Chapter 109 The score is in hand and the semi-finals are about to be revealed
Early the next morning.
It was just dawn, about half past seven, when Qin Jian got up from the bed.
After briefly washing up, he quietly left the room with his bag on his back.
When I came back, it was already noon.
In addition to bringing two portions of He Jing’s favorite chicken soup dumplings.
There is also a backpack of books, a whole backpack.
Time goes back to 4 hours ago.
Start by leaving the hotel and looking for the subway station.
Throughout the morning, Qin Jian appeared in major music-related bookstores in Yanjing.
From the art bookstore at the entrance of the Yanjing Conservatory of Music in Xingfumen, to the book building in Danxi.
From the International Foreign Language Bookstore in Tufujing to Music Book, a national chain bookstore in DH District.
According to the order in his memory, Qin Jian ran through them one by one, but to no avail.
Just when he almost gave up.
Never imagined.
In an extremely remote corner, Qin Jian finally found it.
Although there is only the last copy left, and it looks quite shabby.
But after a rough look through it.
Qin Jian is like a treasure.
…
‘Rhapsody On A Theme Of Paganini Op.43’
At this moment, sitting on the bed in the hotel, feeling the heavy orchestra score in his hands, Qin Jian felt filled with a sense of security.
The sooner you get this kind of thing, the better it will be for you.
In addition to this hard-earned score, Qin Jian also found many other treasures.
A collection of Schumann's piano pieces with a very beautiful cover.
A collector's edition of Chopin's etudes originally published in Vienna.
A complete set of German editions of Czerny etudes.
Plus the Chinese translations of three other foreign music books and the orchestra score of Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini.
Qin Jian paid a total of more than 800 soft sister coins.
"This set of Xiao Lian is really not cheap."
He Jing looked at the price behind the beautiful cover and couldn't help but click her tongue, but there was no blame in her words. It was just that for her, there was no difference between the music scores from foreign publishing houses with gorgeous covers and the free genuine music scores online.
"Huh?"
He Jing's tone suddenly changed, and her eyes moved to the side with a hint of surprise: "Selected Collections of Schumann."
"Yes, I'll give it to you."
Qin Jian said as he took out a bank card from his pocket and waved it in front of He Jing, "Before leaving, my dad gave me a bank card. He also said, cough cough."
After pretending to cough twice, Qin Jian's face jumped, and he imitated Qin Gang's tone and said roughly: "If your sister likes anything, just take the initiative and pay for it. Do you hear me?"
"Then, thank you, Teacher Qin."
He Jing held the book in her arms. Under her calm eyes, a pair of small dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.
"Thank you also to classmate Qin Jian for the chicken soup dumplings."
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Dining room.
"Qin Jian, yesterday's semi-final video can be found online."
"It's pretty fast." Qin Jian didn't show too much surprise. It was expected. "Can you all watch it?"
He Jing nodded and said, "Well, I watched all the contestants after you finished."
"How is it, is it wonderful?" Qin Jian drank the eight-treasure porridge in the plastic cup in one gulp.
"You can take the time to listen to it," He Jing also put down her chopsticks, "it might be very exciting."
"good."
After a simple meal, He Jing packed up and left the hotel.
Before leaving.
The two siblings agreed to meet at the entrance of the Zhongshan Concert Hall at 4:30 p.m.
After He Jing left, the room became too quiet.
Probably because the time for the announcement of the list was getting closer and closer, Qin Jian couldn't help but feel impetuous in his heart.
Continuous busyness and exhaustion are indeed a good way to temporarily let go of anxiety, but at this moment, in the leisurely room, Qin Jian cannot be as calm as on the surface.
'Maybe it will be exciting.'
He Jing's words during the meal seemed to have touched a sensitive nerve of the young man.
In the second round, although Qin Jian believed that he had achieved the best performance expected.
But if we compare it to the entire competition, we can’t say that it’s not a good performance, but in terms of its brilliance, from the length of the piece to the technical difficulty, “Girl in the Garden” really doesn’t have much to write home about.
When twenty enters twelve, eight will disappear.
"Why--"
"Don't think about it anymore, it's a waste of time."
Qin Jian shook his head and went directly to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water.
When I came out again, I felt much more awake.
I looked at the time and saw that there were still three hours until the results were announced.
"start."
Clearing away the gloom, Qin Jian took out the band score he had just received.
I sat down at the desk next to the TV and turned to the first page of the score.
A whole page of works is introduced.
""Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" is a great work full of imagination and fighting spirit composed by Rashi for piano and orchestra. Please believe me, this work has been a miracle in itself from the moment it was born..."
"This piece has a total of 24 variations. Perhaps it is a way to commemorate Paganini's twenty-four capriccios. You must know that genius's ideas are always different from ordinary people's..."
"Let's first talk about the entire formal structure of this rhapsody..."
In order to ensure that he could accurately understand the description in the text, Qin Jian did not choose to listen to the audio while
Just by describing it, I kept sketching out the texture of this piece in my mind.
Read it twice carefully.
Qin Jian turned to the second page.
"If you are a conductor, please turn back to the first page and read it again."
"If you are a concert player in an orchestra, I suggest you give this booklet to your conductor, he will be grateful to you later."
"If you are a lead performer, then congratulations, I need you to memorize the score of each part. If you can't do that, just close the book. It is not suitable for you..."
Qin Jian seemed to have entered a puzzle game. In just twenty minutes, he had calmed down into a special environment.
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For the vast number of classical music lovers in Yanjing, the recent past has been a rare classical music feast.
Today is even more special.
At eight o'clock in the evening, in the Chime Concert Hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts, the main venue of the Huayun Youth Music Skills Competition, a talented conductor from Latvia will lead the Lesippi Symphony Orchestra to perform a performance belonging to Yanjing on this historic stage.
People's New Year Concert.
This is also the first time for this top band with pure European origin to perform in China.
At this time, in the Chime Bell Concert Hall, on the stage, the entire orchestra was undergoing intense final rehearsals.
In the center of the four-pipe big band is a black grand piano. A young man in casual clothes is sitting in front of the piano, waving his hands enthusiastically.
The sound of the piano is interspersed with the symphony orchestra with its all-conquering power.
There is a program list placed on the armrest of every seat under the stage.
A playbill that had been carelessly left on the ground was now open, its top slightly visible under the light.
'Second half——'
‘4. Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor——Composer: S. Rachmaninoff, conductor: Andris Nelson, piano: Fang Zongyao’
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16:15.
"In a classical concerto, the appearance of every concerto is a carefully planned plan."
Qin Jian rubbed his temples and closed the band score with a thoughtful expression on his face and a sigh in his heart.
Regarding the concept of piano concerto, Qin Jian admitted that his knowledge has been refreshed.
"But fortunately there is still enough time."
After carefully putting away the music score, Qin Jian also left the room.
It's almost time for the appointment with He Jing, and it's also almost time to receive the results.
Walking on the street leading to Zhongshan Concert Hall.
Qin Jian could hear his heartbeat carrying a strong rhythm amidst the sound of wind in his ears.