In the center of the golden stage, the ten slender fingers on the piano began to move again.
"when--"
"when--"
"when--"
The pure C minor slowly rises.
Three slow notes were played, and the brightness and joy of the first movement was no longer the same. The sound of the piano was full of melancholy like willows in the wind.
Feeling the changes in the music, Linzell couldn't help but glance at the piano again. In past rehearsals, they had never designed such a piece of music.
But at this moment, the girl's expression made him feel a slight difference.
From her swaying pupils, little Linzel saw a little heaviness.
Although I didn't meet with each other many times, there were only a few brief rehearsals.
But in his impression, Aso Natsuki has always been full of youthful vitality, and during the rehearsal process, she would always put forward some opinions about the work, some ideas that he found interesting.
But it was only for a moment. Little Linzel quickly turned his head away. He didn't want the girl to notice him.
He was afraid that he had interrupted the girl's thinking, because it sounded to him that the second movement at this moment was also full of a different kind of beauty.
He waved the baton carefully and his body movements no longer opened and closed.
His eyes swept across the orchestra, and every member of the performing vocal group also looked at him in tacit understanding.
While Zhe Yi was looking at everyone, Linzel Jr. once again showed the wisdom and thinking of a world-class conductor.
Before the end of a melancholy descending piano scale, his left hand suddenly stopped in mid-air. His right hand, which was supposed to be raised, dropped slightly.
The moment the baton was in the air, the entire string section and woodwind section seemed to understand what he meant.
In an instant, the volume of the strings that provided the foundation for the piano faded by half without any trace after two beats, and the bassoon, in which the woodwind section and the piano responded to each other's dialogue, also slowed down.
Suddenly, the piano seemed to have entered a wonderful realm full of charm, spreading to every corner of the hall.
All this is just a small interaction between the conductor's podium and the orchestra.
Minimal interaction.
Little Natsuki was immersed in her own thoughts without knowing it, playing her heartfelt voice, while Little Linzell was like a solid old tree, providing her with source and support.
...
"Qin Jian, are you interested in learning how to conduct?"
In the lounge, Xia Dong looked at Qin Jian who was staring blankly at the screen, and chuckled, "Isn't the podium a very interesting place?"
After a while.
"yes."
Qin Jian gradually faded out of the music and replied slowly.
From the moment the piano part joined the music in the second movement, he fell into the trap outlined by Natsuki Aso with his fingers.
But he was just struck by the emotions that suddenly emerged in front of the piano, and from what he heard, the orchestra and the piano were on two channels on that timeline.
This is his understanding.
And when Linzel Jr.'s baton paused in the air, the whole orchestra seemed to have undergone a violent chemical reaction.
Qin Jian listened, and at that moment he was trembling with sweat, and his arms were covered with fine particles.
The two channels merged together so calmly, entering a third channel that is more full of artistic conception.
"Fantastic."
Qin Jian sighed softly, "This is a moment that should be recorded."
Xia Dong smiled again, "On the podium there is only one second, never one second."
Qin Jian turned his head and looked at Xia Dong.
Xia Dong continued: "This is the first sentence Teacher Xiaolin said in my first conducting class."
Qin Jian didn't know what to say, but an impulse suddenly surged in his heart.
He suppressed the restlessness running through his body and returned his eyes to the stage on the screen.
At this time, the second movement stopped as Natsuki Aso slowly raised his arms.
Two seconds after the hall fell completely silent, on the podium, the old man's toes slowly sank down.
a long time.
"Karajan, my teacher's teacher, can also be regarded as my master. He is also a piano player."
"How about it? Do you really not want to think about it?"
As Xiao Linzell waved the baton again, Xia Dong's voice gently reached Qin Jian's ears again.
...
"Can you really think about it?"
"?"
This seems to be another question about the future.
But for now.
The girl in front of the piano suddenly became enthusiastic again.
The sound of the piano is no longer erratic.
A string of clear and crisp fast and dense phrases was like a beam of light breaking through the layers of clouds that had previously covered the stage.
After experiencing various uneasiness throughout the second movement, at this moment, the entire hall was instantly illuminated.
It’s just that the piano melody, which is full of self-beating energy, does not continue the grand and solemn appearance brought to people at the beginning of this movement.
Aso Natsuki's affectionate expression is no longer gloomy, replaced by a relaxed smile.
No one knows what is going on in the girl's mind at this moment.
Maybe it's all in the sound of the piano.
At the beginning of the music, Aso Natsuki played the first dot in the melody at ff velocity, and then directly changed the second dot to p velocity.
The sharp contrast between strong and weak shows a very layered sense of rhythm and dynamics in the orchestra's stable harmonic output.
In each subsequent right-hand grace note, she played it extremely lightly.
In the following two identical melody phrases, which were originally supposed to be played by the orchestra, she accentuated the F and D notes on the piano, and cleverly overlapped them with the pizzicato strings.
This may be a simple little idea that Mozart had in the 250s, and was discovered by the girl's sensitive musical sense at this moment.
Make it public.
Probably between rigidity and individuality, the girl chose herself.
And little Linzell's thin and short body stood on the podium, unswervingly safeguarding the girl's self.
The atmosphere at the scene was getting hotter and hotter.
Just when the music has reached its final conclusion.
In a fast and intensive jumping phrase.
Aso Natsuki's hair, which was tied up high, suddenly spread out with a 'swish' as her arms moved violently.
"sky."
"Ah~"
"Look—"
This dramatic scene attracted all the attention of the audience.
But the music didn't stop for a moment.
The passionate horn has rushed towards the final end of the timeline.
Perhaps for the girl, there is a whole new world waiting for her there.
As if feeling the emotion that was about to come out, Aso Natsuki's body movements became larger and larger.
The sound of the piano has filled the top of the concert hall.
In the last thrilling moment of the orchestra.
Natsuki Aso's raised arms suddenly fell down, and Linzel stood on tiptoes again.
"Buzz————"
"when----"
moment.
With the baton completely frozen.
The reverberation of the string section and piano finally disappeared into the hall.
quiet.
The hall fell completely silent.
The next second.
Natsuki Ma did not comb her messy long hair and slowly stood up from the piano.
"Teacher, thank you."
....
“bravo!!!!!!”
“bravo!!!!!!!!”
"Wow————————"
"Wow————————"
Perhaps Aso Natsuki's Mozart was not the best tonight, but in the eyes of the audience, it was the most moving.
The loudest cheers of the night rang out.
At the judges' table, every judge also raised their hands.
Nobuyuki Toshii faced the warm stage and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.