It is for the time being a one-movement symphonic poem, and bears only the latter title.

A few others did start to fall asleep, but Commander Walter couldn't sleep at all.

He has too many things, and there are also some "bad things" included in them.

All in all, he felt very guilty for the next two days.

——The tour date was tight, so the teacher and two junior sisters prepared the works for him overnight, but by the time he officially walked into the rehearsal hall, it was already the morning of August 13th, the day of the performance.

There's no other reason than that those guys are just too difficult to coordinate.

Walter swore that he had maximized his authority as a permanent commander in lobbying.

But it took him two full days from persuading the music director and the hospital, to submitting an application for reproducing the repertoire and posters, to sending the parts to each musician.

In particular, he completely couldn't understand why he couldn't rehearse first, but had to go through all the layers of reporting and administrative procedures first.

Moreover, the repertoire of the performance was not even changed at the end!

What we are rehearsing now is a band encore song that "takes too long"!

Walter has already taken the stage with his baton, and the musicians in the rehearsal hall have already taken their places, but there are seven or eight additional gentlemen sitting on both sides of the wall, including the music director, the chief patron and the hospital's superiors.

He was holding the score with his legs crossed, waiting to listen to it.

Yes, an audition.

It takes too long. If the trial rehearsal doesn’t work, the return performance will have to go according to the original plan.

Those musicians who "joined a group" in Tia City in order to expand their staff would have to pay for their hard work from their own private pockets.

When Walter looked around at the musicians adjusting their condition, he glanced at the music director from the corner of his eye. He always felt that the old man's expression looked like he had seen a ghost.

I really saw a ghost. The permanent conductor said that "the teacher wrote a very effective symphonic poem", and the name was actually called "Poem of Awakening"?

"Obviously, they don't have sufficient inner auditory imagination, otherwise they wouldn't be staring at the title all the time." Walter shook his head silently with some pity.

What kind of qualifications are you pretending to be?

These people should understand that if they are mediocre in their old age and have no accumulation at all, then their age is not a capital that allows them to "teach" young people at will. On the contrary, it should be a disadvantage that will cause them to be eliminated.

Walter took a deep breath, calmed down the distracting thoughts in his heart, and sent a simple preparatory prompt to the direction of the brass part.

His arms are stretched out very long and his shoulders are open to express a strong and powerful expression.

"Buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz-buzz!..."
Chapter completed!