Noisy sounds came from the car window, and Agnes gently lifted the curtains.
Three days have passed since she left the church underground. She reported to the Feneport City Musicians Association every day for the past three days to revise the scores of two of her songs.
Mr. Conti has confirmed that two of Agnes's pieces will be officially performed at the concert on June 20, and today Agnes will meet the performers of these two pieces recommended by Mr. Conti.
Whether it was because of her own identity or because of her own skills and reputation, it was impossible for Agnes to perform these two pieces of music herself, so Mr. Conti recommended a person in Feneport City A slightly famous violinist came to play these two pieces by Agnes, and today was the time to meet.
In addition, if nothing unexpected happens, Renes will also come to the Musicians Association to find her today.
Outside the window was the important street of Feneport City. Agnes looked at the parade passing in front of her with an incomprehensible expression.
Most of the people in the team were still strong, with different clothes stained with stains, and their rough hands were holding flags. Agnes's eyes clearly saw what was written on it:
"Abolition of the guild system"
"The guilds return our bread"
Agnes laughed for a moment. She watched the team slowly walk past the street in front without saying a word.
Hetty, the maid who followed her, came over curiously and said, "Ah, they did come to the parade today."
Agnes turned her head slightly to look at Hetty, who looked embarrassed and quickly returned to her original position.
Agnes smiled softly and asked, "Do you know much about this parade?"
Hetty shook her head and said, "I heard from my neighbor when I went home on vacation the day before yesterday. I heard that many people who work in the guild are preparing to go to the parade."
"Why the sudden march?" Agnes asked.
Hetty shook her head and said, "I'm not sure."
Agnes asked again: "Do you know who took the lead?"
Hetty recalled it carefully, nodded, and said, "It seems there is, but I didn't pay attention. If you want to know, miss, I'll go back and ask."
Agnes shook her head and said, "No need."
She stared closely at the passing parade.
"It was organized very quickly, and I could draw inferences from one instance. It's just a pity..." Agnes murmured to herself.
"Well, miss, what did you just say?" Hetty didn't hear clearly what Agnes lowered her voice. She moved a little closer to Agnes and asked.
"Nothing." Agnes lowered the curtains and said to Hetty: "Let's go, it's getting late. The parade will be unable to pass for a while, so we will take a detour."
"Yes, miss," replied Hetty, turning to the coachman to convey Agnes's words.
The carriage started to move slowly, bypassing the parade and heading towards the Feneport City Musicians Association.
...
"Mr. Conti." Agnes walked up to the third floor and gently knocked on the open door of Mr. Conti's office.
There was one other person in the office besides Mr. Conti.
This gentleman has blond hair and green eyes. He is about in his twenties, and his skin looks fair. He wore a black vest, a white shirt underneath, and a black bow tie.
Agnes walked into Mr. Conti's office and said with some apology: "Sorry for the long wait."
"It's not that long." Mr. Conti smiled and said, "We just came in not long ago."
Agnes looked to the side at the blond man who was looking at her side curiously.
"Agnès Pagani, Mr. Conti's student, nice to meet you." Agnes took the initiative to extend her hand.
The blond man raised his lips slightly and said, "Trevor Accardo, violinist, I hope you are satisfied with me as your expected collaborator."
"Of course I am satisfied. I am honored that Mr. Accardo is willing to be my performer for these two pieces of music." Agnes said with a smile.
Trevor Accardo reached out and held Agnes's hand, shook it twice, and then let go.
"I heard Edmundo play two of your pieces, and I liked them very much, so I accepted Edmundo's invitation to be the performer of these two pieces of music." Trevor Accardo was very serious. said.
Mr. Conte's full name is Edmundo Conte.
"Thank you for your compliment." Agnes said calmly.
"I want to see your specific score." Trevor Accardo asked directly without any nonsense.
"Okay, then I won't talk nonsense." Agnes smiled, took out two pieces of music score from her bag and handed them to Trevor Accardo. She breathed a sigh of relief.
The room suddenly became quiet, and the only sound left was Trevor Accardo flipping papers and humming quietly.
Although Trevor Accardo is not the most famous violinist in Fenerport City, he is indeed "somewhat famous". At least Agnes has heard of his name. As far as Agnes knows, Trevor Accardo became famous five or six years ago, but has never been particularly popular. The main reason is not his own level, but his weird way of playing the repertoire he plays. Picky.
Trevor Accardo has not really participated in many performances since he became famous, and he does not seem to make a living from playing. His image has always seemed very mysterious. Not many people know his origins and his apprenticeship. At least Agnes did not find this information about him. She checked the reports about Trevor Accardo and found that there was very little introduction about Trevor Accardo's background in these newspapers, whether it was true or a rumor.
This is actually very strange. Logically speaking, reporters with a mysterious public figure like Trevor Accardo should be more interested in what is hidden behind him.
Agnes observed Trevor Accardo's expression. Although it could be seen from his previous words that Trevor Accardo was quite satisfied with his music, no one knew whether he would be satisfied with his music because of something. I was dissatisfied with these details and chose to abandon this cooperation.
Although she doesn't particularly attach importance to whether she can make any achievements in music, after all, this is a piece of music that she spent two months composing. She still hopes that her two pieces of music will be liked by more people.
Trevor Accardo raised his head, smiled at the two people looking at him, and said, "Why, why are you staring at me?"
Agnes looked away slightly embarrassed, and Mr. Conti asked bluntly: "How is it, have you decided?"
Trevor Accardo smiled and said: "Of course, Edmundo. You know very well that I just like this clean and pure feeling."
