Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Chapter 219 I’m not a pigeon!

After listening to Barbasha’s words, the audience in the theater was at best a little confused and curious–

Why does Ms. Barbasa play other people’s music at own concert?

What kind of harpsichord is so appreciated by her?

When Vivian heard this, she widened her eyes in surprise. After looking at the female musician on the stage for a while, she turned her head to look at Don.

The latter still looked at her smilingly.

On the stage, the harpsichord has been pressed, the audience quickly kept quiet, and the melodious and beautiful music flowed from the keys and echoed in the theater.

Ms. Barbasa accepted Don’s request five days ago and decided to perform “To Vivian” in the concert.

With her skill level and five days of practice, she is more than enough to master the uncomplicated structure of “To Vivian”.

Pum, pum, pum, pum, pum—

The original musical melody was beautiful and soft, and the overlapping part appeared three times before and after it became the basic theme of this music.

“A beautiful and romantic harpsichord sketch that sings love.”

Those gentlemen and Miss with a certain degree of musical accomplishment in the stands, as well as professional musicians, combined with the straightforward name of “To Vivian”, they immediately felt the theme of this song.

With empathy in this beautiful melody, the audience each sketched a gentle and beautiful heroine in their minds.

The melody continues, as if the male protagonist in the story has endless cordial words to tell Vivian.

Ms. Barbasa alternately broke down the chords on the harpsichord, and the music began to become smooth, cheerful and gorgeous.

Her right hand played the decorative notes lightly, activating the melody, as if it were the bright and cheerful tone of a young girl.

The left hand plays the split chords steadily and smoothly, gentle and kind, as if the male protagonist is constantly responding to the lovers’ chatter.

Ms. Barbasa continued, her hands flying up and down like dexterous butterflies on the piano keys, and the music became more joyous. Her right hand was composed of densely divided chords, as if a girl was laughing like silver bells.

After that, the mood of the music changed tremendously, advancing layer by layer, and uncontrollable enthusiasm burned like a flame.

The music repeats continuously on the same bass, like the heartbeat of the hero, and like his feelings for the heroine Vivian, sincere and firm.

At the same time, the combination of the clear high-pitched voice and the powerful left-hand continuous tone makes people seem to hear the male protagonist’s passionate emotions, see his deep and powerful eyes, and feel his firmness.

The music gradually changes from slower to faster, and the low-pitched chords continue to promote the development of the music, as if the girl readily accepted his confession.

At the highest pitch, the music goes down, full of gorgeous colors, so that the audience can feel the happiness of the two souls.

Afterwards, the music returns to the overlapping part, which is the last reappearance of the first part, echoing from the beginning to the end.

In the end, the music gradually becomes soft, like a pair of lovers holding hands looking at each other, frozen in the gradually dispersing music.

A harpsichord sketch, a total of only three to five minutes, is over.

After the end of “To Vivian”, the entire theater was silent for a while, and then burst into applause as much as the previous two large-scale symphonies!

“This romantic and unswerving love!” Veronica folded her legs and clapped unceasingly. “This is one of the best harpsichord sketches I have ever heard. No wonder Ms. Barbasa will be there. I played in my own concert.”

“It’s really beautiful.” The little queen nodded in agreement. “Moreover, the melody of the song is rigorous but not complicated. The musicians and bards in the streets and alleys will start to sing this song.”

Other boxes, as well as spectators in large and small stands, also expressed their appreciation for “To Vivian”.

In addition to the two nobles Miss Donne, who praised the content of the song, there is also a topic that is very highly discussed——

“Ms. Barbasha said that this piece was not composed by her, so who wrote the score? Also, who is the beautiful girl Vivian in the piece?”

on the stage.

After Ms. Barbasa finished playing, she stood up and returned to the center of the stage. She should have something to say.

The audience in the theater was quiet again, waiting patiently for the female musician’s next speech.

“This piece is the posthumous work of a musician who has passed away.”

“At the same time, this song is based on the perspective of Mr. Donne from Eatontown, to describe the innocent and lovely silver-haired girl next to him, Vivienne Miss.”

As soon as this statement was made, the atmosphere on the scene began to become enthusiastic again.

The audience in the theater, except for the few people who happened to have a rotating signature dish or hot pot in Eatontown. And some people who have read the article by the writer Mr. Williams describing the reviews of Eatontown and the Wishing Restaurant and left an impression on them.

Most of the other people are not where this Mr. Donne from Eatontown is Sacred.

But it doesn’t matter.

Behind a beautiful song, there is a true love story. This is the icing on the cake and it is a matter of discussion.

And those nobles who happened to know Mr. Donne’s identity were excited and very superior, and introduced to the people around–

[Unexpectedly? The male protagonist of this wonderful piece of music is actually an infatuated chef with superb craftsmanship! ]

At this moment, in the box where Donne was.

Anrietta and Veronica were all hooked on Don’s body.

How could these two noble Misses expect that there will be such a special performance in this concert.

Xiao Wangnv stared at Dorn for a while, and then quickly looked away.

“Is that wonderful piece of music about Mr. Donne and the Vivienne Miss?” Anrietta thought in her heart, a little uncomfortable.

But who is that Vivienne Miss?

I’ve never heard Mr. Dorn talk about it before, and I didn’t seem to have seen it when I was in Eatontown.

However, this is also normal.

Because the current little prince still knows very little about Donne.

I just know–

He cooks really deliciously.

Moreover, he is very powerful and possesses many incredible weird abilities.

Also, he likes stockings very much.

“M…” Xiao Wangnu bulged her face invisibly.

Puffed up.

I wore white knee-high socks specially for him today!

No, it was not specially worn for him.

I just put it on when I think it looks good.

Yes, exactly.

Xiao Wangnv shook her head lightly, throwing all these messy thoughts out of her head, deliberately maintaining her usual dignified manner.

“Mr. Dorn, I really didn’t expect you to be such a romantic person. If that Vivienne Miss heard this tune on the spot and heard what Ms. Barbasa said, I’m afraid he would be moved and cry out? ”

Veronica said so with a teasing look and tone.

Then she looked at the empty place beside Donne again, thoughtfully, her eyes became sympathetic, and she slowly continued to add:

“Couldn’t, the friend you are bringing today is Vivienne Miss? She hasn’t come yet, tut… a sad story, sorrow. But for the good, you are a bit of a failed love story. At any rate, it has left a strong mark in the history of the empire’s musical development.”

Dorn:…

Don’t make up your own brain for some reason, then cast inexplicable sympathetic glances on me. Hey!

Vivienne is here, okay?

You just can’t see it!

I didn’t get a pigeon!