"It should be partly due to the influence of the curse, plus I have not yet voluntarily and actively sacrificed my reason and exploded my desires in exchange for power." Agnes said in a speculative tone.
"Most of the 'Madman' Curse on my body was replaced by the 'Werewolf' Curse, leaving only a part of the remnant that strengthened the 'Werewolf' Curse. Without the influence of the full moon, I am in good shape most of the time."
"Well, it's possible." Mr. Conti nodded and said, "You still need to pay attention to your own personality and mental state. You can't lose vigilance just because you are in good condition."
"Yes, I remember it." Agnes nodded and said, "This is exactly what I do all the time. The church has been monitoring my mental state and conducting various tests on me almost every month. Assessment.”
Mr. Conti was stunned for a moment, then nodded suddenly.
"Since there is monitoring by the church, problems should be discovered in time, and you can make adjustments to the problems in time." Mr. Conti said, and Agnes nodded in agreement.
"It's almost time. I think I should prepare for the last rehearsal." Mr. Conti looked up at the stage. There were far fewer people on it and said.
"Then I look forward to your performance, Mr. Conti."
...
Agnes was sitting in the audience, the concert had already started, and Mr. Accardo had already played her A minor violin variation "Morning by the Lake".
Her gaze swept across the auditorium without leaving a trace, and thanks to her increasingly sharp eyesight, she could clearly see the body movements of most people in the audience opposite. If they weren't too far away, she could even see their facial expressions. She saw that most people were listening attentively, so Agnes felt relieved, leaned back lazily on the chair, closed her eyes and listened carefully to Mr. Accardo's performance.
Although she composed this piece herself and listened to Mr. Accardo play it many times during rehearsals, she still had some different feelings when she heard this piece in the concert hall.
She doesn't need to think about what's not perfect about this piece now, whether it needs to be modified, or how to deal with it better. Instead, completely devote your thoughts to the artistic conception and emotions conveyed by this piece of music. There is no need to consider your original thoughts, let your thoughts spread freely, completely throw away what you once placed on this piece of music, and completely imagine it as a piece of music you have never heard before.
I have to say that Mr. Accardo’s violin skills are indeed superb, although Agnes had already experienced this deeply during the rehearsal. Agnes can feel a very clear and clean feeling in Mr. Accardo's playing, which makes people feel as if they are really by the lake in the summer morning, surrounded by the quiet breeze and the grass, trees and flowers around them. Enjoy the morning breeze together. Or it could turn into a water plant in the lake, rising and falling with the slightly undulating water surface along with the bright yellow flowers blooming next to it.
Agnes opened her eyes and looked at Mr. Accardo on the stage.
Mr. Accardo's standing posture looks slightly relaxed but not lazy. He is not completely still, but there are no excessive movements. His posture when holding the piano also appears elegant and calm. He leaned back slightly and stared at the strings with half-closed eyes, seemingly completely immersed in the performance of the music.
When Mr. Accardo plays the violin, he always has an indescribable sense of innocence and a touch of aristocratic elegance, which is pleasing to the eye. This may be one of the reasons why Mr. Accardo is still able to occupy a place in Feneport City's music scene despite his infrequent participation.
Agnes closed her eyes again and enjoyed Mr. Accardo's performance with peace of mind. It was not until Mr. Accardo finished the last note that she opened her eyes and looked towards the stage.
Mr. Accardo still maintained his playing posture on the stage. After about a minute or two, his bow left the strings, and at the same time, he slowly lowered his left hand holding the piano.
Agnes applauded along with the audience. Mr. Accardo seemed to be aware of it. His eyes swept in the direction of Agnes, then he bent slightly, bowed, and left the stage.
Agnes also stood up, left the audience and walked backstage amidst the continuous applause of the entire concert hall.
...
"Mr. Accardo." Agnes found Trevor Accardo who was resting backstage. He was carefully and carefully wiping the rosin powder that fell on the piano during his performance.
Hearing Agnes' voice, Mr. Accardo raised his head slightly, looked at Agnes, smiled, and said:
"I saw you applauding. It seems that my performance satisfied you."
"Of course, Mr. Accardo's performance far exceeded my expectations. I was completely immersed in your performance." Agnes said with a smile.
"It's an honor for me to be praised by little Agnes." Mr. Accardo smiled, put the piano in his hand in the piano case, and then asked with a smile:
"Aren't you going to see Edmundo? "Moonlight" is a collaboration between me and Edmundo. Don't you worry about whether 'Mr. Conti' has adjusted his emotions?"
Agnes smiled ashamedly and said, "Mr. Accardo, please stop making fun of me."
Mr. Accardo picked up the piano and bow again, then handed the piano case to Agnes and said: "Let's go to Edmundo's place together. "Moonlight Night" is the third song, and we still have More than twenty minutes of rest time.”
...
Agnes returned to the audience, Mr. Accardo and Mr. Conti were on stage, and the band was in place.
Agnes looked at Mr. Conti carefully. He had already made a ready gesture.
Mr. Conti put the baton in his chest and curled up slightly. The entire concert hall was almost completely silent for a while.
After about ten seconds of silence, he started to move softly and soothingly. The violin chords of the band then sounded softly and melodiously. This is the main chord part of the first movement, with a sense of silence and depth at night.
Mr. Accardo's performance was perfectly integrated, and seemed to be slightly melancholy, like an aristocratic girl who yearned for freedom standing by the window and singing poems, which became more vivid with the accompaniment of the band.
Mr. Conti's eyes glanced at Mr. Accardo from time to time, and his conducting movements became softer and softer in line with Mr. Accardo's playing.
Agnes listened to their performance carefully and slowly immersed herself in the beautiful night described by this music.
