Chapter 487: The Nirvana of Life
“Zheng zheng zheng zheng—”
As Quentin Lysenter played the piano faster and faster, Jia Na could clearly feel the change in isabelle’s emotions.
From resistance to despair, and finally, the hopelessness of transforming into a Black Angel amidst utter despondency, the surging musical rhythm, wave after wave, made all the listening actors get goosebumps, captivated by Quentin Lysenter’s superb musical artistry.
“This part is simply brilliant! It makes me feel so passionate!”
As the second melody gradually came to an end, Liji-Xiaosi, who had been sitting by, not daring to breathe, finally let out a long sigh of relief, then turned to Jia Na with an excited expression.
“This music is indeed excellent.”
Compared to Liji-Xiaosi’s excitement, Jia Na, sitting nearby, was much calmer; in fact, there was a hint of contemplation in her gaze as she looked at Quentin Lysenter.
Quentin Lysenter’s musical objective in composing the second piece was the same as Jia Na’s understanding: isabelle’s despair in utter despondency.
However, beyond that, their deeper philosophical concepts were vastly different.
Besides despair, Quentin Lysenter’s second musical theme was hatred—isabelle’s vengeful fire, preparing to unleash thunderous retaliation against the Lord of Heaven after her fall.
Jia Na didn’t quite agree with this point. “Jia Na, don’t be nervous when you play later. Even if he is Master Quentin, you are still the best in my heart!”
Seeing Jia Na’s slightly serious expression, Liji-Xiaosi, who suddenly remembered that the other party would also be performing isabelle’s solo piece later, immediately snapped out of her excitement and gently held Jia Na’s hand, saying with a “worried” look.
“It’s fine, I’m just here to learn this time, so I won’t be nervous.”
Looking at Liji-Xiaosi’s worried expression, Jia Na just smiled lightly, then patted her hand to show that she wasn’t nervous.
“That’s good. After all, Master Quentin is a big shot in the opera world. Getting his guidance is something many people dream of. And I just saw Director David, his mouth was practically splitting to his ears.”
Hearing this, Jia Na’s gaze also turned to David-Berg not far away.
Just as Liji-Xiaosi said, David-Berg, after listening to Quentin Lysenter’s second piece, was in an extremely excited state.
Or rather, he was so pleased by Quentin Lysenter’s excellent performance and the melody that resonated with his heart, that he couldn’t stop smiling.
“It seems David is very satisfied with Master Quentin’s composition for the first two solo pieces.”
“Yes, Director David hasn’t been this excited in a while, but it’s okay, Jia Na, I’ll definitely cheer for you when you perform later!”
Just as Liji-Xiaosi was still trying to “comfort” Jia Na, Quentin Lysenter also began to play isabelle’s third solo piece.
Still an uplifting and intense melody, Quentin Lysenter’s musical theme for isabelle’s final solo movement was revenge and Nirvana.
isabelle, transformed into a Black Angel, in a moment of universal expectation, raised her Sword of Judgment, completed the sealing of the Lord of Heaven, and rescued countless humans from disaster.
It was at this moment that the fallen angel isabelle, having gained the loyal faith of millions of humans, shed her black feathers and regrew twelve pairs of holy wings, reborn through Nirvana.
As the grand climax of the entire opera, Quentin Lysenter’s handling of this melody was extremely clever.
First, there was the oppressive, rain-like dense melody during isabelle’s fierce battle with the Lord of Heaven, then, at the very moment the villainous Lord of Heaven was about to be sealed, Quentin Lysenter’s melody abruptly stopped, replaced by a “charge sound” representing victory.
Until the Lord of Heaven was completely sealed, the musical melody suddenly changed, and the overall style gradually shifted from the initial oppression.
It became increasingly lighthearted.
Finally, as isabelle shed her black feathers and regrew twelve pairs of holy wings, Quentin Lysenter’s piano rhythm also suddenly accelerated, making every listener feel as if they were in Heaven, witnessing her Nirvana and rebirth alongside isabelle!
“Thank you all.”
As the piano melody abruptly ceased, Quentin Lysenter, sitting in front of the piano, stood up and slowly bowed to the crowd, who were still immersed in the music, signaling the end.
“Clap clap—”
“Clap clap clap—”
“Clap clap clap clap—”
Seeing that Quentin Lysenter’s performance had ended, those who had just realized it also stood up and applauded.
For a time, the applause of the crowd swept through the entire rehearsal hall like surging tides, lingering for a long time.
“Amazing! Truly worthy of being Master Quentin!”
“It was so beautiful, by the end, I almost cried!”
“Yes, with this music, our opera is sure to be a hit!”
Experiencing the music created by a master like Quentin Lysenter up close for the first time, everyone’s emotions, apart from excitement, were filled with admiration for a “genius.”
Especially isabelle’s final movement, from revenge to Nirvana, everyone’s emotions were like having drunk a cup of rich, mellow wine, unable to calm down for a long time.
“The theme of the final movement is revenge and the Nirvana of Life, huh—”
Jia Na, who also stood up and applauded with the others, was now savoring Quentin Lysenter’s melody.
As many understood, the final movement, as the grand climax of “withering rose,” began with isabelle’s revenge and ended with her successful retaliation.
The satisfying high points were isabelle personally sealing the great villain, the Lord of Heaven, and the perfect ending of her transformation into a Great Angel, ascending to a high position.
As long as these two plot points were well highlighted, the solo piece for the final movement would be considered a success.
And Quentin Lysenter, renowned as the “Godfather of Music,” clearly grasped this point and achieved it effortlessly. However, at this thought, Jia Na couldn’t help but look at David-Berg.
Like everyone else, David-Berg’s expression was extremely happy at this moment, but Jia Na, who naturally possessed keen insight into emotions, could also sense a hint of disappointment in him.
Yes, it was disappointment.
As the scriptwriter and director of “withering rose,” David-Berg was not entirely satisfied with Quentin Lysenter’s composition for the final movement.
