Enough is enough; what’s done is done, let nature take its course.
Anyway, since the Marseillaise is now absent, when my own troops charge with bayonets, they’ll have a military song to sing, which might just boost morale by thirty percent.
Beethoven: "I want to go back and compose music right now!"
Anning: "At least take me to your troupe first?"
"It’s just up ahead. Today is Liberty Memorial Day, so there’s no performance this morning and everyone is at the event."
Anning: "Did you all come to France because you admire the revolution?"
"Yes, most of our troupe are Germans, with some Italians. We all want to start revolutions in our homelands to overthrow the rule of the lords.
"The French Revolution has shown us a way out! Many of us used to rely on enlightened monarchs to make reforms, but now we all support constitutional monarchy."
Anning thought to himself, sadly, France would soon be without an emperor, as it’s already July 14, 1790. The days are numbered.
By now, Queen Mary must be feeding Louis XVI delusions, or even engaging her lover Fersen to prepare an escape plan.
Beethoven: "I was so excited when the French King swore allegiance to the constitution. How great it would be if the Austrian King made the same oath!"
Talking about the Austrian King at this time actually refers to the Holy Roman Emperor. Yes, the one that’s neither holy, nor Roman, nor even an empire.
Theoretically, the Holy Roman Emperor’s rank is higher than the French King’s, after all, he’s an emperor, but at this age, no one cares about that anymore, and the terms "king" and "emperor" are often used interchangeably.
After all, it’s the dusk of the Feudal Era.
Anning: "I’m afraid the Holy Roman Emperor won’t bow to the constitution. Putting Queen Theresa aside, the newly enthroned Leopold is not as enlightened as her."
Beethoven: "Yes, just recently Leopold was in Vienna arresting supporters of the French Revolution and shutting down publications advocating for French emulation. We left Vienna for France around that time."
Beethoven paused, then excitedly continued: "But after arriving in France, I found it so wonderful here. On the streets every day, there’s discussion about constitutionalism. Everyone cares about politics, about the future of the country.
"I feel surrounded by like-minded people here, by kindred spirits everywhere!"
It’s the same feeling as when progressive youth arrived in the Su District in another timeline.
Beethoven: "Since arriving in Paris, I’ve had an endless stream of inspiration every day; it’s as if countless pieces of music are waiting for me to compose them!"
Is there a possibility that you feel this way because, damn it, you’re the great composer?
Beethoven, brimming with enthusiasm, recounted his feelings, then suddenly stopped and pointed to a theater in front: "We’ve arrived; the troupe is right here. Please come in, let me introduce you to our lead singer and the other staff. Then please allow me to excuse myself for a while to compose the piece you’ve just inspired!"
Anning nodded, dismounted his horse: "Go ahead, I can look around by myself."
The moment the words left his mouth, a young lady rushed up: "You couldn’t be the Lion of Bastille, Andy Frost, could you? I’m an actress in the troupe, the lead singer in the play ’Bastille’! My name is Marilyn Jour!"
Anning saw that the girl was pretty and was delighted—of course, one is happy to see a beauty.
—Ms. Jour, goodness, aren’t you perhaps an assassin on the side when not performing opera?
Internally mocking, Anning, at the same time, lightly kissed the back of Jour’s hand.
Marilyn Jour couldn’t catch her breath and fainted.
Anning quickly caught the lady as she was about to collapse into unconsciousness.
Please, all I did was kiss the back of your hand, no need to faint over it!
The girl came to and saw Anning’s cheeks flushed with color: "I’m sorry, I was too excited, after all, you are the hero of all Paris, the magician of the battlefield..."
Anning: "You flatter me, it’s just a minor fame."
At this moment, another imposing man stepped forward: "Hello, Mr. Frost, I am an actor with the same troupe, Sean Pont! I am playing you in the opera Bastille!"
Anning looked up and realized that the gentleman before him resembled Tom Cruise.
Although not bad-looking himself, Anning felt there was a huge gap compared to Tom Cruise.
For a moment, Anning thought to ask the troupe to replace him with a less handsome actor to portray a more realistic depiction.
Beethoven said to Sean Pont: "Mr. Frost just sang me a very majestic song, I am about to transcribe the score. Take Mr. Frost to the restaurant, I will go to the attic for a while."
"Sure, go ahead," Sean Pont patted Beethoven on the shoulder.
"Oh, and," Beethoven added, "where is Elinor Omonds? I want him to write the lyrics, this tune is absolutely great. With this song, our opera will reach its final form! It will surely move many more people!"
Sean Pont: "He’s in the preparation room on the second floor."
Beethoven hurried off, not even taking the time to say goodbye to Anning.
Sean Pont: "Oh, it seems to be his habit, he has to live in the attic to be inspired, all his tunes are written there."
Anning thought to himself, well that’s artists for you, a bit quirky but normal.
Sean Pont: "Let me take you to the troupe’s restaurant, everyone just came back from the Festival of Liberty and are preparing for tonight’s performance. Everyone’s excited, and seeing you will probably get them even more excited, right?"
Anning: "This lady has already fainted with excitement. I don’t want everyone to faint when they see me."
Miss Marilyn, with her face red, shyly broke free from Anning’s arms and distanced herself: "I just... I just have a bit of anemia."
Sean Pont: "This way, please. But I can’t guarantee no one will faint, after all, it is you!"
Anning nodded, handed his horse over to the coachman who came up to him, and followed Sean Pont into the troupe.
Unexpectedly, several female members of the troupe fainted, and the actor playing Marquis Delonais, Fortress Commander, was so excited he couldn’t even speak while holding Anning’s hand.
Anning finally got a direct sense of how high his reputation was among the ordinary revolutionaries.
This Nema, no wonder Lafayette is targeting me .
With such a reputation, not only my enemies are scared, but even I am afraid.
Literally a case of fame shaking the authority.
After visiting the theater, Beethoven appeared again.
With his handwritten score in hand, he rushed to the troupe’s orchestra: "Everybody! This is the tune that Mr. Frost just hummed, I’ve transcribed it into a score! I’ve done a rough orchestration, take a look, Omnes is still writing the lyrics, let’s aim to use this song tonight!"
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