The northeast corner of Yanjing East Shishitiao Overpass.
Poly Theater.
The main concert hall of the Poly Theater welcomed a special group of people this afternoon.
Wearing casual clothes, carrying or carrying various bags, they walked in one after another from the back door of the concert hall.
But there are no performances scheduled in the theater this afternoon.
At this time, the entire concert hall was filled with the gorgeous chapter of the "Piano Concerto in A minor", the only piece Grieg ever composed in his life.
On the stage, sitting in front of the piano, the girl performed affectionately.
No longer wearing a black dress, her long hair swaying freely is flowing with the music.
Below the stage.
The old man sitting in the middle of the audience was carefully watching every move of the girl on the stage.
After a while, a man in a black coat sat down next to the old man.
"Dean Zhou, the orchestra is here."
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone," the old man said slowly, "Have the accommodation been arranged?"
"Don't worry, everything has been arranged."
"Okay," the old man nodded, "then let's pack up and get ready to start. Boren has already contacted the theater, and someone will deliver the large percussion instrument right away."
As he was talking, the large wooden sliding door on the side of the stage was opened.
Three people slowly appeared carrying a set of timpani.
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On another broad stage.
The principal bassoon player of the Lesippi Symphony Orchestra is playing heavy and clear tones one after another.
At this time, the full chorus composed of the entire viola and cello parts serves as the foundation for the symphony, and the sounds of the three instruments are intertwined, sounding particularly harmonious.
Sudden.
The crisp and fast sound of the piano appeared, with a sense of violence.
At this moment, the volume of the bassoon was obviously suppressed, and the performer's expression instantly became as ugly as the music itself.
The music in this state lasts for about ten seconds.
"stop!!"
"stop!!"
With the violent voice coming from the podium.
Everyone stopped and looked at the command podium
On the podium, the middle-aged conductor with brown hair frowned, looked at the young man in front of the piano again, and sighed softly.
He turned around and chirped a few words to the woman beside him.
then.
The woman nodded little by little as she listened, but her expression gradually became a little embarrassed.
"what did he say?"
The boy in front of the piano obviously also discovered this, "Just tell me, it doesn't matter."
"...Well, he asked if you were awake, and then, um, asked if you were sick?"
The podium started to chirp again.
"He said that if it really can't go on, then change the track."
Veins suddenly popped out in the boy's hands that were placed on the keys.
He turned to look at the middle-aged man in the audience.
After a long time.
His hands fell down and he sighed softly.
He smiled at the female translator who still looked embarrassed and said, "No, let's continue."
"I'm sorry for the mistake just now." As he said that, he lowered his head towards the conductor.
five minutes later.
A quiet clarinet sound slowly appeared.
Under the rapid bow of the violent violin.
The young man's expression tightened slightly, and when the Xingyunzhiyu music reached a certain point, he suddenly raised his hand and dropped it.
There is no perfect fusion without a second gap.
At this moment, on the podium, Nelson's eyes once again showed the excitement and fierceness of a beast discovering delicious prey.
His arms became stronger.
The brilliance of Prokofiev's Third Piano Concerto shines in every corner of the stage.
It's just that the middle-aged people in the audience haven't recovered from the young man's glance.
My heart couldn't calm down for a long time.
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The camera cuts back to the National Center for the Performing Arts.‘
In the opera hall, the first trombone and the second trombone played in unison alternately, like the last baptism for ancient warriors wearing armor and holding spears before going to war.
The volume of the fast rolling timpani gradually became stronger, like a black thunder cloud hiding in the sky above the ancient battlefield.
A sharp piccolo sounded across the sky.
“Shua——————!!”
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"Is this the orchestra part of Variation 24..."
Qin Jian swallowed, even though his mouth was already very dry.
With a "grum" coming from his throat, he subconsciously glanced at Xia Dong beside him.
My eyes cannot calm down.
Twenty-three minutes have passed.
Starting from the first variation of the work to the last variation.
The entire orchestra performed this piece like a complete symphony without a lead piano.
Moreover, Qin Jian did not just appreciate it purely, he had a complete set of music scores in his mind.
He paid close attention to certain parts of the voice that required special attention.
There is no place that has been overlooked by the orchestra.
Rigorous and meticulous.
What’s even more unbelievable is——
After Xia Dong waved lightly to the concertmaster twenty-three minutes ago, he returned to his seat, crossed his legs and turned into an audience member.
There is no conductor throughout the whole process.
But the music seems to perfectly present every detail of the composer's musical wisdom under a pair of big hands.
The work is certainly great.
While he once again admired Rachmaninov's genius creation in his heart, Qin Jian's admiration for the man around him had reached an all-time high.
In fact, as one of the many orchestras in China, Qin Jian did not know that the reputation of the Yanjing Philharmonic Orchestra was not as good as that of some local orchestras before Xia Dong took over as conductor.
Even in Yanjing, the most central place for the spread of Chinese culture, its position is very subtle.
In the small classical music circle in Yanjing, there are three national-level symphony orchestras...
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“鞥!!”
"Buzz!!"
"Boom!!"
"Qiang!!"
Under the last powerful chorus of the bassoon, French horn, one or two tubas, timpani and a number of bowed string instruments!
Xia Dong suddenly stood up, pressed his hands together, as if playing the piano from a distance, and said: "Bang!!"
In the entire hall, only the endlessly derived fifth-degree sounds lingering above the orchestra rose higher and higher, and gradually completely dissipated under the warm lamp.
Applause rang out, from little Linzel, "This is really spectacular."
"The last one just now should have been played by you."
Xia Dong turned around, glanced at Qin Jian with a smile, and waved to the stage, "Everyone, please rest first."
"After listening to the whole thing, how do you feel?"
"It's great. I've never seen a symphony without a conductor."
"Thank you," Xia Dong waved his hand and suddenly became serious, "I very much approve of your performance, and you must also know about my orchestra."
"I think now we can talk about future cooperation issues."
"In my case, every player I work with is the same, no matter who they are in any format."
"I have two thoughts now."
"First, when the time comes, I will raise the conductor, and we will complete the twenty-three-minute performance together."
"Second."
Xia Dong paused, and his little eyes suddenly flickered.