No matter how Xian Yu’s symphony ultimately performs, the people of Blue Star, who had been eagerly anticipating it, have made it the most talked-about topic of the moment.
Perhaps only in such a utopian world, where no major upheaval occurs globally, could music carry such weight.
Whenever this happens, Lin Yuan can’t help but think:
I wonder how the other side of the universe, on that equally blue planet, is doing?
Knowing he may never get an answer, Lin Yuan doesn’t dwell on these questions, for people must live in the present.
Lin Yuan arrived early at the Golden Hall to meet with tonight’s conductor, Wei Shujing.
With graying temples, Wei Shujing was extraordinarily spirited today, and a bright light shone from his dim eyes.
"Everyone is ready... I’m ready too."
Lin Yuan’s conducting skills are not yet sufficient to bring out the maximum effect of "The Fate Symphony."
Even his forte, the piano, has no place in this piece.
Therefore, Lin Yuan, as the creator, does not need to be directly involved in the final performance.
On this point, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but say:
"When my conducting skills reach your level, I must personally conduct ’The Fate Symphony’ once."
Wei Shujing was not surprised; he believed that every ambitious conductor in the world could not resist the opportunity to conduct "The Fate Symphony."
"Over the years, I’ve conducted countless symphony performances, big and small."
"I’ve been to all five major music halls more than once, leaving countless works there."
"But even today, there aren’t many works I’ve left behind that I can still relish repeatedly; it’s rare. To encounter a piece like ’The Fate’ in my later years is my fortune."
"Whether for the Blue Star music scene or for me, you are a godsend gift."
Wei Shujing always praises this symphony highly.
If he were born on Beethoven’s planet and era, perhaps he would have become friends with him.
Wei Shujing suddenly laughed, "My phone hasn’t stopped ringing today, as if overnight, the whole world has become extremely interested in our symphony."
Since last night, Lin Yuan’s phone has been blowing up, all from people interested in the symphony.
Some are just looking for tickets, and today’s Golden Hall is indeed a ticket that’s hard to come by.
Some want to "get close" to him, with various kinds of approaches.
Some merely want to "make friends," similar to a fan’s mentality; others are more outlandish, like young or even mature women wanting to discuss art with him...
As the matchmaker, the chairman laughed rather cheekily:
"Now, even if you just lightly beckon your finger, those little princesses born with silver spoons would rush into fire and water for you. We all say those heirs of conglomerates are the princes of today, but compared to you, the youngest great artist in Blue Star history, even the most famous prince would inevitably feel ashamed. Though you may not know, your charm has grown so large that even some so-called princes are drawn to you."
Lin Yuan felt a wave of discomfort at that moment, so much so that he felt slightly uneasy about "making friends" for a while afterward.
However, the call from his young apprentice, Li Lizhi, five minutes later was quite interesting:
"Master, there’s a very impressive sister who is interested in you."
"That sister says she knows you."
"I won’t mention her name; she said she once helped you fix a car and later realized you were Xian Yu."
Lin Yuan thought for a long time but couldn’t remember who it was, though it was clearly not an important matter.
On the other end, Li Lizhi quietly watched Lin Yuan’s reaction.
Seeing Lin Yuan react as usual, Li Lizhi couldn’t help but feel inexplicably happy:
"Many people like my master, especially after last night, those socialites who didn’t like to hang out with me before are all inviting me for tea today."
"Why didn’t they like to hang out with you before?"
Lin Yuan had long become accustomed to people liking him, but his apprentice’s emotions were more worth his attention.
"Because their family members don’t like my dad?"
Li Lizhi speculated, then laughed awkwardly:
"Anyway, now many peers in the circle are protesting to their elders, saying it’s unfair for the grievances of the older generation to affect the next generation. Both my dad and I should thank you, Master; my dad probably never imagined that his most disliked fan behavior would save him in the end."
This was quite amazing.
The chairman’s grievances with some conglomerates in Zhong Continent wouldn’t be easily resolved, but the fact that the younger generation in those conglomerate families were deeply enamored with Xian Yu was undeniable. And it so happens that Xian Yu was under Li Songhua and also Li Lizhi’s mentor.
Lin Yuan roughly understood the intricacies involved and was also pleased with his growing influence.
Prestige Value is indeed delightful.
At this point, Li Lizhi couldn’t help but tentatively ask, "Master, have you never met a girl you like all these years?"
Lin Yuan answered truthfully.
Li Lizhi blinked: "Master, you can’t go on ; after all, you should find a girlfriend. How about I try being your girlfriend?"
Lin Yuan brushed it off with a single sentence.