Listening to the increasingly unbearable symphony in his ears, the anger in Qin Jian's stomach gradually emerged.
It has only been less than five minutes, but the music is already struggling. The whole song is nearly forty minutes, and the rest of it is already unimaginable.
At first, you could have skipped it because of one person's pitch, but now it's the whole orchestra's fault that's on the stage.
At this moment, Qin Jian wanted to go on stage and ask the conductor what was going on.
Maybe Pu Er's piece is too difficult for ordinary local orchestras. Maybe the orchestra has not rehearsed this piece before. Maybe the musicians are still sleepwalking during the holidays. Maybe there are countless reasons for this.
This scene on the stage is excusable.
but.
There are still more than 30 hours before He Jing's music begins.
Thinking of this, Qin Jian became even more restless.
"Qin Jian, what's going on?"
At this moment, Qin Gang suddenly asked doubtfully. Although his professional level could no longer keep up with the development of music, he still understood.
It was like the small voices of discussion coming from the auditorium one after another.
"Nanjiao is too inferior. I feel it is not as good as our orchestra group."
"I also think this is too ridiculous."
"Forget it, Lao Wang's troupe probably can't even figure out where the music comes in. The orchestra concert of Pu Er is inherently difficult. Have you ever seen anyone perform Pu Er in this hall?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"And generally those who can perform this kind of work in solo concerts usually bring their own orchestras or directly cooperate with provincial orchestras. I guess this senior sister is not famous yet, so the school arranged for one...
....”
"Why"
"But her technique is really great, and she can force the orchestra to move forward."
“The best piano department in Nanyin.”
Just in the midst of everyone’s discussion about the sound of the piano.
"Wow times————"
A sharp and harsh cymbal sound appeared out of thin air.
The music then completely stopped.
on the stage.
The conductor put down his baton and looked helplessly at the percussion group again.
He was also helpless.
"Two days...this task is too heavy..."
...
"what are you doing?"
At this moment, the figure next to Yu Guang suddenly jumped up, and Qin Gang quickly turned around and asked.
"It's okay, Dad, just sit down and wait for me."
Qin Jian looked at the stage and hesitated for a moment, then turned and left through the back door.
As soon as he came out of the hall, he took out his mobile phone.
...
The camera returns to the stage again.
As the orchestra died out, He Jing had to stop her hands again.
Her expression looked particularly complicated at this time.
For this concert, she never thought about how big the momentum would be. She just wanted to simply perform her carefully selected repertoire on the stage to the audience off the stage.
But the whole morning of rehearsals for Pu 2, by this time, had completely disrupted all her thoughts.
She did not expect that such a situation would occur at the rehearsal site. The concert was about to start in more than thirty hours, and Pu Er was not even halfway through the first movement.
And she knew that this was not quantifiable data.
But all the invitations were sent out yesterday.
It seems too late to change the track now
so.
Pu Er, she has to act, it’s a matter of the performer’s face.
When she learned that she would hold a solo concert on the stage in her hometown, she did not hesitate to choose Pu Er as the finale of the second half, as if with a sense of ritual.
She hopes to produce her best work.
Moreover, for the piece "Pu Er", He Jing spent more than a month sleeping and sleeping in the rehearsal hall and piano room. No one knew how much she paid for it.
at the same time.
This concert will also be her stage debut of Prokofiev’s Second Piano Concerto.
"Can I just change the song?"
He Jing, who had always been calm, was really anxious at this moment.
"I'm so sorry, Miss He."
The voice from the podium suddenly interrupted He Jing's thoughts.
The young conductor spread his hands in embarrassment, "My troupe has indeed not rehearsed this piece before, and I just got the score this morning. Some members of the vocal section have not yet finished their vacation..."
"It's okay, Ma Zhi," He Jing stood up and smiled lightly at the young conductor, "I received the notice of the concert relatively late, so I didn't have enough preparation for the repertoire."
Seeing He Jing's attitude, the young conductor breathed a sigh of relief, "What about this? I'll rehearse alone with the orchestra in the afternoon and go through each part. Then we can try it on stage again in the evening?"
"Thanks."
He Jing paused and struggled a little in her mind.
After a while, I seemed to have made a final decision in my mind.
"but"
"I don't think I'll bother the orchestra teachers for the time being. I'll consider and adjust the repertoire."
As he said that, He Jing took out his cell phone and took a look.
"Oh, by the way," as if she remembered something again, she raised her head and looked at the young conductor, "I will personally discuss the repertoire adjustment with Dean Lin."
"Thank you all the orchestra teachers for your hard work this morning."
"It's almost time, my family is waiting for me."
He Jing smiled and nodded to the conductor again, turned around and picked up the woolen coat on the piano and left the stage.
The sound of high-heeled shoes rubbing against the stage floor was left behind, and the young conductor with an embarrassed smile was also left behind.
"Then let's clean up first. The rehearsal is over."
Then, the whole concert hall became noisy.
.....
"Jingjing, what's going on?"
In the last row of the auditorium, Qin Gang saw He Jing walking over. Qin Gang didn't even notice that He Jing's hair was much shorter. He stood up and asked repeatedly, "Is there something wrong?"
"It's okay, Teacher Qin. It's nothing to worry about." He Jing smiled and then asked, "Grandpa, grandma, they..."
"Everything is settled. Qin Jian picked us up at the hotel in the morning, right in front of the school." Qin Gang briefly told what happened in the morning, but his face still looked a little uneasy. He knew He Jing's character and had loved her since childhood.
Pretending, "I see you guys stopped waiting in line for a while, isn't it going well?"
"Don't worry, I'll come over this afternoon to continue solving the problem."
"That's good." Qin Gang nodded.
"Hmm? Where is Qin Jian?" He Jing turned around and searched around, "Isn't he here?"
"This kid suddenly came to him just now, and there was no one there for a long time."
...
Outside the gate of the concert hall building.
Qin Jian sat on the stone platform, holding his cell phone and waiting anxiously.
at this time.
The palm of my hand trembled, and then there was a sound.
He quickly answered the phone.
Then, a burst of hearty laughter rang on the phone.
"You haven't even heard anything since you got home. Why did you suddenly remember to call me today? What's the matter?"
"Xia Zhi, have you ever ranked second in Pu'er?"
"Pu Er, I've passed the rehearsal, what's going on? Do you want the score?"
"No, I want to get rid of you."
"Why don't you get rid of it? What's wrong?"
"Do you have time in the past two days? I would like to invite you to come to Nanshi to conduct a concert?"
moment.
The voice on the phone suddenly became serious, "Who turns on the music?"