[Phantom of the Opera] Devil's Beauty

Hearing this, Odell was flustered for a moment, because his tone was too cold and meaningless, as if it was not for fame or profit, but to prove a known truth.What is he trying to prove?What can he prove?Thinking of this, she quickly calmed down again, feeling that he was playing tricks.

She can be sure that this person copied her song.Otherwise, it cannot be explained at all. He is an ancient man in the [-]th century who wrote modern style music.If that's not plagiarism, then what is?

Although she can't compose, she has listened to a lot of music.In the age of the information explosion, music exists in any scene, any place, and any medium, even if it is just a short video of tens of seconds.Even if she is an elementary school student with no appreciation level, she can still hear the difference between modern music and classical music, not to mention that she once set up a "classical music beautiful girl" persona.

Audrey put the violin aside, crossed her legs, sat gracefully on the highest point, and said sarcastically, "Okay, please clarify. I'd like to see how you can 'clarify'."

Affected by her, many people cast mocking glances at Eric.Eric walked straight to the only piano in the hall as if he hadn't seen it, and asked in a low voice, "Can you lend me one."

The pianist immediately stepped aside and made a "please" gesture in a leisurely manner.To be able to occupy the right to use the piano for a long time in Audrey's salon, his identity, vision, and strength are all impressive.Odell said that Eric's "Nightingale" plagiarized her, he actually had doubts in his heart, but he and Eric were not related, and the style of "Nightingale" was really similar to Audrey, so he didn't stand up say.After all, there was no point in offending Duke Clayton behind Audrey for a specious idea.Therefore, he chose to be a spectator cheerfully, not saying a word about the whole plagiarism incident.

Eric lowered his eyes and nodded slightly: "Thank you."

He lifted the hem of his black coat, sat down in front of the piano, and tried the sound of the piano.From this gesture alone, the pianist concludes that the other party is a performer as good as himself.

The piano is different from the violin. The threshold of the violin is high, and you can tell at a glance whether the musician is an expert. Everyone can play the sound, so it is difficult to tell whether a person is good at the piano at a glance.

But the pianist thinks that his eyesight is different from others. He has been a student of Liszt, so he can naturally distinguish the difference between a pianist and a pianist.Eric treats the keys with such lightness that no novice can learn after practicing a hundred or a thousand times. Only a master who has been immersed in the piano for a long time will have this kind of momentum.Thinking of this, the pianist couldn't help looking at Eric with a bit of respect, and his desire to see a joke faded a lot.

Odell's eyesight is not as good as this pianist's, and she can't see the way out of a sitting posture.Seeing Eric sitting there, looking at the black and white keys without saying a word, thinking he was putting on airs, he couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

The next second, the piano sounded, but it was not the "Nightingale" that was suspected of plagiarism, but a piece she published half a year ago.This song used to be the ending song of a popular TV series, and it became popular in the streets and alleys. Even kindergarten children couldn't help but babble along to sing along.After looking at the system panel and copying the score, she hired a good orchestrator and paired it with a suitable instrument. It was widely spread in the upper class. Now as long as there is a concert in a salon, it will be added to the repertoire. on this song.

Odell didn't know what he meant by playing this piece of music, and tried her best to maintain a contemptuous sneer.

After one song ends, another one starts again, all of which are her most popular songs this year.Small-scale discussions sounded in the hall, and several composers looked up at her from time to time, as if they had heard the clue.

What are they thinking?

What did they hear?

Odell had obvious goosebumps on the back of her hands and the back of her neck.She didn't know what Eric's purpose in playing these pieces was, and she didn't know anything about composition. The reason why she dared to plagiarize pop songs was because she firmly believed that classical music was completely different from pop music, otherwise she would be "a beautiful girl with classical music". "How can the character set attract so many fans?

Until now, she still remembers what a fan said on a certain music platform: "I like Audrey because she is the only star in this world who insists on herself. I am a freak who likes classical music. In my While listening to Mozart, my classmates were shaking their heads while listening to Eminem's rap; while I was listening to Mr. Gould playing Bach, my classmates were discussing how long Taylor Swift's new boyfriend would last; When my heart was ups and downs, my classmate was learning from Nicki Minaj. The complicated and gorgeous tunes of classical music are destined not to gain a place in this impetuous Internet age. The girls who can like classical music are all girls with noble taste. The same goes for Dale, she can always insist on loving classical music, and it’s really not easy for her to stay away from pop music. I hope everyone can come and like her, it’s really not a loss!”

This comment attracted her many fans, and she also increasingly believed that pop music and classical music are two kinds of music.When she traveled to the nineteenth century and accumulated a large fortune through popular music, she still secretly laughed in her heart for a long time, thinking that these aristocrats had terrible taste, and they could even listen to pop music with such relish.

The appearance of "Nightingale" made her doubt her life.At first she thought that another time traveler had come, but after listening to it a few times, she realized something was wrong, and many places were similar to her song.In addition, the singer of this song is Bai Lanzhi, so she plagiarized without even thinking about it.

But looking at the current situation, it seems to be a little different from what she imagined...

Why do those people in the audience want to look at her?What's wrong with her songs?Aren't pop and classic two distinct styles?Why can ancient people like them hear something strange, but she can't?

One after another of the questions floated up and burst like boiling water bubbles, Odell's heart was overwhelmed, and she almost couldn't keep the smile on her face.

I don't know how long it has passed—it seems like only a few minutes, and it seems like a century has passed, Eric finally finished playing her piece, and those inexplicable, chasing eyes finally disappeared.She breathed a sigh of relief, and heard him continue playing "Nightingale".

As soon as the prelude to "Nightingale" sounded, she relaxed.That's right, she was not mistaken, some passages of "Nightingale" are very similar to hers, as long as anyone with ears can hear it, even if he plays these few pieces repeatedly, it can't change his imitation Facts for reference.

Thinking of this, Odell was completely relaxed.She beckoned the waiter to come and ordered a cup of hot tea.Smelling the scent of tea, her racing heartbeat gradually calmed down, and she regained her confident look.

At the end of the music, she looked at Eric with a half-smile in the eyes of a clown's funny performance, as if to say: If you have any other tricks, use them.

He played all of her pieces briefly, and "Nightingale" is almost finished. Now that he is sitting in front of the piano, his posture seems to be calm and composed, but in fact, he is at the end of his rope, right?

She has plenty of time, and loyal fans are all over the hall. When he has nothing to play, someone will naturally stand up to help her criticize him for his hypocrisy and grandstanding.At that time, if she doesn't need to do it herself, he will be scolded by her fans so that he can't hold his head up.

Odell smiled, waited, and blew on the white mist of the hot tea, and the next moment, her leisurely smile froze on her face.

After "Nightingale" ended, Eric played the next piece without hesitation, and this piece was a thousand times more familiar than hers - he played Beethoven's "C Minor" Fifth Symphony, also known as the Symphony of Destiny.

The popularity and popularity of this song are not comparable to her popular music at all. As long as you write the rhythm "short-short-short-long" at the beginning of it, even if there is no hint or accompaniment, it will make you feel instantly Think of the name of this song.

Odell almost failed to grab the teacup in her hand.Why did he play this song?What does this piece have to do with those pop music?

She finally panicked, an ominous premonition hit her heart, and her palms were soaked with cold sweat.At this moment, she really wanted to go back to modern times, find a classroom, and study music theory and music history systematically again.Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to understand the answer if others put it in front of her eyes.But at this time, she forgot what she said, and she could only bite the bullet and endure the burning sensation like frying fire under the watchful eyes of everyone, waiting for him to finish playing.

It was also at this time that she dared not underestimate the wisdom of the ancients.This "Symphony No. [-] in C Minor" made her lose her mind, and every tense nerve seemed to be hit hard by the hammer. In an instant, she suddenly understood Beethoven's hesitation, struggle and pain when he was deaf. ...

After a long while, the Symphony of Destiny finally came to an end. Before Odell could take a long breath, Bach's "Goldberg Variations" sounded again.She shuddered, and wanted to stand up suddenly, and shouted angrily, "There is no end."

But she couldn't, she could only force a smile and listen to him continue playing as if nothing had happened. "Gothenburg Variations" was originally a lullaby for the earl, but it sounded in her ears at the moment, but it was as sharp and piercing as a lullaby.She really can't take it anymore, can't he just say something if he has something to say?Do you have to pop up one by one?

When Pachelbel's "Canon in D Major" sounded, Odell's expression was already numb, and she saw someone discussing in a low voice: "Many of Odell's compositions do use the technique of canon, and this method of creation seems simple. , actually requires a very broad knowledge. Composers must travel to many places and listen to many folk ditties with their own ears before they can compose them.”

"That's right, the difficulty of Canon lies in how to create a piece of music with a few notes... How to arrange these notes, how to arrange chords, and how to design variations are all difficulties... The reason why I admire Odile is because of her Her vision and insight are really not like a woman who stays at home."

People around nodded frequently and cast appreciative glances at Odell.

In the past, Odell must have enjoyed the pursuit of these people very much, but now she feels that the eyes of these people are sharp arrows piercing her body fiercely.It turns out that it is so uncomfortable to get appreciation for something that is not my own.Her mind was in a mess, and she didn't know where to start thinking: Isn't Canon a piece of music?Why did they say it was a technique, and that she had used this technique many times in her songs...how could she not know?

At this moment, she completely forgot that she was not the author of those songs at all, so naturally she would not know what techniques were used in those songs.

After all the pieces were played, there was thunderous applause.Regardless of whether Eric copied Odell or not, his playing level is worthy of recognition, and some good people ran up and gave him a bouquet of delicate flowers.He was slightly stunned, and handed it to Bai Lanzhi casually, not noticing that after receiving the flowers, Bai Lanzhi's ears turned red.

After the applause stopped, he carelessly brushed away the petals that fell on the keys, and said in a moderate voice: "The above is my clarification. Ms. Odell, I just used the same technique as you, you Accusing me of plagiarism is too domineering. According to you, Bach, Beethoven, Pachelbel and other masters also copied your music?"

Odell froze in place, her face turned red and turned white, as if she had been slapped hard.Now she just wants to go back to the day when she wrote the article and slap herself a few times.If you scold Bai Lanzhi, you can scold Bai Lanzhi, why do you scold Eric who is next to her, this kick hit the iron plate, it really hurts.

Seeing her not speaking for a long time, as if she had nothing to say, some people in the audience gradually showed doubts, some looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would give a strong counterattack, and some people always believed in her talent and said without thinking. He blurted out: "So what if Ms. Odell used Canon's technique? Her songs are obviously derived from Canon and are higher than Canon. Even if you didn't copy her, you must have borrowed her technique. You don't know that. Will you deny it?"

Audrey's eyes were twisted, and his lips trembled even more. Hearing what this music fan said, he almost wanted to run down and sew his mouth shut.If it weren't for the fact that there are no fan circles in this era, she would almost suspect that this person is her black fan!

Eric chuckled twice, and unhurriedly threw a powerful bomb: "I forgot to say, I came here not only to clarify for myself, but also to hear Ms. Odell's clarification." .”

Speaking of this, he casually played a piece of Odile's music, which just happened to be a relatively soothing and low-pitched tune, which made the atmosphere a bit dignified: "I suspect that these pieces are not original by Ms. Ms. O'Dell gave a detailed explanation."

These words were like a drop of water splashed into the boiling oil pan, the scene became chaotic in an instant, and pairs of shocked, suspicious, or angry eyes looked at him.A music fan said angrily: "Mr., even if Ms. Audrey slandered you, you don't have to pour this pot of dirty water back, right? This is really ungentlemanlike!"

"Yes, Ms. Odell's style of music is unique. Even if you list a few pieces that use the canon technique, it doesn't mean anything. You know, the reason why geniuses are called geniuses is because their ideas are unconstrained and unconstrained. Just like not all playwrights are familiar with play techniques, Ms. Odell may not know that her songs use Canon techniques!"

This music fan is not a fool, he could see Odell's uneasiness, but no matter what he didn't want to believe that the goddess of music on top of his heart would plagiarize, so he had to say so self-deceivingly.What he didn't know was that his words also greatly relieved Odell's inner bewilderment and anxiety.While listening to the fans' arguments, she nodded her head repeatedly, thinking that what he said was very reasonable.She had a colleague before, although she sang very beautifully, she had never learned vocal music specifically, and she couldn't tell her skills.Her breath and singing can be said to be natural, which has attracted many diehard fans.How similar her current situation is to that colleague!

Her idea is not unreasonable, but she forgot one point, which is also the most important point. Her colleagues have real materials, but she does not.

"Really." Eric smiled lightly, "I have a game here, whether it is a real skill or not, you will know once you try it, it depends on whether Ms. Odell dares to play with me."

The corners of his mouth were hooked contemptuously, and his eyes were quite provocative.

Audrey's fans were outraged:

"As a gentleman, is it really okay to target a woman like this?"

"Of course Ms. Odell has real talents, but I'm afraid you don't!"

"Ms. Odell, we will be your most solid supporters, don't be afraid, show this arrogant person some color!"

"Too much deception, really too much deception! Originally, he imitated your style of music first, but now he accuses you of plagiarism. I have never seen such a shameless person!"

A wave of solidarity is a powerful blow.air.gun, filling up the confidence that Odell had missed.Listening to their shouts and looking at their eager eyes, she gradually became convinced that she was a talented, knowledgeable, and extraordinary woman.The cold sweat on her forehead miraculously evaporated, her lips stopped trembling, and her back slowly straightened.Besides, she still has the system as her hole card. There are thousands of songs in the system for her to use. She can also let the system temporarily take over her body and play four different songs. Is it great?She already belongs to the existence of God in the music industry of this era, and no one can defeat her!

I don't know what happened to Canon?What's wrong if you can't tell Le Li?As long as she keeps creating music, even if she is illiterate and illiterate, she will be regarded as a unparalleled genius by this group of music fans.

Thinking of this, she smiled with peace of mind: "Tell me, what kind of game is it? I'll just play it with you."

Eric took one look at her, then looked away from her.He put away the slight smile on his lips, revealing the cold and strong aura before: "It's very simple. Both sides choose one person, press four notes randomly on the piano, and then according to the four notes Improvise a piece. Whoever has the most memorable piece wins."

Four notes, improvised into a tune.

It sounds very simple, as long as you match the appropriate chords and play the four notes repeatedly, it seems to be a decent piano piece.But is it really that simple?As early as the ancient Greek period, Pythagoras was exploring why music is pleasant to the ear. He calculated the harmony ratio of music based on the well-ordered intervals.In other words, there are mathematical laws for the harmony and sound of music, and it cannot be just pressed casually.Some musicians who love Bach have spent their whole lives studying the mysteries of Bach's counterpoint.Music wants to be pleasing to the ear, and it wants to be beautiful, it is really not as simple as imagined.Generally, composers either use musical forms rigidly like mathematicians, or they travel almost all over Europe, listening to them all the way, and cultivating a sense of music that is inclusive of all rivers.

Music fans heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this request.They knew better than anyone else that Odell might not be able to do anything else, but her musicality was top-notch.After all, if she didn't have a great sense of music, she would not be able to create so many popular songs.

They all looked at her expectantly, hoping that she would confidently agree and slap this arrogant musician in the face.They didn't realize that the goddess in their minds was sweating profusely, with trembling fingers.

"Ms. Odell, how are you thinking?" Eric asked again casually.

"I...I..." Now she could only slap her swollen face to pretend to be fat, and took it bravely, "It's such a simple game, if you want to play, of course I will play with you."

She took a few deep breaths and forced a calm smile: "You first or me first?"

Eric didn't care about the sequence: "I'll go first."

Audrey could only pray in her heart that this Eric would not be able to compose a qualified song. As long as the song he improvised did not meet the aesthetics of her fans, she believed that these fans would be able to spit at each other without her doing anything. drown him.

She looked around and casually pointed to a fan: "Just him."

The music fan immediately stood up excitedly, ran to the piano, and pressed four keys indiscriminately.He deliberately picked four notes that are extremely far apart, not to mention using these four notes to compose music, you may not be able to hear these four notes in other songs.He showed Odell an expression of resignation, and vowed that Eric would be stumped by these four notes.

If it was a composer with mediocre talent who faced these four notes, he might really be scratching his head.But Eric's talent is obviously not ordinary. He didn't need the help of music scores and quills at all. After thinking for a while, he had a preliminary outline of the music in his mind.

The music fan pressed two high-pitched notes, one mid-pitched note, and one low-pitched note, which seemed to have nothing to do with each other, let alone compose a piece of music, even if they were pressed one by one, it would be jarring.Everyone whispered to each other, thinking that Eric was doomed.

Audrey also thought so. She smiled approvingly at the music fans, and she was very grateful in her heart. Fortunately, the music fans were witty, otherwise they would almost have overturned.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, the piano sounded!

Under the control of his bony fingers, the two high-pitched notes turned into two clear and crisp bells.Obviously only the intensity and rhythm of pressing the keys have changed, but it gives people a completely new feeling, as if it is no longer those two harsh high-pitched notes.Is this man really a pianist?Or a magician who came here to tease everyone?

Then, the alto and bass notes were transformed into dominant seventh chords, and the main melody continued to evolve, loop, and expand. There was a faint magnificence belonging to a symphony, an unpredictable but simple and easy-to-understand piece of music, just like this It was played with ease.Those two high-pitched notes were originally the shackles that restricted his creation, but in his hands, they turned into an unforgettable ding-dong bell.After the song was over, the two high-pitched notes were still ringing in everyone's ears, buzzing, buzzing, and they couldn't get rid of it even if they wanted to shake their heads.

Odell was stunned. When she heard the four notes, she was also thinking about how to make them into a tune.She doesn't know how to compose music, and she couldn't think of it after thinking for a long time. She couldn't help comforting herself, these four notes are so far apart, unless she is a genius, she can only stare at these four notes in a daze.

She didn't think Eric was a genius.How rare is the chance of a genius appearing? She just scolded anyone in the newspaper?

The result is really scolded!The music stopped, and even she who knew nothing about composition had to admit that this Eric is a genius, this is a genius composition, a genius adaptation.

It was also at this time that she truly and thoroughly realized that people in the nineteenth century were neither stupid nor stupid, they were all real people, among them were geniuses and fools, and she was too arrogant before up!

Listening to the two buzzing notes beside her ears, Odell's cold sweat became more and more violent, her hands and feet were cold and numb, and her heartbeat became faster and faster.Facing the expectant, admiring, or suspicious gazes around her, she wished she could turn into a wisp of air, go into the cracks in the ground, and find a place where no one was around to escape from reality.

What was wrong with her back then?Isn't it good to only scold Blanche?What are you scolding this Eric for?She didn't write these songs, so what does it matter to her whether he copied it or not?Odell regretted so much that she wished she could bang her head against the wall, her scalp tightened up and down, and her body and mind seemed to be tormented as if she had been thrown into a frying pan.

She was so embarrassed that she was about to explode, her back was sweating profusely, and her body was so weak that she could be pushed to the ground with one finger.What she didn't expect was that even though she was showing weakness like this, they still didn't let her go, suppressed her, and stepped on her head to watch her laugh.

Bai Lanzhi walked out. Compared with Odell, who was blushing and had a thick neck, she had clear eyes, fair skin, and a beautiful and clean appearance, as if she was a transparent elf fleeting in the ice and snow.

She looked at Audrey with a smile on her face.Normally, Odell would have stared back condescendingly, but she was still trapped in the vortex of being questioned by Eric, and she didn't have enough confidence to look at Bai Lanzhi.For a moment, without words, one can tell at a glance who is the dirty sludge and who is the rotten filth.

Bai Lanzhi's eyes were gently bent, but without any warmth.She asked seriously, "Ms. Odell, can you still play that game? If you can't, you should listen to my clarification."

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