The originally black and white music chart suddenly became colorful at this moment.
He quickly turned back a few pages, doing the same thing on every page.
Only the piano part is still black.
The color of each remaining part's spectrum changes.
The violin part's score turns red.
The viola turned orange....
Blue harp, purple bass, golden trumpet, brown bassoon, green euphonium, silver flute...
It didn't matter that the color of the music score changed. Wherever he looked, Qin Jian could clearly hear the melody on the music score in front of him.
Viewed horizontally, the concerto scores for each different instrument will highlight the performance marks of the main notes.
Looking vertically, within the same measure, the harmony composed of single notes from different instruments will be displayed with clear harmony marks, and the score will have clear lines connecting several notes together.
"Gulu."
Qin Jian swallowed unconsciously.
"This kind of perspective is the real way to fully analyze a score in the most professional way."
For a score, a hundred conductors, there may be a hundred different ways of handling it.
But no professional conductor will jump out of the harmonic progression formula given by the composer.
This is consensus and common sense.
With Qin Jian's current musical literacy, being able to memorize the score of each instrument is still the unreasonable effect of memorizing pills.
Under such a premise, it is not difficult for him to perform a simple analysis, but it is absolutely impossible to dismember the music like a butcher dissecting a cow in front of him.
Qin Jian was even convinced that ordinary commanders could not accomplish this in such detail.
"I wonder if it's possible to save a piece of music like this."
Quickly browsing the first page of the introduction, Qin Jian closed the score, reviewed it briefly in his mind, and looked happy.
"There's a show!"
The next second, I quickly opened the music score, started reading from the second page, and started reading quickly.
...
The wings of the piano boy improve the staff analysis ability by three times.
Time limit is one hour.
Five minutes have passed.
On the screen at this time, the staff on the stage were busy again, and the musicians of the Lesippi Symphony Orchestra were walking out from both sides of the backstage one by one.
As soon as he appeared on the stage, he caused a stir off the stage.
Netizens who watched the live broadcast online also commented during the comments.
‘Damn it, a foreign band is here too, 66666’
‘Looking very cool, [serious face]-.
-’
‘Would you like to see clearly, the Lesbian Symphony Orchestra, one of the top five symphony orchestras in the world’
‘It’s not good-looking, the first violinist looks like an aunt~~’
‘You know p, all artists look like this’
'So, you also look like an artist?'
'piss off...'
.....
At the scene, after all the members of the Lesippi Symphony Orchestra were seated neatly, the host's voice sounded again.
"The fifth player to appear in this round - Fang Zongyao, recommended by the Huayun Competition Organizing Committee."
"Designated piano, yamahacxf."
"Competition tracks for this round"
"Prokofiev Piano Concerto No. 3"
"Instructor, Fu Hua"
"Concerto, Lesbian Symphony Orchestra"
"Conductor, Andreas Nelson"
There was applause.
The live broadcast barrage started jumping crazily again.
‘The organizing committee’s recommendation? And this cool move?? The default winner???’
‘You can actually play Pu San, oh shit~’
‘Majepa has cycled countless times’
"Come and see Nielsen passing by. By the way, the third level is very easy. Our hospital is average."
'If you don't show off, you can die, which hospital is this?'
‘Come on, come on, so handsome~~’
...
On one side of the stage, Fang Zongyao and Nelson conductor walked out in parallel rows.
Instead of his usual black-clad image, he wore a white tuxedo today.
The side-parted short hair style is handsome and capable, like a boy from a comic, quiet, noble, and full of aura.
Under the applause, Fang Zongyao and Nielsen nodded and exchanged a few words, then turned around and gave a simple hug to "Auntie" who was the first violinist.
Then he sat down in front of the piano.
After the hall fell completely silent, Nelson waved his baton.
The lonely clarinet's quiet introduction.
Under the magnificent orchestra.
The young man in front of the piano raised his hands and dropped his fingers very quickly.
Start jumping like two cheerful rabbits.
A witty epic.
.....
Prokofiev's fantasy fills every corner of the Chimes Concert Hall.
The backstage staff have already begun to busy themselves with the final touches of the game, and a group of media reporters have been stationed on the only way for the contestants to leave the stage.
Qin Jian quickly flipped through the colorful music scores attentively. While reading and memorizing, he was still analyzing Shen Qingci, Xia Dong and the contents recorded in the original scores.
With the clearer command perspective in his mind, he became more confident in the upcoming stage without a conductor.
...
After reading the seventeenth variation, Qin Jian stretched his body, raised his head and glanced at the stage.
Fang Zongyao's second movement is already halfway completed.
"There's enough time."
Just when Qin Jian turned the music score to the next page.'
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
Get up and open the door
Duan Ran was wearing a beige coat outside the door, holding shoes in one hand and a cloth bag in the other.
"Leave me alone for a moment," Duan Ran said, slipping past Qin Jian and entering the door. "My rest room is occupied by reporters."
Following a small chaos in the corridor outside the door, Qin Jian quickly closed the door.
When he turned around, Duan Ran was already sitting next to him, breathing heavily.
"Why are there reporters backstage?"
Qin Jian asked with some confusion, picked up a bottle of water from the cabinet on the side and handed it to the other party.
"Thank you," Duan Ran took the water, "I don't know. As soon as I came out of the backstage, a man and a woman came up to me and asked me if I had time to answer a few questions. When I returned to the rest room, a group of reporters were already blocking the door.
Already."
"I see, then just stay here for now."
Qin Jian returned to his seat as he said, "Well, I still have something to deal with."
Looking at the sheet music spread out on the table, Duan Ran nodded quickly, "You are busy with your business, don't worry about me, I will just sit here.
As he spoke, he happened to glance at the lighter and cigarette case beside the book, and his eyes flashed with surprise, but he didn't say anything.
Qin Jian stopped talking and continued to flip through the music scores in his hand quickly.
Duan Ran sat fifty centimeters away from him, looking around thoughtfully.
On the screen, Fang Zongyao's third movement has reached the climax of the entire work.
.......
Since the beginning of the third movement, there has been no sound of approval in the judges' table, and every burning gaze is waiting for the final completion of the music.
The music is getting closer and closer, and the brilliant percussion comes to life under the golden brass pipes at the end of the high I.
Fang Zongyao held his breath in front of the piano and waved his hands fiercely.
Fast, dense and calm.
Until the two big hands stood up completely, under the attack of a violent storm.
With a sound of "Dang——", the whole song ended.
Applause broke out.
...
At the same time, Qin Jian closed the score in front of him.
"call."
Take a deep breath.
Shaking his head, he stood up and began to straighten his tuxedo.
moment.
Duan Ran's voice sounded from behind, "Come on."
Qin Jian nodded in front of the mirror.
He turned around and took a deep look at the other person.