Chapter 186 Don’t you have mobile phones?

The applause continued, and everyone was applauding Fu Diao and praising Fu Diao for his almost perfect performance in this concert.

Whether it's the complete collection of Chopin's preludes at the beginning, or Chopin's twelve piano etudes that follow, almost every piece of work meets everyone's imagination of Chopin's works.

Fu Diao has done everything you can imagine that should be done on Chopin. Fu Diao has also done some things that you have not imagined, and he has done it more perfectly than you imagined.

This kind of concert that satisfies everyone is rarely seen to its extreme.

Even many people who originally wanted to come here to listen to Fu Diao's jazz performance couldn't help but be satisfied when they came to listen to Fu Diao's classical music. There are even some people who think it doesn't matter if they don't listen to jazz, as they can hear Fu Diao's classical music.

It's already very good.

In this case, the atmosphere in the entire concert hall reached a climax. Everyone stood up, applauded, shouted, and cheered vigorously for Fu Diao.

The sound produced in this small concert hall is even far greater than those in larger concert halls.

Some students hiding in shadowed corners were also shouting.

They have listened to Fu Diao's rehearsals and performances many times, and they know better than anyone else how terrifying Fu Diao's musical details are.

Many people don't feel the error at all, and Fu will carefully adjust it dozens of times until the music becomes more harmonious.

It may be the difference between 99.99% and 100%. Most people have no way of hearing what the 0.01% difference is, but Fu Tiao will work hard for this 0.01% perfection.

And this correction made by 0.01% is not beyond everyone's imagination. It is extremely harmonious, extremely perfect, and so beautiful that it makes people enchanted.

This kind of performance is at a level that they may not be able to achieve after a lifetime of hard work. Just by taking a second look, you can feel the heartbreaking gap between yourself and Fu Diao.

Coupled with their previous efforts, when they looked at Fu Diao, they only had the last admiration and admiration left in their hearts.

And a few compliments.

"This is Fu Tiao!"

"The Xiao Sai champion is worthy of his name!"

"Sure enough, only such a performance can be worthy of the title of Xiao Sai champion."

"..."

The applause from the audience was extremely warm, as were the whispers of discussions among the people around them. In addition to shouting "bravo" constantly, everyone was also extremely excited and shared their emotions with others around them.

Andre looked at Luca who was a little dumbfounded beside him, clapped his hands, leaned close to him, and shouted softly.

"How's it going? Isn't Fu's performance perfect?"

"ah?"

Luca was still immersed in Fu Tiao's performance and couldn't extricate himself. In addition, the applause of the people around him was so warm that he didn't even hear clearly what Andre was saying in his ears. He couldn't help but said in confusion: "

What did you say?"

"I said, Vodio's performance! Isn't it perfect!"

This time, when Andre said Fu Diao's name, he tried to use the Chinese spelling of the name, but it was not particularly refreshing, so he could only point to Fu Diao helplessly while clapping his hands,

Repeated: "Dior, Fu! Fu!"

"Ah? Oh..."

Luca looked at Andre's gesture next to him and suddenly woke up. He nodded vigorously, clapped and said loudly: "Yes! Very beautiful! Very perfect! I like his performance very much!"

"Hahaha, I knew that if you, a person who doesn't really listen to classical music, can like Fu's performance, then Fu will definitely become a top master who enjoys a huge reputation in the world! Absolutely!"

"Are you kidding? Do you think Fu is no longer an international master?"

Fu Tiao was bowing to the people around him on the stage. Looking at Fu Tiao who had already become a master, Luka couldn't help but laugh. He hit Andre next to him with his elbow and said angrily: "The last

At least for me, he is already a master! An absolute master!"

"Absolute master?"

"Yes! On my side!" Luca paused for a moment and added: "Although his background may not be deep enough now, and his international reputation is not strong, the reputation of the winner of the Chopin International Piano Competition is very resounding.

It is far better than the publicity of his playing level, but his current level definitely has the signs of a master! Many masters back then were not even as good as him now!"

"Not even Argerich back then?" Andre joked.

After hearing this, Luka rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "I said there are many masters, but not all masters. What's the use of gossiping with me here? Get out of here."

Having said that, he didn't bother to pay attention to Andre beside him, and looked at Fu Diao with expectant eyes.

There are fewer and fewer top masters coming out now, and no one can say exactly why. The recordings of many newcomers can only be said to be excellent, but there is no way to convince the public.

The albums that everyone listens to most every year are basically all albums by old-school masters, and albums by ordinary performers are selling less and less, so that more and more music industry practitioners can only teach.

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It’s not that their level is weak, compared to the past, their level has definitely increased!

It's just that the albums everyone listens to are all albums played by the top masters, and the albums they compare are the master's most perfect albums. Therefore, if your performance level is not as good as those masters, it is easy to fall into a state of being ignored.

And how many people are there who can reach the master level?

Those who rank first in the art performance department of the conservatory of music every year may not necessarily be able to survive by relying on their majors. Not to mention selling records, concerts are held at a loss. If you want to survive, you can basically only rely on teaching classes.

.

It is extremely difficult for the new generation of pianists to grow up, but currently the most popular record seller is Lang Liangyue.

In this case, the potential and strength shown by Fu Diao have been proved a lot. There is no need for Luka to say anything. People with a little ear can hear how big the gap is between Fu Diao and those top masters.

Small.

If you have poor sensitivity to music, you may not even be able to hear any difference.

And this is the main reason why Luka is looking forward to Fu Tiao.

Fu Diao is strong enough!

At least on Chopin, it is enough to break the blockade of those top bosses.

"As expected of Fu Diao and the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition! I am really looking forward to what kind of jazz performance he can make now!"

Luca applauded and said to Andre beside him.

The same was true for Andre. He clapped equally vigorously, looked at the stage expectantly, and approved.

"Yes, classical music can be played like this, so how can jazz, which has been praised by the outside world, be played like this?"

"..."

Not just these two people, almost everyone in the entire concert hall was discussing this matter.

In addition to Fu Diao's performance in classical concerts, his jazz encore is also a segment that many audiences are looking forward to.

As for what kind of encore Fu Tiao might perform, everyone is still speculating.

Behind the stage at this moment.

After Fu Diao returned for four consecutive performances, he sat on a chair behind the stage looking a little tired and slightly unbuttoned his collar, making the whole look a bit sloppy.

As usual, after so many encores, it’s time to go on stage for an encore.

I don't know when a group of students gathered nearby. They surrounded Fu Diao, looking at Fu Diao cautiously and with a hint of curiosity, pushing each other, but no one came out.

Fu Diao seemed to notice the small movements of their group and raised his head to look at them. When he saw them like this, he couldn't help but smile slightly and nodded slightly to them.

"What's the matter? Don't worry, I don't eat people."

There was a burst of friendly laughter immediately among the students, followed by another push. A man with an obviously Asian face was pushed out of the group and stood in front of Fu Diao, scratching his head awkwardly.

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly in the Chinese dialect from Taiwan.

"Well, hello, Mr. Fu Tiao, I am Liu Chenyu, a KCB student from Taiwan. Can I ask you a question?"

"Hello..." It was the first time Fu Tiao met a student from Taiwan. For some reason, he suddenly remembered a joke, laughed suddenly, and said to him in a relaxed voice, "You are so cool when you talk like that."

"No way! I can't even have a motorcycle when I talk like this!" Liu Chenyu immediately retorted without any hesitation. Then looking at Fu Diao's joking expression, he immediately understood something and said helplessly: "Teacher Fu Diao, the motorcycle is on our side.

Dirty words, we rarely say them like that now."

"Okay, okay."

Fu Tiao was just joking with him, and immediately waved his hand and said: "I understand, I won't say it next time. What can I do for you?"

"There's nothing wrong with it..." Liu Chenyu glanced at the group of people behind him, scratched his head a little embarrassed again, and whispered: "That's it... I want to ask Teacher Fu Diao, that's it.

Do you have any jazz scores that you arranged? The ones you played at the encore? We'd love to study them."

"Research? Don't you have my recording?" Fu Diao asked in confusion: "I remember that I seemed to have already sent the recording out?"

"No, we didn't find the corresponding recording on YouTube, or even searched it!" He said very seriously: "So if you can, we hope you can give us some music score research

Let’s take a moment. If it doesn’t work, we can just record it, but it all depends on what you think, teacher. If you really don’t agree, then forget it.”

"Forehead……"

Fu Tiao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but raise his head and think about it briefly, thinking about what he did when he was recording before.

He remembers that he seemed to have said that he was going to drop a copy of this recording on YouTube? Did he forget it at the time? Or did he not drop it at all?

Fu Diao thought for a while, apologized, and immediately picked up his phone to browse through it quickly, and found that he had indeed not thrown the previous files onto the YouTube channel.
To be continued...