Yang Yin came back to his senses and suddenly found himself sitting on the big stage of the Russian Ring Grand Theater. In front of him was a top Bessendorff piano. The lights were down and the surroundings were dark.
However!
However…
Yang Yin could still see that under the big stage, the seats in the huge circular theater were filled with people.
Heavens!
Were they all going to watch him play the piano? He was not Liszt, Rubinstein, Argerich, or even Lang Lang…
Who was he? He was Yang Yin, a first-year student at the Central Conservatory of Music. He had only been enrolled for three months!
Damn it, why was he here?
Yang Yin was really happy!
Yang Yin realized that he was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was wearing an extremely trendy black gown. Yang Yin swore that he had never worn such an outfit in his entire life!
Oh my god, did I transmigrate to a young musician?
You can't play like this!
Also, was he still in his original world? God damn it, who could give the poor baby a hint? Why don't I announce that I'm going to stop playing the piano?
Just as Yang Yin was hesitating.
Buzz…
Below the big stage, some people could not help but wait in silence and whisper.
It's over, it's over. How many people are there? Five thousand? Or ten thousand?
Yang Yin was a little flustered. Were they all waiting for him to perform? And he was in a daze?
Looking at these people, they seemed to be all dressed in suits and leather shoes. There were also some noble ladies dressed in very classic palace western clothes. What kind of world was this? Why were there people dressed in suits and leather shoes that were extremely trendy? Why were there so many noble ladies dressed in classic palace noble ladies 'clothes?
Can someone tell me what I'm going to play? Is it a self-created piece, or is it a piece from a musical instrument like a symphony? Or was it Tchaikovsky?
Forget it, I'll treat a dead horse as a living horse!
Wasn't it just a performance? He had practiced the works of all kinds of great musicians and put in all kinds of effort. It wasn't easy for him to get into the Central Conservatory of Music. He wasn't a loser…
Yang Yin gritted his teeth and tightened his back. He increased the strength of his arms and pressed down his ten fingers fiercely, as if he was going to put all his strength and passion into it.
"Dang dang dang dang…"
This was Symphony No. 5 in E Minor by van Gogh!
The fierce quartet sounded like the God of Fate knocking on the door. Therefore, this symphony was also known as the Symphony of Fate.
In the quiet ring-shaped theater, a sudden and violent note shook the entire audience.
Everyone was shocked. Yes, they were shocked!
At the beginning, the quartet had already reached the climax of the movement. It was too crazy. Before Einstein, when had there been a musician who arranged the music so crazily?
Just as everyone was in shock, they thought that something bad was about to happen.
But then, everyone heard the surging melody begin to pour down. It was like a stormy night, where a stubborn warrior was raising his fist and roaring, resisting the storm of fate!
" So it's the beginning of the performance…"
" What a violent note, what a shocking beginning…"
" He's crazy. I've never heard of him before…"
"Unconventional? No, this was a high-spirited start, a roar of anger. From the beginning, he had gone against the flow and resisted the unfair fate. He would never lower his head to it!”
……
When everyone heard such impassioned music, they were all dumbfounded.
He was a slovenly old man who was rude to the gods and looked down on heaven and earth.
He was the embodiment of resistance.
Even when he met an archduke and his entourage on the street, he would press his hat down tightly and stride right through them.
He was never particular about his clothes, and sometimes the scarecrows in the fields were better than him.
In fact, he was once arrested as a tramp because the police refused to believe that a person dressed in such rags could be a great composer, and they could not believe that this body could accommodate the most surging soul in the world of pure sound.
Yes, it was!
His soul was great.
There was no problem in describing it as the most surging.
His music was like him.
The Symphony of Fate was a classic example: Clenching his fists, grasping his throat, resisting fate, never bowing down!
……
This was the first time Yang Yin had stood on the stage of the ring-shaped theater and received the attention of everyone. It was as if she was the center of the world!
Not only did this not make Yang Yin afraid, but it also gave him an unparalleled sense of pride and ambition!
"Could it be that I was born to be on stage?”
Yang Yin had no time to doubt that he had already immersed himself in the music of Einstein. He had integrated his spiritual feelings into the music. He had gone against the trend of life and fought against the injustice of fate. He had used his life and passion to create a legend!
At this moment, Yang Yin never dreamed that he would one day be possessed by the God of Music and perform a symphony of fate that far exceeded his own level!
This was fate!
Come, let me grab fate by the throat, go against the current, and fight the storm!
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