It took him ten years before he released a symphony. He was not sure whether this premiere would be successful or not, whether it would be discredited or praised.
Fate played a huge joke on him - a musician lost his precious hearing. And now, this deaf musician still has to personally direct the music he composed. The previous rehearsal was always messed up in some complicated places. What will happen today?
Carl, is his only relative in this world, said to be a nephew, he regarded him as a son, doted on him in every possible way, and his love almost suffocated Carl. Knowing that he doesn't love music, he still insists that he is the most gifted musical prodigy in the world; knowing that he visits again and again just to borrow money, he still regards himself as Carl's most respected and beloved person; knowing that he took the money to go Just addicted to gambling, knowing that his heart is also very painful, he still tolerates this ignorant child, pretending to be confused, cheating for a moment of happiness... Saving money for a long time, to hold the first recital for Carl, But he was stolen by his jealous nephew, and made it clear that he didn't want to hold any concerts at all; his heart had been completely hurt, but he still forced a cheerful exhortation: Remember to come to my uncle's concert——
Until this moment, in the last second before going on stage, the child he loved the most and hurt him the most, did not come to the theater. "He must be sick, and if he can come, he will come." Until that moment, he was still deceiving himself.
"I can't be alone, I can't coordinate the whole orchestra."
So Anna Hotz took to the stage, hiding where only he could see, helping him beat the beat, prompting the evolution of the rhythm.
The performance begins.
Looking at each other, nodding knowingly. A pair of hands, female hands, dancing gently, gracefully and softly. The other hand, the hand holding the baton, waved lightly with some hesitation and some unconfidence.
Music plays. Like a stream flowing through the jungle, lively and cheerful; like a breeze blowing through the treetops, gentle and soft; like a spring illuminating the earth, warm and sweet. People sit and listen, gradually intoxicated, their bodies and minds seem to be bathed in the tenderness and sweetness of the musical notes, stretching, feeling at ease, and not knowing where they are.
He regained confidence in her eyes, and gradually merged with his own music - he was no longer the helpless old man behind the stage, he was high-spirited, handsome and confident, he is the world today and will be the world in the future. He is dedicating his wisdom and talent to the most shocking and different musical work of the past - "Ninth Symphony"!
The strong and loud baritone sounded, the clear and tactful soprano sounded, the neat and melodious chorus sounded, and the melody of "Ode to Joy" appeared at intervals, or soft and elegant, or bright and cheerful, or impassioned, or like a storm. The mind is full, feeling the majesty and heroic overwhelming. The music and the vocals are perfectly combined, she is intoxicated and can't help but sing softly behind the band; he is also intoxicated, he can't appreciate the outstanding works he has created with his ears, but his heart is kissing each and every one. One note, every note flowing and gushing out of his surging mind!
The performance ends in the most splendid place. His face was flushed and sweating profusely, he was panting heavily, his brows furrowed, but there was still no sound in his ears. There seemed to be a whistling wind passing by, and his world was still silent. In fact, the applause had already sounded like thunder, and all the audience stood up to pay tribute to this great son of music. At Anna's gesture, he turned around, and only then did he realize that the performance was a great success.
"Master...wonderful...sounds of nature...sacred..." The incoherent praise and enthusiastic applause made him smile like a child with surprise and joy. He saluted gracefully, and then shouted at her ecstatically: "Anna Hotz! We did it! We did it!"
Eyes above the top, arrogant, arrogant, just the music brought him The appearance of not being despised, in his bones, he can also be gentle, humble, and frank with his cowardice, helpless like a child, and needs a pair of female hands, care, guidance, and bring him close to God - the father of all people far away in the kingdom of heaven .
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