"The most dangerous intervals squeezed in with the most dangerous structure is full of this surprising, without any premonition, allowing him to constantly introduce new materials into it! It is also untitled music and the same structure attracts much attention, and this situation is absolutely impossible in classical symphony!"

As the whole symphony ends and the whole celebration is about to end, the most traditional music critics and the most radical avant-garde roar in their hearts at the same time!

The most traditional fugue, the most rebellious counterpoint and harmony.

This tone building is obviously covered with cracks in the overload, but those more dazzling glows of the new era burst out from it!

"boom!!!--"

In the final sentence, the moment the first strong attack chord exploded, the lights in the square flashed in an instant, illuminating the walls of the huge sacred sun church behind it as transparent as glass.

The audience, and even many masters, burst into tears on the spot!

Among those who are deeply touched, there are Master Neman and Master Schillings who have had a long time with Fanning, have worked a lot with him, and are very familiar with his artistic career and moral character!

"I heard the relationship between a mature man and all subjects, and I heard him crying from loneliness towards people, towards everyone, towards homeland, towards glow, and I almost saw him crawling on the ground, I heard him laughing stubbornly, and I felt him winning solemnly!"

"Cry? Maybe for the first time in my life, I cried for another person's artwork! In the first second movement, it attacked me with a strange regret, forcing me to bend my knees. For me, "Little Soft Board" can be ignored. I noticed that the use of emotions has some interference with the finale. But no matter what, the finale movement completely ignited my spirituality, and I listened to every note like swallowing!!"

When the torrent of public hymns destroyed all the dams, the audience was destined to sing loudly on the ruins. Fanning thought so and narrowed his eyes.

"Boom!——" "Boom!——"

The sound of the band's powerful attacks appeared one after another.

"boom!!!!!!"

In the last note, Fanning's right hand raised high, not like the blade that fell, but more like the seeds!

The splashing notes have since fallen into the cracks of time and space, or they may grow into a temple built with divinity in the future!

Applause and cheers rang out.

With the praise of "Master!" and "Bravo!" with very standard proportions and scales.

As Fanning turned from the podium, his eyes were again facing Pogleridge.

This person applauded as always at the end of the show.

The frequency of high-fives is moderate, straightforward and stable.

The inspectors were also applauding.

Thirty thousand square listeners, standing and listening to the citizens who spread farther, were also trying to applaud or wave their hands.

During this period, Fanning led the band to thank for several times, from the middle, to the side, and back to the middle.

When he returned to the middle, his eyes passed through the heavy heads and fell on the huge flag pattern facing him, hanging on the round table and knife markings.

The overall applause and cheer in the square went through a smooth climb and was fixed at a more enthusiastic level.

Continuous hovering and continuous surge.

Just like thick bacteria blankets, delicate spider silk, or finely crumbled dry quicksand, they are generated by each listener themselves, but after generation, they wrap themselves around.

Some applauders want to make some changes instinctively, such as increasing the clapping volume, or praising and shouting more enthusiastically at the top of their voices, etc.

It's a bit like the unprecedented explosion of "Tristan and Isolde" seven days ago. Shouldn't it be a climax now?

They did do this first, but it did not greatly improve the overall sound in the square.

Later I tried to stop my applause.

Well? Why did you stop trying to not cheer? Someone is asking yourself.

Because the significance of the premiere of this symphony must be special, whether it is from the work, from time, from meaning, or from the composer, it is the case, but the current "collection grand occasion" seems to be "not special enough", and it is even less than that of "Tristan and Isolde".

Why can't it be more explosive? Since it is not possible, is it okay to have a "cold situation"? After all, this is also considered "special".

Under such a strange thinking, some listeners stopped their hands and mouths, but the same - the overall sound wave in the square did not drop significantly.

It was very enthusiastic, extremely enthusiastic - very enthusiastic.

If you use additional words to describe it, you will be too hard.

Until 10 minutes later

The sound waves were as if they were steadily pressing on the brake pads of the car, smoothly and weakly.

This ends.

The conductor left the venue after receiving the flowers; the musicians stood up one after another; the stage lights went out, and the lighting in the rest of the area was turned on; some staff began to run up to disassemble the equipment.

Oh, yes, there was still interaction. The conductor threw three bouquets of flowers off the stage - each arousing a greater wave of sound and laughter.

Just like a stone is thrown into the water and splashes, it is inevitable and ordinary physical laws.

What a standard successful performance should look like.

It was 10:30 p.m.

According to the practice of the past, the announcement of the final results, the speeches and awards from the preparatory committee, and the speeches of the artists will begin at eleven o'clock.

Everyone stayed in the seat and didn't go anywhere.

There is really no good place to go, and I don't have the time to pay attention to anything else.

Looking around, someone was talking in private, or waiting alone to get out of sight, playing with the small objects in his hand.

This time seems to be waiting a little long and difficult.

And it was really a little longer. When the 11 o'clock ringed, there was no movement on the ceremony stage.

At the beginning of 11 o'clock, the cast and crew of the old Symphony Orchestra returned to the square to wait with other artists and citizens.

Until 11:25, the lights on the stage were on.

The square immediately became silent.

According to convention, His Majesty, the Pope, who is the host, should be the host, and the representative boss of the preparatory committee should be invited to give a speech first. The speaker this time should be Lasus of the Special Inspection Office.

Bright flowers surrounded the speech table.

But it was a man in a wheelchair who slid over with a hand-rotating rod.

Suddenly, two staff members accelerated from the other side and trotted forward.

There they temporarily turned the position of the microphone down to accommodate the height of the wheelchair - obviously, this person is not Lasse, it is a temporary change.

Without the guidance of the host, His Majesty the Pope still sat firmly in the seat below.

The man in the wheelchair arrived at the speech table and opened the speech book in his hand.

"The 40th Harvest Art Festival is coming to an end. Thank you Janus, His Majesty, the Pope, the Association of Friends of Music of San Pelto, the Dancers and Art Salon of San Pelto, and the citizens and artists. I am a colleague of Lasus, superiors, discussion team members, loyal music fans, historians, potential artist inspectors and representatives of the festival preparatory committee commissioned by the leaders. My code name is ‘wax’."
Chapter completed!