Chapter 68: The Ultimate Melancholic Artist (Second Update!) (Vote for me, please!)
“Alright, to understand why this happened, we’ve gotta look at the emotions behind Mozart’s piece.”
First off, the whole symphony is in G minor, a key that naturally gives off deep, gloomy vibes. Originally, the instruments were all playing together, but after Lin Tian’s touch, he simplified it to just a cello and piano duet. This only made the cello’s melancholic tone stronger.
Lin Tian only completed the first movement of the piece. And boy, was that one packed with tension and excitement!
The beginning was like a roller coaster ride, filled with intense moments and contrast, making anxiety and urgency seep through the air. However, once things got rowdy, they’d calm down with soft notes, making you think. That’s why people say this is like Mozart’s “tears with a smile.”
Gan Yan Yu only played a little bit earlier. She couldn’t last long.
Turns out, she’s a super passionate classical musician with some mental health issues and major asthma. So it’s no wonder that playing this brought her great suffering.
“.”
“Let’s take a breather,” Lin Tian said to comfort Gan Yan Yu as he gently took the cello away from her.
Maybe she just needed time to recover.
Gan Yan Yu put her feet on the couch and curled up like an upset bunny. She sure seemed beat up.
Next up, Lin Tian wanted to check out the instruments sent by Lucky Piano Shop.
“The ad people asked us to promote their ‘Tiger Stripe Handmade Violin,’ model YS07.”
“An entry-level one, priced at 16,888 yuan.”
Lin Tian thought about it. Man, that’s expensive. For a beginner, a violin could cost just a thousand or two online, but this is a big shop with franchises all over China. They probably want high-end customers.
Gan Yan Yu, being an entry-level enthusiast, had other ideas. But now that she’s famous, more people might actually want to learn the cello. It’s like watching shows; even though everyone laughs and bickers, Old Zhan has seriously boosted the Go scene. He’s attracted a ton of people.
But hey, marketing strategies aren’t Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu’s problem. What matters is making sure the family gets perks. People who buy violins from [The Moon and the Cat] get special deals.
Unlike those other online influencers who lie to get money, Lin Tian would cut the prices right down. No nonsense!
“I see.”
Gan Yan Yu nodded anyway. Sure, it was pricey, but the quality matched the price for luxury buyers. They’d discuss the rest after a successful collaboration.
“Got it.”
Lin Tian checked his phone, “Lucky Piano Shop offered us three yuan per thousand views.”
“A buck ten cents per million!”
The last time “Can-Can” hit millions. But this was a viral sensation, like a wave on TikTok. A regular video scoring a hundred thousand views was already a win!
If someone did an edge-dancing version of the 40th Symphony, both Rian and Gan Yan Yu would go bonkers.
Three cents per thousand views. Compared to secondhand marketplace ads or phone card promos, that’s dirt cheap. But it’s a soft ad after all.
No need to speak the ad words in the video or spam links. Just top comment with the instrument provider info. Lin Tian and Gan Yan Yu decided this kept the video clean and classy.
But no worries, Lin Tian had a revenue boost card to ensure profits.
After getting some rest—
Lin Tian looked at Gan Yan Yu. “Want to try again?”
Thinking of her painful expressions, Lin Tian worried.
Maybe he should write something light-hearted instead and have fun.
“To the moon!”
Gan Yan Yu stood, jaw set firm. Even though her sorrow lingered in her ears, she wouldn’t let go of such a great piece.
“Let’s rock.”
Lin Tian, knowing full well she might stop anytime, still said,
“If it gets too tough, just pause.”
They re-set the camera.
He took a deep breath.
Her eyes closed, yet her heart pounded through the music.
Bang! Bang!
That heartbroken sound echoed again.
Suddenly she saw that ultimate miserable artist, crying, slamming his fist on the table, letting out a heavy cry.
Faster and faster!
The bow in her hand sped on, unstoppable!
Lin Tian’s eyes widened.
His piano lagged behind now!
Her cello, like a wild horse, mixed with the 40th Symphony, clashed soulfully.
But he couldn’t keep up with her!
He couldn’t feel it like she did!
Lin Tian turned—
and the sight froze him.
Her legs, shoulders, shaking; panic, pain on her face—
(Fin)
