Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 733 - 455 The Final Enemy - Isaac Meck_2
Zhang Dong was fortunate to witness this grand reconciliation among netizens in his live-streaming room, and even luckier to see them use all the underhanded tricks they used on themselves against foreigners.
But he still wanted to remind everyone:
"Isaac is very dangerous, not what he seems."
"Everyone, don't underestimate him....."
Zhang Dong's words were cut off halfway. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Suddenly——
The first note sounded.
A wave of strong sound instantly swept through the entire Golden Hall!
On the stage.
Isaac sat upright like a sculpture, moving the bow across the strings.
A sense of rapid rhythm.
An exceptionally strong tempo.
The bow swiftly crossed the strings.
Bam bam bam.
Tremolo intertwined with the piano.
.....
"(Oh... how frightening!)"
Perez swallowed nervously.
Despite having been stunned countless times by Isaac's performances,
When Isaac first drew the bow on the final stage, it still gave him goosebumps,
"(An almost perfect cello and piano ensemble!)"
——Perfect!
There is no word more apt to describe Isaac's music.
It's like a three-dimensional defense mechanism, the entire body wrapped in a hard and smooth shell, with no flaw or fault to be found, making one completely devoid of any desire to attack.
So perfect it's suffocating!
"(Compared to the second stage, he's even improved.)"
Connor showed a bitter smile,
"(Look closely at the details of his performance.)"
Connor pointed to the big screen, and beside him, Perez frowned.
Connor's reminder made Perez even more uneasy.
The more he watched, the more Perez felt something wasn't quite right.
It wasn't discordant... rather... it was too harmonious!
Like seeing a blockbuster in 4K high resolution for the first time, you can't say what's strange, but it's just very comfortable to watch.
"(Look at his movements.)"
Connor said,
"(There are almost no unnecessary movements in his body, only the right arm precisely bowing within a certain angle range, the left fingers pressing and shifting positions on the fingerboard in the most minimal, most economical path.
Every movement seems to be the result of countless calculations and optimizations, efficient and effortless. And throughout, his face is expressionless, his eyes hollow – in fact, it's very likely he's staring at the invisible data stream on the sheet music rather than engaging with the instrument or the audience.
His lips are slightly closed, breathing so steady it's almost imperceptible.)"
"(Even the movements are considered?! )"
Perez exclaimed in shock.
Upon hearing Connor's explanation, Perez watched earnestly for a while, finding that Connor's words weren't baseless.
At the moment, every motion Isaac made indeed matched Connor's description.
"(This is just fucking insane!!)"
"In music, 'perfection' could be explained with 'talent'.
But to consider even the most optimal performance posture, precise angles, and even the content of expressions and gaze...
Everything, just for delivering a 'perfect performance'.
This is no longer something that can be described as genius.
Obsessive, twisted, monstrous...
These seemingly more fitting words!
...
"Sure enough, Isaac has honed himself to the extreme."
In the theater, Yao Han watched Isaac, his eyes filled with greed for music and performance knowledge.
Next to him, He Shumo cast an inquisitive glance again,
"How does he do it? Such a performance, I've never seen it on any musician."
"This is Isaac,"
Yao Han said seriously,
"General musicians find a balance between 'emotion' and 'technique'."
"Gan Yanyu is someone who pushes 'emotion' to the extreme."
"Whereas Isaac Meck, what he pursues is the extreme of 'technique', that is, 'control'."
"Why????" He Shumo questioned.
Because humans have emotions.
Because humans can never achieve absolute rationality.
Moreover, music is an art.
If it is art, how can one complete a great work without any emotional input, using only 'technique'?
That's not human.
That's nothing short of a terrifying computing machine.
"How did he become like this?"
"I think it probably relates to his father," Yao Han reclined back, smiling as he lay in the chair.
...
...
——A woman like you, who only cares about yourself and has no respect for life, raising animals, is merely for your own beautiful mood, isn't it?
...
This sentence was spoken half a month ago, on the day the second stage ended.
When Isaac and Nishikawa Youbai went to the pet shop they often visited in the past and saw Gan Yanyu, he said this to her.
As Isaac played the cello, for some reason, this sentence appeared in his mind again.
Now thinking about it.....
Isaac clenched his teeth.
Disgusting.
So disgusting.
...
Isaac wasn't disgusted with Gan Yanyu.
It should be said, at the moment he saw Gan Yanyu, he was reminded of that man.
That man, named Fern Garrett Meck, was once a talented cellist from Austria.
Of course, he had another identity.
Isaac Meck's father.
Garrett Meck, should it be said, in the 1980s and '90s in Vienna, was a cellist renowned across the board.
His most famous performance was in February 1988, at the Golden Hall where he played the classical music 'Tears of Sapphire'.
This performance, with incredible emotional power, moved all the dignitaries and influencers of the time in Vienna, making countless audiences cry.
And Garrett Meck himself, also shed tears after that performance.
Thus, people began to say that the legendary cellist Garrett's performance possessed a magical quality, capable of immersing everyone into his musical world to experience profound emotions.....
Less than ten-year-old Isaac was filled with adoration for his father, fantasizing about becoming a musician who could freely pour his emotions into music someday.
But when Isaac saw his father bedridden, suffering from severe illness due to mental exhaustion, all his fantasies were shattered.
He tried to persuade his father to abandon such dangerous performances.
"(This isn't influence at all; it's hollow and meaningless world of music borne by sacrificing fragile spiritual power and life!)"
Isaac berated his father loudly.
However, it couldn't halt his father's footstep.
When his father collapsed on the stage of the Golden Hall and never woke up again.
Isaac understood——
What pursuit, the art of music, what experience for the audience.
Nonsense!
His father, Garrett Meck, from beginning to end, was just a person living in his own world, to satisfy his own selfish needs!
If he weren't selfish, he wouldn't have left Isaac alone, to live in this lonely and unfamiliar world....
He wouldn't have watched in silence as motherless Isaac lost fatherly love again, stepping into society all alone, earning college tuition by performing in the streets.
Even so....
The already indifferent to everything due to his father's departure Isaac, resolutely embarked on the path of music.
He wants to prove.
Even without any spiritual pursuit, even if devoid of emotion, sheer unrivaled technique can still create great masterpieces!
Isaac is going to turn music into a complex physics equation.
And he, to be the most talented physicist in the music world!
——I am the one who's right!
Watch closely.
Gan Yanyu.
Musicians like you, I already saw through long ago!
You are no different from that old man! It seems on the surface you're performing for the audience but, in reality, the music is only for yourselves, to express yourself, to vent your decaying and messy spiritual world, which no one cares about!
You selfish people!
Will never truly perform for others!
