Chapter 5 5

Although I am home now... The piece that begins thus was all the rage in 1689.Watching British opera also has a distressing point, that is, the consent in the song can often be understood by you. Although I am home now-- Return to the loess, I hope you will not increase your heart in vain because of my fault—— heartbroken... Queen Dido of Carthage was about to commit suicide, and she felt the need to sing an aria to tell the world about her heart.The music is beautiful, and the lyrics are extremely elegant.Sheila Merritt sang really well too, and it's no accident that she got so many voices.At last she closed her eyes, and the cupids danced and scatter roses in their hands, and the curtain fell.

We stood up too, and I said, "Hey, Gwen, I'm going to watch the show today." "Then let's go and thank the two hosts," she replied. We squeezed our way through the crowd and into the orchestra pit. "Where's Steve?" Mr. Stein asked when we met, while he was putting on the cello.His hair is a little grey, looking loose and loose, it seems that he doesn't have the habit of dealing with combing. "He's on watch with Joanna," Gwen replied. "This is Oliver, Joanna's friend." (Really, why do you need to emphasize it so much!) At this time, Mrs. Stanley also came with her viola.Although she is a little short and a little fat, she has a cheerful look that makes people feel very amiable.

"Lord Stein, are you receiving courtiers again?" "As usual, my dear," he agreed, and went on, "you met Gwen. And here's Oliver, Joe's friend." "Good to see you. How is our daughter?" "It's all right," said Mr. Stein, before I could reply. "I'm asking you, Stein?" Mrs. Stein said. "Joe's fine," they tease them, and I say mine anyway. "Thank you for sending us the tickets." "Did you like the play?" asked Mrs. Stange. "That goes without saying. It's amazing!" It was her husband who answered.

"Who asked you again?" Stein said greatly. "I know what I'm doing, so I answered for him. No, Merritt sang it really well." Then he turned around and chatted with me again: "This old man Purcell is really good at composing music, isn't he? You listened to that finale—the chromatic changes of those descending quadruplets, and you really handled it superbly!" "Perhaps he wasn't paying attention, Stein," said Mrs. Stein. "How could I not have noticed. Merritt has sung that accent four times!" "Don't worry about him, Oliver," Mrs. Stange said to me. "It's all right if he doesn't talk about music, but he's like a madman when he talks about music."

"If you don't talk about music, what else can we talk about?" Mr. Stein replied, and then continued: "Everyone is invited to come on Sunday. The place is at our house. The time is half past five. Then our It's really a joy to perform." "We can't come," Gwen, who had been listening, rejoined the conversation now. "It happened to be the wedding anniversary of Stephen and his elder brother." "Nothing," said Mr. Stein. "What about Oliver..." "Maybe he has other plans of his own," Mrs. Stein came to my rescue.

"Who are you to speak for him?" Mr. Stein said to his wife, outraged.Then he asked me: "I'll be there around 5:30. Bring any musical instruments you usually have." "I can't do anything but play ice hockey," I replied, thinking that would make him back off. "Then bring the hockey stick," Mr. Stein said. "We'll put you in charge of the ice. See you on Sunday, Oliver." ① Refers to small cubes of ice that can be added to drinks or wine. I sent Gwen home, and Steve asked, "How was the show?" "Great!" Gwen couldn't think of words to describe it. "Such a good show, you just missed it."

"What does Barrett think?" He asked again hastily, but I was standing beside him.I got a new speaker, Mr. Stein, and I really wanted to ask Steve to ask him, but all I could do was goo, "That's good." "That's good," Steve said. But in my heart, I seemed to feel the feeling of Queen Dido back then, and a thought appeared in my mind: I was really hooked this time.