Chapter 487 : So-Called Creation
Chapter 487: So-Called Creation
"It truly was a musical feast beyond expectations!"
Although the third piece had slightly differed from what David-Berg had envisioned, he still gave Quentin-Lycente’s musical skill the highest of praises.
"Thank you. Personally, I’m quite satisfied with this composition as well."
Upon hearing this, David-Berg felt a twinge of pain in his heart.
As the top-tier composer personally invited by Roman-Roland, David-Berg would never dare to offend him easily.
Especially when the other party was so pleased with his own creation—David-Berg, as the “client,” could hardly bring himself to suggest overturning and revising the third piece.
After all, artists like Quentin-Lycente, who held immense confidence in their own works, treated each composition as though it were their child.
To deny their work was to deny them as a person. Without a reasonable justification, they would absolutely refuse to accept such rejection.
Thinking of this, David-Berg forcibly suppressed the urge to sigh and habitually turned his gaze toward Janna.
"Janna, didn’t you also compose a few opera pieces about 【Isabelle】 this time? It’s a good opportunity to perform them here and let Master Quentin offer you some guidance."
At those words, everyone’s attention shifted from Quentin-Lycente to Janna.
Among them was the newly recruited male actor of the Nightingale Opera Troupe—Siwen-Rogers.
"Janna-Roland…"
Looking at the beautiful young woman who always carried a composed and graceful expression, Siwen-Rogers narrowed his eyes slightly.
As a former top star who had seen countless beauties within the opera circle, the moment he first saw Janna in person, he lost himself for more than ten seconds.
He even felt a tingling sensation as though his heart had been struck by lightning.
In truth, before today, Siwen-Rogers had not held much affection for this unseen colleague of his—in fact, there had even been faint hostility.
After all, the notoriously “sharp-tongued” Wizard Weekly had described his joining of the Nightingale Opera Troupe with humiliating terms such as “male vase,” “live-in son-in-law,” and “clout-chaser.”
In contrast, the same publication had showered endless praise upon Janna-Roland, a newcomer who debuted after him.
For the prideful Siwen-Rogers, this had felt like a form of “public execution.”
Thus, being narrow-minded by nature, Siwen-Rogers had already mentally decided to compete against her before they even met.
However, the moment he truly laid eyes upon Janna, it was as though she possessed a kind of magic that instantly dissolved his ill feelings.
What remained was only the scrutiny of a professional actor toward another professional actor’s skill.
"An opera performer who doesn’t focus on refining singing and acting, but instead indulges in so-called ‘creation’—that’s simply putting the cart before the horse."
Having never worked with Janna before, Siwen-Rogers had no idea about her actual singing or acting ability.
However, judging by her popularity and reputation within the industry, he could easily guess that her skills were certainly not poor—perhaps even quite impressive.
Still, as for Janna composing music, Siwen-Rogers had never heard of such a thing and doubted she had the ability to produce anything of high quality.
"Ah, I almost forgot—we still have a beautiful young lady here waiting to duel with me."
Returning to his seat, Quentin-Lycente looked at the girl now in the spotlight and gave a gentle, good-natured smile, teasing lightly as he spoke.
"You flatter me, Master Quentin. I only hope that when I make mistakes during my performance, everyone won’t laugh at me."
"Don’t worry—with me watching, they wouldn’t dare. Just focus on your playing."
Seeing Janna’s humble attitude, Quentin-Lycente generously “backed her up.”
After all, to the fifty-five-year-old Quentin-Lycente, Janna was merely a child.
With more than forty years of age between them—and considering his own status in the opera world—he had never once taken Janna’s so-called “creations” seriously.
In his mind, her “compositions” were likely nothing more than a young girl’s sudden whim—perhaps a few whimsical melodies that could hardly count as a full piece of music.
Still, even so, Quentin-Lycente didn’t mind giving her some advice. He rather liked Janna as a person, with a kind of affection an elder might have for a promising junior.
To those familiar with Quentin-Lycente’s famously fiery temper, this was already an extraordinarily rare level of tolerance.
"Janna, do you need me to prepare an instrument for your performance?"
"No need, David. I brought my own instrument this time."
Saying so, Janna retrieved from her 【Thorn Bracelet】 the instrument she had already prepared—【Strings of Flotenath-Moonlight】.
"I never knew you could play the harp!"
When Liji Silks saw the crystal-like, translucent twenty-three-string harp Janna took out, her eyes nearly popped wide open.
Not only was she shocked that Janna could play the harp, but she was also clearly captivated by the sheer beauty of 【Strings of Flotenath-Moonlight】—a harp worthy of the word “beautiful.”
As a Sound-type Wizard Apprentice, Liji Silks could tell at a glance that this harp was a top-tier Witch Tool, priceless and rare.
"There are plenty of things you don’t know about me."
Seeing Liji Silks’s astonished expression, Janna only smiled and raised her brow slightly. Then, carrying her harp, she walked to the piano seat where Quentin-Lycente had just performed and sat down.
"This time, I composed three pieces—all of them solo arias for 【Isabelle】."
Looking around at the people in the rehearsal hall, whose expressions varied from curiosity to skepticism, Janna still smiled as she made her introduction.
Then, she gently turned her head, focusing all her attention upon 【Strings of Flotenath-Moonlight】.
"I didn’t expect that our little idol could compose music too. What a rare sight."
Watching Janna behave so seriously at the instrument, Hill—one of the main performers—cast a teasing glance at Freya beside her.
Freya, however, only furrowed her brows slightly, gazing at Janna in mild confusion.
"With such great talent in acting, why waste time on so-called ‘creation’?"