The Black Duke of Pirates

Meester felt that the speed of the blue light shining on was a bit dazzling, so he looked for the light and looked over. At that moment, he suddenly fell into a trance. The refracted light seemed to be shining into his heart, so he slightly raised his head and turned towards Look at 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 sense of rejection in his heart, but how could the original notes fail to fall on the keys. This desire for rejection made him completely unable to lift the energy to perform solo for these strange audiences.

Yep……

When he was about to withdraw his gaze, Meister was taken aback for a moment. He saw a young man sitting in the auditorium, and the man seemed to be showing a mysterious smile.

"Why is he here?"

Meester couldn't help thinking, slightly nervous.

So with this sense of tension, he re-invested his thoughts into the paused performance. Now he just wants to end the performance as soon as possible, and then leave the Seven Islands of Water.

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

For Mestre, it doesn’t matter whether there are applause from these audiences, because in his opinion, no one of these audiences will really rush to his music, and those people don’t understand. In the final analysis, his music is only used Tools to make money.

"Dark Night Major No. 49, Chapter 4, Act 4, Acura Ragnar's Chanting of the Gods", his own symphony can only be reduced to a tool for making money.

Mestre suddenly felt bored. Five years have passed since he played around like this, and maybe it's time to change his life.

Thinking of this, there seemed to be some new decisions in his mind.

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

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

When Mestre left the field, a large number of spectators continued to shout over Mestre. Most people wanted to see him at close range, but they were blocked by the guards. In this way, Mestre returned as quickly as possible. The background.

Reinhardt looked at the direction Mestre was leaving, and followed him silently.

Backstage of the concert hall.

As soon as he entered the room, Meister immediately called with the phone bug: "Arrange for manpower, I want to leave the Seven Islands of Water immediately."

Through the eyes of Reinhardt and his own intuitive feelings, Mestre believed that his true identity had been exposed, so he had to leave immediately.

He didn't want to take a risk.

After speaking, the people on the phone worm immediately arranged for manpower. Meister hung up the phone worm and looked around on the luggage for a while.

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

"Cancel, Paul." Meester did not look back, and continued to clean up his luggage. Paul is the leader of his agent team and is responsible for all of Meester's performances.

"Don't make trouble with Meester, I have collected a lot of money. If you don't go, you will be in breach of contract." Paul took the cigar out of his mouth, and then vomited a puff of smoke, frowning.

Meester stopped his movements and turned his head to look at Paul, with a slight indifference on his face: "You know, I don't like these. I have always been responsible for playing and directing. As for the others, they are Things you need to solve."

"Okay, okay... If you don't go, don't go, I'll deal with it. Isn't it just compensation for liquidated damages? This time I earned enough compensation." Seeing Meester's expression seemed a little cold, Paul said with a smile. After all, you still have to rely on the fellow Meister to make money.

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

"Then let's take a look at the itinerary. The next stop will be in San Fadru, Carnival City. Let's get on the road after a day off." Paul said immediately.

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

Meester was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "How long have we played the Japanese characters around?"

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

"It's been five years..." Meester sighed slowly, seemingly disappointed: "I'm a little tired."

"What are you tired of?" Paul was very puzzled, what the **** was this guy going crazy.

"I don't want to play for others~www.NovelMTL.com~ so I want to...disband the Mestre Symphony Orchestra."

After hearing this, Paul looked at him incredulously, and then angrily said: "You are crazy!!!"

"Did you know?" Meester sighed softly before commenting on the agent who had been with him for five years with a serious gaze. "Too much commercial music has wiped out my talents." Just now, when I was playing solo on stage, my mind suddenly went blank. I couldn't think of anything, and I didn't want to think of anything. The notes in my heart seemed to stop."

That is from the most primitive resistance in the blood notes, so strong.

"Do you know what it feels like?" Meister looked up at him. "The thing I have always been most proud of and cherished, I am watching it disappear with my own eyes."

"What talent is worn out, what is blank in your mind, you are a genius musician, it is impossible for this to happen." Paul obviously didn't elaborate on this statement, so he stared at Mestre again, "You are Are you kidding me?"

Seeing Mestre's silence, Paul continued: "I know you are tired, so you can rest for a while. I will immediately cancel the concert at San Fadru in Carnival City."

"Paul!" Meester yelled, "It's not a joke, have you seen me make a joke?"

After 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 roared angrily, "You idiot, bastard, seem to have forgotten who brought you to this position."

At this moment, the ugliness in human nature was fully brought out by him. The face-changing Paul not only spoke viciously, but also seemed to not want to let Meister go.