"You have always been serious," Agnes nodded, looking a little serious and said, "The first time I conduct a violin concerto, I must partner with you, the future great musician Mr. Costa."
"Stop teasing me," Marcono smiled helplessly and said, "I'm afraid it will take a long time for you to wait for me to play the concerto with you."
"I believe you," Agnes looked a little excited. She stood on tiptoes slightly, reached out and patted Marcono on the shoulder and said, "How about it? If you want someone to help you conduct the orchestra when you play a concerto, You must think of me first.”
"Okay, but it's still early. It will take at least three or four years before I reach the point where I can perform in concerts." Marcono said with a smile and shook his head.
"That's just because Mr. Conti found out that you didn't find out early enough." Agnes shook her head and said.
Marcono smiled and said, "I've been lucky."
Agnes didn't know what to say, so she could only smile and pick up the recently delivered newspaper from the table.
The smell of ink filled her nose, and Agnes saw the enlarged and bold title at a glance.
"The results of the review of the "Motion on the Abolition of the Feineport Guild System" will be announced at nine o'clock today."
"I think Mr. Conti and I may be more confident than you yourself." Agnes said casually.
After her eyes quickly scanned the text below, she put down the newspaper clearly.
Marcono said nothing, just smiled helplessly and shook his head.
...
Agnes wore a long black dress and stood on the square platform.
She lowered her slightly raised right hand, and the audience burst into applause.
Agnes touched her heart with both hands, then opened her arms and waved her eyebrows to signal them to stand up. Then she walked down the stage, bowed reservedly, turned around and ran off the stage quickly.
"You did pretty well today," Mr. Conti said with a smile.
"The members of the band are all very good." Agnes's face turned red.
"A good band can perfectly demonstrate the level of a conductor," Mr. Conti reached out and handed Agnes a handkerchief and said, "First wipe the sweat on your face and remember to thank the band members."
"Of course, I bought gifts for each of them." Agnes took the handkerchief but did not use it, after all, she had makeup on her face.
"I'm going to find the band members first, Mr. Conti will see you later." Agnes saw the band members walking off the stage, waved her hand, and ran away in a hurry.
Mr. Conti looked at Agnes's back and smiled and shook his head.
...
Agnes sat quietly while the two maids helped her tidy up her makeup that was a little messy and her hair that was a little messy due to the movements during the command.
"Miss, you really should change this dress." Hetty said with some dissatisfaction.
Agnes smiled softly, without opening her eyes, and said, "No, we'll talk about it when we get home."
"But the black dress really doesn't suit you. Miss, you are only 14 years old!" Hetty said with some dissatisfaction.
"Okay, okay, I understand." The maid who was touching up her makeup raised her hand, and Agnes opened her eyes carefully and looked at Hetty and said.
"Have the gifts for the band members been delivered to their homes?" Agnes asked, holding her head in one hand.
"It has been sent over," Hetty replied.
Agnes remembered the reactions of the previous band members and couldn't help but curl her lips.
This band was found by Mr. Conti. It has not been formed for a long time and is basically not famous, but its level is not bad. The members are all young, many from Sevia, with a bit of Disi color.
When Agnes went to say thank you, those guys were too enthusiastic. It was probably because Agnes was no longer their commander. When facing Agnes, they suddenly let go. Agnes was blushing a little when she left.
To be honest, the nearly two months of rehearsals were indeed a bit depressing for them. After all, they had no other income in the past two months. So after Agnes learned about their situation, she used part of her pocket purse to pay for their room and board for the past two months.
After this concert, I think their situation will gradually improve as they become more famous. After all, as a student of Mr. Conti, Agnes's first appearance as a conductor still attracted some people's attention.
And this band is performing well, so naturally there will be people willing to cooperate with them. As long as they can still maintain a relatively high level in subsequent performances, it is not impossible for them to become a more famous band in Fenerport City.
"Are you ready?" Agnes asked the maid who was arranging her hair.
"It's ready, miss." The maid carefully let go of her hand and said.
Agnes stood up and looked in the mirror.
The girl wearing a black corset dress looked a little pale and thin, her brown hair was neatly combed behind her head, and her outfit did not look very consistent with her age.
Agnes tilted her head and smiled, turned around and walked out, while Hetty and the maids started to pack up the items belonging to Agnes in the room and did not follow.
"Mr. Conti," Agnes greeted Mr. Conti first, then turned her head with a smile and looked at Marcono, who was wearing a formal suit with lapels.
"Marcono, good evening."
Marcono smiled, nodded, and said, "Good evening, Agnes."
"You commanded very well today." After thinking about it, Marcono added.
"Thank you." Agnes smiled and sat down on the seat next to Marcono and looked at Marcono and said.
The stewards walked off the stage and it looked like the next show was about to begin.
"'Serbian Rhapsody.'" Seeing Agnes turning her attention to the stage, Marcono said, "A work by Master Cantu."
Agnes nodded, indicating that she understood.
She leaned back on the chair, relaxing her body, and watched a short, gray-haired man in his fifties walk up to the square platform.
"Mr. Hamilton," Agnes muttered.
Marcono turned to look at Agnes, said nothing, and turned his attention to the stage again.
I have to say that Mr. Hamilton and the playing band are very good. They perfectly expressed the free and joyful feeling in "Serbian Rhapsody" and it was very contagious, even though Agnes was a little tired. I became excited unconsciously.
Her hands moved unconsciously to the rhythm of the music, and her eyes followed Mr. Hamilton's movements closely.
Agnes suddenly felt a palpitating sensation penetrating her whole body. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making her subconsciously want to stand up.
