And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【She·Pianist】

One cannot step into the same river twice, this is a philosophical question, which was raised by Heraclitus as early as BC;

But it's a real problem that one can trip over the same rock twice, and it's currently hitting Aurora straight with no turns at all.

Even holding three "absolutely fine" letters of recommendation can't keep her calm, which makes her more uneasy than her first stage performance.Aurora prolongs the breathing interval, allowing the heart to slowly return to its normal beating frequency.

The middle-aged man in front of him is nothing to be afraid of.He was neither ugly nor ferocious, he just smiled like that - the girl couldn't describe a man's smile, obviously a smile was the easiest to dispel the bad feelings at first sight, but his smile made her shudder.

Not for the first time.

Aurora remembered this man's voice.

The bad first impression of the Paris Music Association is all about him.

"Good day, sir. Yes, I am coming."

The girl spoke calmly, with no sadness or joy on her face, but simply responded to the other party's greeting.

"Hmm, you came this time... because of the 'accidentally lost letter of recommendation', was it finally found in the crevice of some drawer?"

The middle-aged man smirked and leaned forward, pretending to be concerned. After seeing Aurora's dodge of catching traces, there was a hint of gloom in his smile.

"Innocent and lovely lady, if you still don't have those little golden envelopes, I will definitely let you leave with regret."

"They don't need to shine, sir, I think the plain paper will do."

The middle-aged man glanced at the girl's raised hand, and she unfolded three letters with her fingertips.

The chuckle disappeared from his face in an instant, and he frowned slightly, staring at the small piece of paper without saying a word.

"Are you sure?"

"Sir, I'm sure--I know your time is precious, and I'm not going to waste your time."

I knew from the beginning that meeting this acquaintance would make things difficult.After the initial shock, Aurora has found her rhythm.

She even had a normal heart and counterattacked him with a smile on her face.

Perhaps, the girl's confidence has something to do with someone.

Before Aurora's eyes floated the appearance of the fiancé when he handed these three letters to her early this morning at sunrise.

His tweed coat was stained with tiny droplets of water, and he must have been standing there before dawn.The autumn morning dew in the air especially liked this quiet young man. When the girl saw him, he was covered in broken diamonds.

François had never been in good health.Aurora blamed him for not caring that she should have knocked on the door earlier, and at the same time brushed his hair and dusted off the crystals from his clothes—this man couldn't turn a corner, and he didn't know where to go even though his carriage was parked by the driveway. Wait in the car.

All the nagging of the girl was choked in his throat when he took out the third letter of recommendation.

Letter of recommendation from Chopin.

Can you imagine?The whole world loves Chopin for thousands of miles, and she is lucky enough to have such an honor.

"Well, Tofranz made it, it's not difficult, you know... they have a good relationship. Aurora, I think, you should like it? Hope it can support you to become 'a pianist'."

"Yes... François, I like it very much."

The girl who should have been so excited that she screamed or fainted was not excited.

She just felt that there was more warmth in her eyes, and the young man in front of her was a fool.

The letters gradually became clear in sight, and Aurora withdrew from her memory and handed the three letters over.

She will no longer be timid, only sincerely for someone named Francois.

……

The middle-aged man casually took over the girl's delusion, please allow him this word, because he already knew the outcome of the matter.

He will not pass her application for certification.

Whether it is a musician or a pianist, this is a man's business.A woman only needs to be able to play the piano with one or two hands, and it is good to be able to show off her talents in the salon. Moreover, this lady is so young, even if she can switch genders on the spot, he will test it.

There are as many "pianists" who want to pursue their dreams in Paris as there are weeds in the Seine River. Too many young people have wasted his time. After all, no one is Liszt and Chopin.Female pianist?Think of Miss Vic [2], and the closest you can look at Mrs. Pleyel. What girl can have such a background?

The middle-aged man began to open the letter with little interest.

Oh, looking at these sticky note-like papers, he no longer has any expectations for the contents inside.

The paper on the top is not bad, probably the one with the highest status in it.

With a shake of his hand, the paper spread out, and his gaze casually glanced at... the signature.

Pu, Pleyel?

The man closed his eyes and opened them again, the black and white words were not his hallucinations.

Camille Pleyel, the owner of the two largest piano manufacturers in Paris and one of the first choice concert halls for concerts, thanked this lady for a letter of recommendation?

Fake, fake——

As a well-known person in the music industry, the middle-aged man has seen many recommendation letters from this big businessman, so it should not be difficult to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Really, really that gentleman's handwriting.

He remembered that he had sent an invitation letter to Mr. Pleyel on behalf of the association, and this paper was on the businessman's desk.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath.

There are also two letters of recommendation, and these two letters are her weakness - if there are not enough musicians in the industry, he must reprimand this lady for bringing Mr. Pleyel's reputation.

Opening the letter paper, the middle-aged man could not even breathe in his nasal cavity.

——f. liszt.

It was Franz Liszt!

He grabbed the third letter in disbelief, his eyes were red with ferocious eyes, and his face was full of madness.

——f. chopin.

How is this possible? Since Chopin came from Paris, he can count on one hand the letters of recommendation he wrote in the association.

Shaking uncontrollably even while propping up on the table, the middle-aged man felt a chill behind his back.

A piano manufacturer with a lot of money, a piano genius who is highly anticipated, a salon prince who never speaks much... How can this woman in front of her be able to come up with a letter of recommendation that almost makes Paris exclaim.

If this is not enough, the recommended charter can be abolished directly from the Paris Music Association.

Crazy is dementing.

When the middle-aged man thought of the woman who had betrayed him, he couldn't help but tilt his inner balance again.

—assaulting an unmarried lady with the worst malice.

"Miss, what did you pay for this, young body? This place is sacred, and the music cannot be defiled."

The man's loud voice echoed in the hall of the association, and everyone's shocked eyes were gathered here.

"Sorry, sir, you are slandering!"

Rarely, the girl's rebuttal was restrained and angry, but it hit everyone's ears with a loud voice.

"Pleyel, Liszt, Chopin—Miss, you are a woman, how can you get recommendations from these three people?"

It was as if an underwater bomb was detonated, and the lake burst into sky-high sprays. The originally peaceful association was shocked by this news and became noisy.

"By this—my piano is the best answer."

How angry do you have to be to dry up the tears of grievance?

Music has always brought beauty and hope to Aurora.Music has always been tolerant. It is willing to share happiness with the world, and it can also listen to their sorrow.Everyone who has music in his heart, even if he only pays for his ears, will be embraced tenderly by it.

Even knowing that there are many injustices in this era, Aurora has always believed that music has its own balance.

Disputes are never suitable for music, there is no best, only the most suitable - but now, this kind of insulting discrimination has completely angered the always gentle soul.

Aurora is not afraid of any sight that falls on her, she only has the piano placed in the center of the association hall in her eyes.

It was bound by a circle of golden chains and locked on the three-story platform—it enjoyed the highest praise and was regarded as a symbol of the association, but the girl felt that it was weeping at this moment.

As a piano, it cannot be played frequently, which is the sorrow of an instrument;

As a woman, you can't be judged by your skills, which is the sorrow of musicians.

The girl no longer bowed her head, and all malice and injustice could no longer make her retreat.

She was just about to step over the chain to touch the lonely creature, but she changed her mind in an instant.She reached out and followed the chain to find its end in the side railing.The chain was welded to a small post, and she pulled the end out of her head and picked up the chain, resolutely leaving it behind.

No one can offend the majesty of the Queen.

The chains fell to the ground with a clear sound, the uncrowned queen sat alone on the piano bench, and all the officials were silent.

The seemingly weak figure reveals the gentle fingers of a woman, sliding from the first white key to the highest note.

She said: Jean, you should wake up.

The piano really woke up.

Its majestic echo smashed all male pride to the floor.

Allegro, the brilliant melody is like an epic rolling out in the hall.

The hero tied on the horseback, under the rough triplet, still has a resolute and unyielding temper, but a little allegro brings out his inner softness.Even though he was exiled and almost dying, he still struggled in the suffocation of short chromatic melodies.God forbid such a hero dies.What can't kill him can only make him rise from the fire.

Gods of music, how crazy is this playing?

They watched her swing her arms and fingers, making symphony-like sounds with a piano.She seemed to be tireless, these dense double-note legatos, and the increasingly powerful sound field made people's scalp tingle.

What kind of delicate performance is this?

Every sound is so clear, especially the soothing melody, the touch of the keys is so high-level that it is intoxicating to the bone.With ample emotional appeal and progressive expressions, every pore on the body except the ears is shouting happily.

If it wasn't for that black hair, if it wasn't for that fluffy skirt, if it wasn't for that soft hand like a willow... Everyone almost thought it was Liszt playing the piano!

This is almost a chapter that only the Hungarians can play.

This is also the devil's melody that only Liszt can write[3]-teaching all hearts to be bewitched, making all rationality crazy, and wanting to approach but can only kneel down in the breakdown of the law of notes on his stave.

The piano stopped roaring.

The girl's hand stopped in mid-air.

"You may despise me, sir, but you cannot slander those three gentlemen—they are such noble characters."

"I'm done playing. Please tell me, am I eligible for those three autographs?"

The girl's clear amber finally showed her sharpness.

"You are absolutely worthy, pianist."

The author has something to say: I just got off the train, and I am stupid to see that the app has not been updated.

Turned on the backstage... It was after I adjusted the time when I went out to throw away the manuscript box, I was not sure.

【Note op.26】

[1] Heraclitus: that is, "heraclitus", the ancient Greek philosopher.He created a philosophy of "change", which contains the thought of dialectics.

[2] Miss Vik: refers to "Clara Wik", a German female pianist and the "goddess" in the music world in the [-]th century.Vic was her original surname, but she changed it to "Schumann" after marriage.

At this time, she and the composer Robert Schumann were still a pair of fateful couples, who were forcibly separated from their lovers by their father.

[3] Devil's melody written by Liszt: This refers to the fourth song "Majepa" of Liszt's "Super Skill Etudes", especially the s.137 version.

This edition of "Majepa" is Li Zi's second edition, which is the first edition for students and is also the most difficult edition. The current "Majepa" is a work that has been reduced in difficulty from this edition.

The first edition of s.137 was in 1839, and the revision time was between 1838 and 1839.This is a private setting. When Liszt gave Ms. Ou a collection of etudes, this one was changed.