Chapter 246

Quiet, quiet. Griffin stood on the podium, raising his hand as if to ask the audience to hold their breath.

Immersed in honey, there is no more murmur in the golden Performance Hall. Everyone keeps quiet. The faint breathing sound is weakened by the magic array attached to the building. Now the performance hall can hear even the sound of a needle falling. It's so quiet that it makes people feel uncomfortable. They wonder if there is something wrong with their ears.

When everything was quiet, Griffin's turning footsteps could be clearly heard in the audience. His movements were very light and careful, for fear of disturbing the musicians.

The violinists watched as he directed the movements of his arms. The movement of the bowstring became larger and larger. The symphony began with a weak and vibrato.

Without the shock at the beginning of the symphony of fate, it seems that people are waiting for the triumphant return of the army. With the rising of the symphony, people can see the light reflected by the armor of the soldiers on the distant skyline. In order to express people's excited passion, the symphony is rising, from stable, low, hazy, to clear, vigorous, bright and beautiful The rhythm is vivid and shocking. Between a few high notes, people can see the return of an unyielding army.

Different musical instruments produce symphonies, which is the charm of symphonies. In the eyes of ordinary symphony orchestras, there are too many staff, but now they play more magnificent symphonies.

In the auditorium, the audience looked the same, kept serious, listened attentively, looked at the orchestra on the stage, and even couldn't bear to blink.

The symphony gradually died down, and Griffin's conducting action became more gentle. When he rose up again, it became more intense. The triumphal horn played by the violin continued. Suddenly, he thought of the drum, and the rapid sound seemed to tell people the arrival of the triumphal army.

A wave of silence, a wave of rise, a wave of high, continuous.

When the symphony was lowered again, it didn't continue to play this time. The rich and high voice of a male singer standing on the high stage reached every audience.

"Ah! Friends, why repeat the same old tune!

sondern lasst uns angenehmere

Join the chorus of joy!

happy! Joy

The audience was shocked by the thick baritone, sitting up and adjusting their posture. It was the first time that they saw the male baritone singing in the symphony.

At this time, the members of the chorus standing on the top platform finally lift their heads from the music score, which indicates that the next time is their singing time.

Playing music~

"The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful

Shine on the earth!

Our hearts are full of enthusiasm

Come to your temple!

Your power can make people happy

Eliminate all differences,

Under your light

People embrace and become brothers.

Who can be a true friend,

For the noble friendship,

Who can get happy love,

I'll get together with you.

Love each other sincerely

To find a confidant!

If there is no such intention

He had to cry.

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The sound is loud, loud and holy, penetrating the performance hall, penetrating the audience's body and reaching the heart. The symphony performance just now has become the bedding, and this chorus is the main melody of this symphony, just like the volcanic eruption breaking through all the shackles, announcing the arrival of victory.

Murphy stood up slightly from his seat and uttered an unbelievable gibberish: "unbelievable, there is a chorus in the symphony! It's still a symphony! How is that possible? How can this effect be achieved! "

Chorus subverts Murphy's understanding of symphony. At this moment, Murphy, who has performed in the symphony industry for decades, has a first-class Symphony team. For the first time, he has doubts about what symphony is!

The penetrating chorus and the lyrics wash people's souls, and the voice that goes directly to the heart makes their eyes red and their eyes twinkle with tears. The moment goes on, and then comes the chorus. The voice of praising the hero reverberates in the dome of the performance hall, wave after wave. The audience's eyes are closed in a trance, and they are intoxicated in the ensemble singing.

"Hundreds of millions of people unite!

We love each other and love each other!

Friends, in the sky,

A loving God looks after us.

Hundreds of millions of people unite!

We love each other and love each other!

The goddess of joy is holy and beautiful

Shine on the earth!

The bright light shines on the earth

The addition of chorus makes the symphony sublimate to a sacred state. Thought, emotion and soul cleanse all evils, and all ugly things are exposed under the light of thought. People's struggle has won, people are shouting, people are calling for the joy of peace, like a storm, like the brilliant sunshine, everything can not be stopped.

In the magnificent concert hall, people's thoughts roam in the chorus. As a conductor, Griffin's actions become more and more intense. He can't help but sing in concert. This song belongs not only to the chorus, but also to the whole orchestra and all the audience.

"This is the hymn of victory! This is the hymn of mankind Prince Anderson was in tears.

With chorus as the main melody, more and more musical instruments are added, but it does not appear to be a bit miscellaneous. The chorus voice is getting louder and louder, and the audience's thinking is submerged by the chorus voice.

Griffin, who is in charge of the command, has sweat on his cheeks and hair. He has devoted his whole life's passion to this command. People feel breathless courage in him, and great power bursts out in his body. He has no time to care about all this.

In the audience, Murphy, the conductor of Osborne Orchestra, has red eyes, falls back to his seat and stares at the scene. As a senior musician, he can better understand the impact of chorus. He has prejudice against Griffin, but at this moment, he only has an irrepressible admiration for the conductor on the stage and the symphony orchestra.

This is a song that belongs to the highest praise of mankind!

This symphony performance is enough to revolutionize the music world of the kingdom of Baron.

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When ~ when ~ when~

It all ended after three clear blows.

The hall was quiet. Griffin, with his back to the audience, could not see the reaction of the audience. He stood in the same place, sweat dripping from his wrinkled cheek on the wooden floor.

Then, like the flash flood and tsunami, applause broke out.

In order to show their identity, the nobles and the royal family usually clap their hands three times in praise of the most excellent performance. But this time, all the nobles and all the members of the royal family forgot this custom and stood up from their seats to give warm applause for the unprecedented Symphony performance since the establishment of the kingdom, Even if the palm of their hand pain, beat their palm!

Griffin, who was standing on the podium, was relieved and showed a happy smile. He put down his baton and took a step forward. However, he lost his strength and collapsed. The musicians nearby came to help him up to face the audience and let him see the effect of this performance.

People are cheering! Stand up from your position to express your admiration for this performance! The warm applause has never stopped in more than a minute!

Even though his body was weak, Griffin, who looked around the audience, always had a happy smile on his face. His lifelong dream came true at this moment. Even if he wanted to die now, he would be content to lie in the coffin and die with a smile.

On the stage, the members of the orchestra burst into tears, and their faces turned red because they were too excited. Half a year's training has finally paid off. Even the most experienced musicians in the orchestra have never seen such a warm response from the audience.