Three Hundred and Fifty. Disbanding the Symphony Orchestra

Meester felt that the speed of the blue light was a bit dazzling, so he looked for the light and looked over. At that moment, he suddenly became dazed, and the reflected light seemed to be shining into his heart, so he raised his head slightly and moved towards him. View from the auditorium in the distance.

In the audience, countless eyes stared at him with different emotions, which was very different from the previous crazy performance. What these people showed in their eyes were doubts, anger, and sneers...

For some reason, he suddenly felt a strong repulsion in his heart, how the notes that he had prepared could not land on the keys, this repulsive desire made him completely unable to lift his spirits to perform solo for these unfamiliar audiences.

kindness……

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, Meester was stunned for a moment. He saw a young man sitting in the auditorium. The man seemed to be smiling mysteriously.

"Why is he here?"

Meester couldn't help thinking in his heart, a little nervous.

So with this tension, he put his thoughts back into the paused performance, and now he just wants to finish the performance as soon as possible, and then leave the Seven Islands of Water.

The music rang for a long time, and finally ended, and the audience continued to roar with applause. The pause in the middle did not affect the enthusiasm of these audiences.

For Meester, it doesn't matter whether there is applause from these audiences, because in his opinion, no one of these audiences will really come to his music, and those people don't understand. tools to make money.

"Night Major No. 49, Chapter 4, Act 4, Akula Ragna's Singing of the Gods", his self-created symphony can only be reduced to a tool for making money in the end.

Meester suddenly felt tired. It had been five years of playing around like this, and maybe it was time for a change.

Thinking of this, he seemed to have some new decisions in his heart.

What followed was still a normal music symphony, and at about eight o'clock in the evening, the concert finally ended.

Meester greeted the audience with a smile. Amid the prolonged applause, he walked towards the backstage. After a while, the musicians near the stage also began to exit.

When Mester exited, a large number of spectators kept shouting over Mester. Most people wanted to see him at close range, but they were blocked by the guards, so Mester returned as quickly as possible. backstage.

Reinhardt looked at the direction where Meister was leaving, and followed silently.

Backstage of the concert hall.

As soon as he entered the room, Meester immediately took the phone bug and called: "Arrange staff, I want to leave the Seven Water Islands immediately."

Through the sight of Reinhardt just now and his own intuition, Meester believed that his true identity had been exposed, so he had to leave immediately.

He didn't want to take risks.

After finishing speaking, the person on the phone bug's side immediately went to arrange manpower. Mester hung up the phone bug and looked at the luggage around him for a while.

"Big musician, what are you doing?" At this time, a middle-aged man with a cigar walked in. He saw Meester packing his bags and seemed puzzled, "There will be a fan meeting later. "

"Cancel it, Paul." Mester didn't look back and continued to clear his luggage. Paul was the leader of his agent team and was in charge of all of Mester's performances.

"Don't make trouble with Meister, I've charged a lot of money. If you don't go, you'll be in breach of contract." Paul took the cigar out of his mouth, then exhaled a puff of smoke and frowned.

Meester stopped what he was doing, turned his head to look at Paul, with a hint of imperceptible indifference on his face: "You know, I don't like these, I've always only been in charge of playing and conducting, as for the rest, it's all Things you need to fix."

"Okay, okay... If you don't go, I won't go. I'll deal with it. Isn't it just compensation for the liquidated damages. This time I earned enough compensation." Seeing Mester's expression, Paul seemed a little cold.

So he said with a smile, after all, he still has to rely on this guy Meister to make money.

In particular, he has a huge team of agents, and his daily expenses are very high. His biggest income is the concerts held by Meister, from which he uses various methods to make money.

"Then let's take a look at the itinerary. The next stop of the performance is in San Fadro, Carnival City. Let's take a day off and hit the road." Paul said immediately.

This high-intensity show day has been going on for several years.

Meester was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "How long have we been playing Japanese characters everywhere?"

Paul was stunned for a moment: "Why ask this?" He looked at Meester's eyes, and then said, "It's been five years..."

"It's been five years..." Meister sighed slowly and seemed a little lost: "I'm a little tired."

"Tired of what?" Paul was very puzzled, what the hell was going on with this guy.

"I don't want to be playing for anyone else, so I'm going to... disband the Mester Symphony."

Hearing this, Paul looked at him in disbelief, and then said angrily, "You are crazy!!!"

"Did you know?" Meister breathed a soft sigh of relief before explaining with a serious look to the agent who had been with him for five years, "Too much commercial music has exhausted my talent. It's over, just now, when I was playing solo on the stage, suddenly my mind went blank, I couldn't remember anything, and I didn't want to remember anything, and the notes in my heart seemed to stop."

It was the most primitive resistance from the blood note, so strong.

"You know what it's like?" Meester looked up at him. "The thing I've always been most proud of and cherished, I'm now watching it fade away."

"What kind of talent is worn out, what kind of mind is blank, you are a gifted musician, it is impossible for this situation to happen." Paul obviously did not elaborate on this kind of remarks, so he stared at Meester again, "You are Are you kidding?"

Seeing Mester's silence, Paul continued: "I know you are tired, so you can rest for a while, and I will go to cancel the concert in San Fadro in Carnival City right away."

"Paul!" exclaimed Meester, "this is not a joke, have you seen me joke?"

Hearing this, the cigar in Paul's hand fell in vain, and he felt that everything was over.

"You are crossing the river and tearing down the bridge!" Paul shouted angrily, "You idiot, bastard, seems to have forgotten who brought you to this position."

At this moment, the ugliness in human nature was fully brought out by him. Paul, who had changed his face, not only spoke viciously, but also seemed not to let Meester go.