Chapter 218: The Appearance of Xiaolin Zell in the First Act of the Final Battle
Fifteen minutes later.
"Not bad, the size is just right and the style suits you very well."
Seeing Qin Jian's new look, Duan Ran expressed his satisfaction.
In front of the hanging mirror, Qin Jian couldn't help but nod as he looked at the tall figure in the mirror.
Different from He Jing's outfit, the outfit Duan Ran chose made him look less old-fashioned and more sunny and refreshing.
"Thank you."
"No thanks, treat me to lunch."
...
After changing their clothes, the two set out again.
After a light meal, we then went to the piano room.
The preparations that should be made were almost done. For most of the afternoon, Qin Jian did not put much effort on the keyboard.
I ran through the scales, played some etudes, and discussed k448 with Duan Ran during the process.
before the end of afternoon practice.
He also listened specifically to the two versions of k491 recommended by Shen Qingci.
Calder and Haskeel.
The former's playing style is bookish and slightly rebellious, while the latter's sound seems to be infused with firm religious beliefs without any impurities.
The two completely different styles of k491 gave Qin Jian a lot of inspiration.
During the evening practice time, Qin Jian also tried to imitate the performances of the two masters.
But the final recording effect sounded really average, which also dispelled some of his ideas.
The relaxed and brisk pre-match practice finally ended at nine o'clock in the evening.
After saying goodbye to the familiar music store staff once again, the two left.
"Qin Jian, will we have another chance to do this in the future?"
"Will do."
Under the moonlight, the two returned to the hotel with a lot of snacks.
On the eve of the finals, two young men and women were in the same room.
Don't talk about ideals, don't talk about romance.
Watch TV and eat snacks.
At a quarter past one in the morning, Duan Ran returned to his room.
...
April 8th ushered in the final competition of the Asian Division of the International Mozart Music Competition.
At 12:30 noon, the exterior of the Mutohkan Concert Hall has been decorated.
Next to the huge banner, a scrolling LED digital electronic screen scrolled with the personal information of a contestant.
In the main hall of the concert hall, all staff have also entered into the final preparations.
"The cameras are in place."
“The sound is in place.”
"The lighting is in place."
"The stage is in place."
Everything is ready.
...
14:20.
“Buzz————”
A simple bell rang in the concert hall.
Then sixteen sets of warm lights were installed in the center of the stage.
On the stage wall facing the audience, a golden pipe organ looked particularly magnificent, adding a sense of weight to the stage.
five minutes later.
As the six door passages of the concert hall opened, the audience crowded outside the hall entered the inner arena one after another.
Not long after.
The audience seats scattered around the stage were gradually filled.
15:00.
The judges' seat channel is open.
Under the gaze of 1,800 spectators, fifteen judges slowly walked from the passage to the judges' table.
15:30.
The bells rang twice again in the hall.
Under enthusiastic applause.
Lin Zell Jr., Chairman of the Asian Organizing Committee, spoke on stage.
After the passionate speeches, the competition really got started.
Backstage.
"The first contestant to appear, Yamaguchi Katsuo, from Tokyo, Japan, competition repertoire, Chopin Prelude in B flat minor, Mozart Concerto No. 7, designated kawa, concert orchestra, Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra, conductor, Kobayashi
Zell.”
As the host's words fell.
The audience remembered the extremely warm applause.
Japan's famous Mozart player, Tokyo's best symphony orchestra, and Japan's national treasure conductor.
This combination is enough to create such a live atmosphere in the Mutohkan Concert Hall.
After the applause lasted for about thirty seconds, the hall gradually became quiet.
Then a young man in a white evening gown strode from the backstage onto the stage.
He bowed lightly to the audience and came to the piano.
The final repertoire is divided into two pieces, one is chosen by the contestants, with no limit on the range, and the other is a Mozart concerto within the specified range.
Yamaguchi Katsuo sat in front of the piano, breathed out gently, and then raised his hand.
The next second.
The hands dropped rapidly.
"Dang-dang-dang--"
Violent chords shook the silent stage.
Then the dense and compact rhythm pattern rushed directly across the stage and into the audience.
Yamaguchi Katsuo’s expression was focused, and his body swayed freely to the music.
The arms are jumping back and forth between black and white.
The bass part of his left hand fills the music with infinite power in the arpeggios and pillar chords of the left hand, while the melody of his right hand expands little by little in this strong rhythm, becoming frenzied.
Gradually, the restless semitones in the music gradually rise around the black piano as the emotion of the music rises.
The chromatic progression permeates almost every piece of Chopin's music, mainly in the progression of single and double parts of the melody.
In this prelude in B flat minor, the progression of the treble part is mainly shown.
Every phrase that Yamaguchi Katsuo's right hand moves very quickly highlights this grainy semitone progression.
"What a strong control."
Backstage.
Qin Jian watched the performance on the big screen and couldn't help but admire it.
...
Yamaguchi Katsuo's prelude was like the introduction to the whole game, and it ignited the whole audience at the beginning.
The prelude, which lasted less than ninety seconds, ended immediately as he suddenly put away his hands.
"when------"
At that moment before all the audience could react.
on the stage.
Yamaguchi Katsuo has already stood up.
He bowed slightly toward the audience.
The next second.
The giant wooden sliding doors on both sides of the stage were pushed open.
Musicians dressed solemnly came out in an orderly manner, holding their own instruments.
And after all the musicians have taken their seats.
Little Linzel, wearing a black tuxedo, walked onto the stage calmly from the other side of the backstage.
this moment.
The audience burst into fierce applause again.
Little Linzel passed by the piano, shook hands with Yamaguchi Katsuo with a smile, turned around and nodded to the audience.
Then he turned around and came to the command podium.
The scene became quiet again.
Little Linzel's bright eyes swept over each orchestra member from left to right, as if he had grasped everyone's status before gently raising the conductor's baton.
The next second.
All the orchestra members were well prepared for the performance.
With the big wave of the old man's hand on the podium.
The neat string section suddenly came to mind.
One and two violins intertwined into darkness, and a solemnity burst out from the center of the stage.
The old man standing on the podium was adjusting all this with a small wooden stick in his hand like a magic wand.
Although he was not present at the scene, Qin Jian could feel the strong momentum coming from in front of the podium through the screen.
"He is worthy of being one of the top three conductors in Asia."
His eyes once again glanced at the Japanese player with his eyes closed in front of the piano, and the exciting prelude just now seemed to be still echoing in his ears.
Unconsciously, with the grand symphony in my ears.