And Chopin's days of playing the wind spectrum month

【gypsophi】

"Are you all right, Aurora?"

Harriet stood in the background and saw that the people around her were silent for a long time. After a moment of contemplation, she tugged on the girl's sleeve.

The interior of the opera house was covered by the majestic and passionate piano sound, and the loud golden notes almost toppled the ceiling of the theater, and also disrupted the mood of the singer who had finally calmed down.

Originally, they were on stage in the first order.For Harriet, who made her comeback on this stage, after being switched songs, this is a kind of play-how can an actor who has been in the industry for a long time appear before a newcomer?Considering the repertoire she sang, she had to put up with this arrangement of switching roles...Who would have thought that today's official performance will start, and the order of appearances will be temporarily changed.

"Harriet, considering your status, you should indeed postpone the performance—and Mrs. Pleyel has a tight schedule today, so you should postpone the performance?"

Harriet was furious at the thought of the theater manager knocking on the door of the dressing room, and the supposedly apologetic probing and asking turned into an irrevocable statement.She also thought that she would be on stage again, so she gave up the act of pinching her skirt and vented her anger with fists instead.

I'll be on stage soon, so I absolutely can't wrinkle my costume.

Even if you lose, you have to say goodbye to the stage at the end.

Harriet gradually let go of her fingers, and she figured it out.

From the very beginning, the woman who harbored great malice towards her never thought of leaving her a way out.Just like her legs, which were supposed to heal, but still couldn't support her body.

It's just that I feel sorry for Aurora, and this friend made her debut on stage for the first time...

The female singer was unwilling, but not for herself, for this female pianist.

Harriet looked at Aurora. She was a young girl with a maturity beyond her age. Sometimes she put her fingers on her lips to think, and sometimes she held them in mid-air, imitating playing on the invisible keyboard... She seemed to have no clue at all. Free from outside influence.

Sighing almost silently, the singer simply let himself go, and the pianist beside him was completely immersed in the music.She really loves music, she is sincere and innocent, just like a blind singing boy beside the new bridge.

Just sing my song.

That restless heart was instantly soothed, this was the magic power from Aurora.Harriet closed her eyes and listened to a few piano melodies—except for prejudice and hatred, that woman's piano could easily arouse the enthusiasm of the audience.After regaining her sense of justice, she will also be infected by such uplifting music.

Marie Player's piano does have her own charm.

But the singer himself still prefers Aurora's piano sound, which has been classified as a friend - gentle, warm like the sun.

The newcomer's singing was gradually coming to an end.Harriet's heart began to speed up involuntarily, a tingling sensation was transitioning from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and she felt every pore on her body screaming with excitement.

She covered her chest with her left hand, and the intense beating in her chest made her eyes moist.

I used to be so eager for the stage.

I must sing my last song well.

"Harriet, are you ready—surprise Paris."

Harriet looked at the people around her, and found that Aurora's eyes were full of confidence and confidence.

"Believe me, this is Harriet's first song."

The singer's slightly dilated pupils were filled with shock.

She heard the roaring applause and high-pitched whistles erupting in the theater for a long time.

When Harriet was held by Aurora on the stage, she only saw the road ahead full of blooming flowers.

Just by sitting at the piano, I can create a world.

This self-confident and somewhat arrogant statement was not repeated in Aurora's mind at the moment.

With a smile in her eyes, she looked at Harriet who was casually leaning on her piano, excluding herself from the position of the creator—the protagonist was the singing voice, and the piano was only used as the background, responsible for adding to the world depicted by the voice.

Whispers seemed to pervade the theater audience.Perhaps, the piano is placed in the center of the stage, and the accompanist and singer who are far away from each other are actually focused on the center of everyone's eyes, which is indeed a bit unbelievable.

The singer with a simple ponytail, a wreath on his head, and a white Greek-style robe doesn’t seem to want to move. Has he given up performing?

Aurora could guess their psychology, and because of this, she looked forward to Harriet's singing even more.

Absolutely, surprise Paris.

After receiving the singer's signal, the girl closed her eyes and caressed the white keys of the piano. After completing the ceremony before her performance, she played the white keys that she performed publicly for the first time in the [-]th century.

harp.

The sound of the harp simulated on the piano is clear and real, as if the vibrating strings on the harp can be seen in front of your eyes—they vibrate slightly, and easily emit a cool and refreshing sound.

From urgent to slow, from heavy to clear, it erodes the senses more and more, and mobilizes the ears to pursue the sound of the keys.

A certain music critic sitting in the front row shivered instantly.Looking at the undulating fingers on the piano keyboard on the stage, he could only swallow the shock in his heart with his dry throat.

He tremblingly took out his pen, and left a string of earthworm-like French on the manuscript paper: "Although I am not optimistic about Harriet's comeback debut, her piano accompaniment gave me a huge surprise-what is it?" What kind of field control? I never thought that I would only feel scalp numb for a string of simulated harp arpeggios... This pianist, God, another woman-if Harriet's singing is anything else If something admirable needs to be written, it must be that she has brought us a new piano star?"

And on this newly added handwriting paper, there is a smooth and smooth line: "After Mrs. Pleyel's piano is over, there is no expectation tonight."

He was stunned for a millisecond, and crossed it out neatly.

The pen draws a big black line on the paper.The music critic was a little angry, and was about to glare at the people around him—because he was bumped on the elbow, his manuscript paper was almost ruined.

He turned his head, only to see the other party pointing at his pen disapprovingly, gesturing for silence with disapproval on his face.

The music critic nodded apologetically, squinted his eyes and indulged in the melodious piano introduction again.Yes, such a beautiful tone, even the friction of pen and paper is a sin!

No, professionalism does not allow it...he has to record and comment, at worst, he should write lightly.

Before the pen fell on the paper again, the music critic raised his frightened face again—what did Harriet sing?This phrase is, French?

God, the faithful heroine of Shakespeare's English plays can speak and sing native songs fluently and affectionately on the stage.

Once Harriet's voice only needs to fly out of a foreign language to make the audience linger in their dreams.But Parisian tastes were fickle and almost ruthless, and when Shakespeare lost his charm in France, stubborn singers had no choice but to retire.

Music critics once regretted that she was inflexible and not good at catering. Although music has no borders, it is too naive and ideal to want the French to pay for British operas.

But now - listening to the lyrics that can be understood without barriers, accompanied by the musician's just right blurred talent, and with the blessing of Harriet's already extraordinary voice, the writer's heart began to ache.

Oh, beautiful woman leaning on the window and pouring out her thoughts, I would like to wipe away the tears from the corners of your eyes...

Grabbing his left collar and gritting his teeth, the music critic once again crossed out a certain comment on the manuscript paper.

"I take my words back. Tonight's Harriet really came to France."

The combination of piano and vocals is so beautiful that even writing a word feels like a waste, a waste of his time enjoying beautiful and sad music.The music critic gradually let go of the hand holding the pen, lay on the armchair, clutched his heart, and felt the pain and lingering from inside his body.

The vocal stagnation, she suddenly gave up the best space, and gave the piano a section of brilliance to show in blank space, and the suddenly interrupted libretto left people with endless reverie; Reappear at your fingertips, and use only simple instrumental music to pull out a picture of memories.

The light touch of two high-pitched keys is like a wind chime rang by the evening wind.All the dreams were awakened, the female voice accompanied the piano, murmured and sang the last sigh, the aftertaste of the piano dissipated, and the theater was silent, as if petals were falling slowly, scattered on the ground, crystal broken heart.

The ceiling of the Opera House is about to be lifted for the second time.

Countless flowers were thrown onto the stage, and some even snatched the flower baskets from the neighbors and plucked them recklessly, just to embroider one more embellishment on the tapestry on the stage.

It took a long time for music critics to recover from the heartache—this is singing, and this is the charm of human voice!

For a certain word, his eyes widened again.Eagerly taking his own record, he quickly browsed through the recorded sentiments, and finally found the clue.

Tonight's winner is Harriet.

Indeed, Harriet's song is a teenage affair with no edge at all compared to the exhilarating grandiose of the previous passage, with Mrs. Pleyel on the piano.

But it was the piano that was the problem—it was a “newcomer and veteran comeback” vocal stage, and the vocals were its true home—but Mrs. As for the singer's voice in the previous game, he had no impression at all.

On the other hand, Harriet’s piano accompaniment, except for the arpeggiated introductory that immediately changes and calms people’s mood in the opening section and the piano cadenza when the vocals are left blank, the piano sound has always served the vocals—this The piano is indeed unforgettable, but it knows how to put it back and forth, and knows when to leave.

Oh, Harriet's singing is indeed the voice that once surprised Paris, and the music critics are already expecting her to quickly arrange the repertoire and contribute a performance ticket for her.

No, there is also that piano - he wants to hear the solo of that piano, and when he thinks of the wonderful instrumental music shown in the song, he can't wait to lie down beside the piano and write it down word by word.

By the way, the show list!

The music critic hurriedly opened the booklet that he had almost lost, and finally saw the details of the performers on it.

"Love Song" [1]

Language: English

Vocals: Harriet Smithson

Accompaniment: Aurora

After stepping backstage, Harriet hugged Aurora.She buried herself in her neck, crying and laughing, and finally turned into childish hand-holding and circling.

The singer couldn't believe that the flowers and the encore were thrown at her.She thought that since leaving the role of Ophelia and Juliet, she would never have such treatment again.

It was Aurora's idea to change the original English lyrics to French.Of course, she helped write the first version of the translation, and Harriet's husband Berlioz helped rewrite the subsequent processing and polishing.

The girl said that she should jump out of her comfort zone. She doesn't need to change too much, but with a little courage and persistence, she can see a different world.She did not lie, perhaps if she wanted to survive in Paris, she had to make herself not an outsider.

"Aurora, do you like playing the piano on stage? If so...wait for me, I will definitely give you a chance to play solo."

"You, first become a pillar that will never fall in Paris, and then I will accompany you every day?"

The girl's laughter began to echo in the background again, until someone sent a bouquet of flowers here.

Aurora held the white flower in her arms, and pleasantly picked up the card that fell in the tiny pompon starlight that fell in her arms.

"A bouquet dedicated only to Aurora—f."

The girl hugged the gypsophila and smiled happily.

She remembered that after the dinner party that night, a certain gentleman coyly asked her what flowers she liked, and it turned out that he really remembered it in his heart.You must know that Aurora is not even sure about the correct pronunciation of "Gypsophila" in French in this era, so she has to describe it with a lame description-François was the "pleioile[2]" she popped out at the time. Described as stupefied.

"Such a precious bouquet of flowers, f?"

"Harriet, it's my fiancé, I'll introduce you next time—speaking of which, we have another similarity, and I'm also half a 'madam'."

The girl blinked at her mischievously, opened the folded note, and there seemed to be another sentence in it.

Harriet saw that her eyes were full of stars and said that she had to leave first, so she understood everything.

Love... Aurora, you want to be happy.

The singer turned to his little room with a smile on his face.When she climbed the stairs, the smile on her face disappeared instantly.

Mary Player stands above, her fan half-opened, her eyes deep.

"Good evening, 'dear' Harriet, your Hector is waiting for you in the corridor."

"Mrs. Pleyel!"

"Oh, don't be angry, dear, I didn't say anything except to tell him to pay more attention to your whereabouts."

"Camille Mork—"

Harriet only felt a buzzing in her head, she took a step forward, remembering what Berlioz had told her two days ago, a storm was whispering in her ears.

"Do you think you can get everything you want? You may not know it when you just came back from abroad..."

"Listen well, the moon you miss day and night has already belonged - Chopin has already made a marriage contract."

The singer heard the folding fan in the woman's hand slip to the ground, and the joy of revenge finally saved his heart from being swallowed by anger.She no longer cared about what was behind her, and only walked towards her destination.

The author has something to say: 【Note·op.35】

[1] "Love Song": This is a song I made up, because I really can't find a song that fits well.

[2] pleioile: This is a French term, roughly equivalent to the English "fullofstar", a word that Ms. Ou might have created bluntly in her desperation.What she wanted to say was the word "gypsophi" in the title, a Latin plant name, which can be understood as a flower like "Gypsophila" in French.

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