718 The Wrong Person (1/2)

Years later, the Psalm Hall looked the same luxury and magnificent. The architecture style was very different from that of Rentato.

In the hall, the waiter was welcoming the nobles and musicians here for tonight's concert. When it was getting closer to the time for the concert to begin, he was getting less busy, so he could finally feel a bit relieved.

For an ordinary citizen like him, being a waiter in the Psalm Hall was a rare opportunity. If he did a good job, he might get a better job offer from a noble or a musician. Therefore, he was very careful with every single word he said and every single movement he did tonight.

Seeing that some young popular musicians were adjusting their bow ties and walking toward the backstage, he was feeling even more relaxed now. Every week, there was a concert in the Psalm Hall, and rarely were there spare seats left. However, the crazy, grand occasions that he once saw seven or eight years ago never happened again.

Seven or eight years ago, he was only a teenage boy, but he could never forget how the young musician's music works made the entire city crazy.

He wondered if people in other countries were as crazy about music. His elder brother kept telling him that people in Aalto loved music because they had nothing else to do.

The waiter thought to himself, But for ordinary people, what else could they do for entertainment?

Suddenly, he heard the bell ringing. A pumpkin coach arrived in front of the gate.

The waiter was surprised to see a pumpkin coach, but somehow, he felt that it was okay for a pumpkin coach to be here.

Before he could think much, a gentleman in a black tuxedo got off the coach. He then helped a lady in a long, purple dress to get off.

”Madam and sir, are you here for Mr. Francisco's concert?” asked the waiter respectfully.

”Yes, please. We need two seats,” said Lucien calmly.

The waiter turned around and led them into the hall. He felt that he had forgotten something important. For example, did they have tickets? For example, why could they just ask for two seats in front of the concert hall?

”Why pumpkin coach?” Natasha was amused by how Lucien took her here.

Lucien rubbed his chin. ”Don't you feel it's like a fairy tale?”

Then he turned to look at the Psalm Hall and sighed. ”In fact, I'm more familiar with the stage than the audience seats.”

”… I never performed here.” Natasha also felt a bit regretful. As a princess, she could not.

The waiter found two armchairs and put them in the last row. The musicians sitting in the last row did not care.

As soon as Lucien and Natasha sat down, the concert started. The musician tonight was Mr. Francisco. He was wearing a fine black tuxedo tonight. He first bowed to the VIP seats, and after that, the rest of the audience.

He had straight nose and thin lips, and his cheekbones were a bit high. He had the very typical look of people from the Holy Heilz Empire. And he was still quite young.

”I was always there. See, that's Mr. Victor, Mr. Othello, Franz…” said Natasha.

Lucien also recognized Elena, Grace, and Felicia. He smiled and said, ”They could never imagine that I would be here in the same hall with them for the same concert.”

Again, Lucien had no plan to meet them.

Francisco picked up his baton. Lucien and Natasha instantly stopped chatting and started enjoying the music. According to the list, this was a piece of symphony called Growth.

Starting from the music scores that were full of suspicion and questions, the melody slowly turned more and more cheerful, which presented the audience a picture of youth and love.

In the melody, every listener revisited their childhood, adolescence, and first love, and then the music scores and musical instruments started getting sharper and more intense. As the pitch rose, the music was like a storm that dragged every single listener back into their most depressing and painful memories.

However, after the storm, the sky had become more clear and blue, and the sun had become even brighter. It was telling the audience that the pain and sufferings would finally go away, and one's life could only become richer with these sufferings and pain.

When the peaceful life reached its limit, the playing of flute was replaced by the confident march, indicating the upcoming challenge.

”Very good, but different from a traditional symphony,” Natasha applauded and commented.

Lucien smiled. Such a branch in the symphony in Aalto had finally come into being.

”Single movement symphony. It's more like a poem. While traditional symphony values structure, it is free and focuses on its central idea…”

The musician sitting in front of them heard their conversation and turned around. ”You don't know the symphonic poem? Mr. Francisco created it! Did you two just come from somewhere else? This is the most heated music topic in Aalto recently.”