And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【The curtain of the prologue】

For musicians who have registered with the Paris Music Association, relevant information will be recorded by the official classification.When they are needed, the administrator of the association will select suitable candidates according to the requirements of the employer, and then present them to the employer for confirmation.Once there is a favorite candidate, the association will come forward and send an invitation letter to the musician the employer likes.

Of course, there is a charge for this kind of service, and it is a two-way charge - to enjoy the convenience of being recommended by the association, the musicians have to contribute francs to the association; 1].

Of course, the nobles of the upper class don't need to do this.They have their own network of contacts, and they can always find better and suitable candidates.But this doesn't mean that you can't recommend yourself with the musicians recognized by the Music Association - on the contrary, those who have registered with the Music Association are always more convincing and favored than some "wild ways".

"I remember that you once told me that Franz supervised and supervised the completion of your professional certification that day. I'm afraid he has already paid you an 'extra' fee—I said earlier that he is a 'good old man' ', I always like to 'intervene' in other people's affairs - judging from the style of this envelope, I am afraid it is still the highest 'standard'..."

"Oh, perhaps, the presence of his face at the Paris Music Society is enough to get them to give you the best possible treatment."

Taking out the letter that symbolizes "being knocked on the door by work", Aurora saw the scene of Francois being hugged yesterday, before he was willing to speak for a long time, and his ears immediately started to have a fever.

She was so happy at that moment, she didn't expect to be able to hug him at all—although it was only about ten centimeters above the ground, she probably got some strange label from him again.

Except for the last sentence of unclear emotion, the fiancé's long list of explanations has only one meaning: don't feel guilty, just go at ease.

But after arriving at the place of application today, the excitement in her heart made Aurora decide: If everything goes well, she must invite Franz to have a good meal.

……

Following the guidance of the staff, Aurora struggled a little to find the interview location.This is an opera house, and night is when it shows its extraordinary charm, but now it is daytime, and the deserted and empty space can easily give people the illusion of going in the wrong direction.

After comparing the names of the rooms marked on the letter, the girl tidied up her appearance.She was about to knock on the door when she was almost knocked down by someone who rushed out of it suddenly.

"Crazy, ridiculous—even if you call Liszt, this song can't make a flower!"

"I'm so stupid to waste time with this kind of person until now."

Angrily, the man quickly passed Aurora, and disappeared at the end of the corridor in a blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind except for these two unreasonable words.

The door was wide open, and Aurora turned her gaze, and saw the end of the piano and the sheet music that had just been scattered on the floor.

"I knew that woman never wanted to make me feel better—she wanted to destroy me and make me suffer in hell...I'm done!"

A sad and angry female voice came from inside the door.

To Aurora's surprise, apart from the speaker's nightingale-like timbre, she could actually hear pure English in Paris.

"Harriet, calm down... there must be another way, let's try again?"

"What else is there to try, they didn't want me to succeed in the first place - is it because I'm a cripple? I can no longer sing like I used to wanton on the stage...they even let me on the stage are pity... God, if it's like this from the beginning, why give me hope!"

The female voice seemed to have begun to be tainted with crying, and from such a long distance, Aurora could hear her sobbing suppressed in her throat.

She couldn't help but withdraw her knocking hand and took a few steps back.Although the current information is not very clear, she has an intuition that this job is not easy, and now is definitely not a good time to enter.

The sheet music in the door frame began to be slowly picked up by a young man.

Noticing that there was someone at the door, he was only slightly surprised for a moment, then nodded to Aurora friendly, and immediately picked up all the papers and put them on the piano.

"Harriet, we may have visitors."

The man thoughtfully reminded the woman in the house in English, and came to the door with a smile on his face.His body blocked Aurora's sight calmly, and continued the conversation in full Parisian French.

"Miss, I think we are a little strange? You are here..."

"Sir, good day to meet you for the first time. I'm here for an appointment. This is a work invitation letter from the Music Association."

Aurora handed the letter to the somewhat surprised man. The man opened it and glanced at it, then seemed to think of something, stepped aside again and again as if he suddenly realized something, and invited someone to come in.

"Look, Harriet, God has sent you hope—remember the pianist you added last on the list? The lady who played Mr. Liszt in the music association—she wants to be your With the piano accompaniment, you are not at the end of the road."

"What's the difference? Maybe I'll be pissed off in the next second... It's better not to waste her time."

The man seemed to have nothing to do with the decadent woman. He shrugged and apologized to the girl outside the door: "I'm sorry, miss, we might..."

Aurora was a little overwhelmed by the switching back and forth between English and French.

She simply walked in and spoke calmly, in English, to the woman who buried herself in her knees on the sofa opposite the piano.

"You said you didn't want to waste my time...Miss, I've already been here, so I don't regret wasting a few more minutes." The girl turned around, picked up the sheet music on the piano, placed them on the music stand, and sat down , "I don't get angry easily, you can challenge my limit? What's more, I think those who are angry with you have a reason..."

"What's the reason?" Aurora heard the woman on the opposite side ask sullenly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Because they are 'them' and their gender is not 'female', how can they understand your mind?"

"puff."

The girl heard the long-suppressed space finally burst into laughter, she looked away from the music paper, and was about to meet the employer of this job.Never thought that she would stop in front of the piano.

The woman slowly raised her head from between her knees, her wet eyes were smiling, her face that could be handed down as a portrait was resting in her protective arms, her chestnut hair outlined the beautiful outline - for a moment, Ou Lola thought she saw Juliet singing by the window at night[2].

"You speak English? I remember your last name is..."

"Ignore my surname, just call me 'Aurora'. Miss, you see, just a little English, I'm closer to you than 'they'."

"Don't you like being mentioned by your last name? It's not 'Miss', it's 'Madame' Oh, Aurora," the woman on the sofa slowly changed into a dignified look, "I haven't talked about my hometown with outsiders for a long time. Come on, it makes me so happy... Please ignore my last name too, I'm 'Harriet'."

Everything is going in a good direction, and the piano can always make Aurora feel at ease.

She randomly played a lively arpeggio on the keyboard, and tapped lightly on the music table.

"Then Harriet, if you don't mind, you can start investigating me."

"Don't I need to give you some time to familiarize yourself with the music score, Aurora?"

The girl in front of the piano straightened her back, her smile was full of confidence.

"Do not."

After the firm answer fell to the ground, the room sounded a soulful music that was completely different from the first performance.

……

Aurora stood in front of the large window in the corridor, watching the people coming and going in the driveway downstairs, a little lost in thought.

A quarter of an hour ago, she and Harriet's assistant were called out by the lady who had a sudden change of mood—it turned out that she had already aroused Harriet's interest with the piano, and she began to sing the libretto in harmony with the sound of the piano.

Perhaps it was also a mistake to play the piano too charmingly, because Harriet was drawn to get close to the piano, and her staggering kicked to overthrow all good sequels.

The singer finally collapsed, recalling his imperfect foot.

Harriet's voice is beautiful, and her singing can make Aurora more immersed in the expression of the black and white keys...

It should be a very well-timed cooperation, and I don't want to have many shackles.

"Have you left yet, Miss Aurora?"

"Don't you too, sir?"

The assistant's newly stepped foot was fixed in mid-air.He smiled, pointed to a place a little farther in the corridor, and motioned Aurora where to continue the conversation.

He raised the small pipe that he carried with him, and after getting the permission of the people around him, he struck a match and lit it.

"Although it is presumptuous, please bear with me... Harriet is not like this, she is a very good person."

"I can tell she's really happy to work with you. She's just, she's stressed out, please give her a little time."

Listening to the assistant's whisper, Aurora didn't speak rashly.

She could sense that there was more to the singer than physical imperfection.

"Not out of curiosity, sir, may I know . . . what Harriet is enduring?"

"Oh, it's not a secret that can't be told. Thank you for caring about her, but this story is a bit long, we have to start with her husband..."

In the quiet corridor, with the faint smell of tobacco, Aurora learned of Harriet's complicated past.

The singer was once the heroine of Shakespeare's English operas. At the height of her career, she traveled around the world many times to perform.Her Ophelia and Juliet once haunted the whole Paris.Her luck and misfortune were magnified virtually by her husband.

Her husband once used a song that caused a sensation in France to announce to the world that Harriet was the person of his dreams.When her career was at a low point, he pursued her dreamily, and even disregarded the fact that her accidentally broken leg might become lame, and regardless of her debts, he resolutely married her as his wife.

Getting married, having children, what should have been a happy life was very difficult.Her husband is a bit different in the French music scene, and Harriet left the stage after marriage...

The originally proud woman gradually lost her position. She wanted to come back, but she was still afraid to move forward because of her legs.After several trials and tribulations, Harriet finally found a chance in this theater, even though she was sharing the stage with a newcomer.

"Originally we accepted such a gimmick. Harriet knew the opera house's calculations, but she was not afraid."

"The problem is... that woman appeared, and her current identity is enough to change the decision of the opera house. She easily exchanged Harriet's original song for the newcomer, and gave the opera house enough face-she will become The newcomer's piano accompaniment appeared on the day of the performance."

"That woman", who used to be Harriet's husband's ex-girlfriend, eventually abandoned him and married a businessman more than 20 years older than himself.

Stop not revealing her name, only tell Aurora this sentence——

"She's the best female pianist in Paris right now."

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.33】

[1] Related to the operation of the association: Because there is no research on the way the real musicians' association operated at that time, it was fabricated, so don't believe it.

Personally, I feel that in that era, the role of "recommendation letters" was still very large.

[2] Juliet Singing by the Window: Harriet Smithson (her name is also translated as "Henryet", and her married surname is Berlioz) is the one who successfully played Ophelia in "Hamlet". Broccoli was love at first sight.Playing Juliet in "Romeo and Juliet" a few days later, broccoli has been haunted by her ever since, and then wrote "Symphony Fantastique".

Thanks to the little angels who threw the mines: Hyacinth, Leng Yuli, Yuyu Yuyu, Aye 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Kongqing; 10 bottles of samantha, Yuzhen, and the world in the drawer; 5 bottles of gin and past years; 1 bottle of Yanhui Nandu.