still preferred the latter, probably because he could always go back home from time to time.

Then Glinton sighed, ”I wonder what kind of symphony can be used as the ending piece if even New Country Symphony isn't qualified.”

It was totally within people's expectation that Fate was played at the very beginning, because it represented Lucien's past accomplishment, however, in their mind, they felt that this masterpiece, New Country Symphony, was totally enough for being the ending piece of the symphony, but it was not.

The old man smiled, ”Maybe it's even better than New Country Symphony. I believe in Mr. Evans.”

”Me, too.” Glinton turned to look at the crystal wall again.

They were not alone. People were waiting for the ending piece with the great expectation and the belief in the young musician in their mind.

...

In the Psalm Hall.

Elena wiped off her tears and said to Felicia in a low voice, ”I can tell how much Lucien missed his hometown, relatives, and friends in the past three years. The feelings are so real in the music, and the true feelings are beyond touching.”

Felicia's eyes also looked a bit red from her tears, ”It reminded me of my trip with Mr. Victor. At first, I did not feel much, but after a month, I started to miss my parents and my bedroom like crazy. I tried to turn this emotion into music, so I wrote the piano piece you heard. But it can never be compared to Lucien's presentation. His music has greatly inspired me again… Maybe, maybe I started to admire Lucien…”

As a student who studied music with Lucien together in Victor's class, although Felicia was surprised and even shocked for a few times with Lucien's talent and the music pieces he wrote, and she also respected him as a great musician, she never felt this admiration in her heart right now.

”Me, too.” Elena smiled.

Felicia put her right hand in front of her chest and said, ”Let's wait for the last piece of symphony. Let's admire Lucien even more!”