Chapter 265 It's you! The translation delivered to the door
There was no logical starting point. Duan Ran felt that as long as Qin Jian wanted to do something seriously, there would be no problem.
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"Good night, have a good rest."
"Good night, sweet dreams."
At the entrance of the corridor of the Imperial Hotel, the two said good night to each other and returned to their rooms.
There is no mutual invitation tonight, both of us need to have a good rest tonight.
Tomorrow morning at 10:15, Duan Ran will participate in the youth group finals, while Qin Jian will go to rehearsal at 10 o'clock.
After taking a shower, Qin Jian lay comfortably on the bed, picked up his cell phone, and checked for information about the Kiwanis Club on the Internet.
The Kiwanis Club is probably an organization born during the Enlightenment that advocates freedom, equality and fraternity.
Within this organization, nobles and commoners sat together.
Not only that, many outstanding figures in the cultural field at that time joined this organization, and Mozart was one of them.
However, Qin Jian also noticed that some information showed that the Tongji Association was an organizational conspiracy in the eyes of many people at the time.
"It is undeniable that the birth of "The Magic Flute" was deeply sponsored by the Kiwanis Club..."
"The birth of "The Magic Flute" not only represents the birth of a new pattern, but also shows a new era..."
After seeing the birth of the Magic Flute from the Kiwanis Club, within ten minutes, Qin Jian finally couldn't lift his eyes.
Turn off the lights.
A night of silence.
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Nine o'clock the next morning.
In front of the Imperial Hotel
"You can rehearse in peace and don't need to come see me."
"Yeah, well, behave well, and be careful when changing your clothes."
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving then. I'll call you when I'm done." Duan Ran said and got into the car.
Watch the direction the taxi is leaving.
"come on."
Qin Jian muttered something and waved his hand to stop another car.
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"Gro?er Saal."
Qin Jian's pronunciation was very awkward, but the driver still understood him.
"ok."
The car starts.
The world-famous Golden Hall is not actually an independent building, but part of the Vienna Friends of Music building. The building has many concert halls. In addition to the Golden Hall, there are also Mozart Hall and Brahms Hall.
Waiting for the concert hall.
Qin Jian's destination is the Mozart Hall.
Got out of the car.
When Qin Jian raised his head and took a closer look at the finely decorated building with red walls and golden roofs in front of him, he felt a little confused in his heart.
Although the Vienna Musikverein has been removed from the altar in recent years, it is still a pleasure to enter here as a performer.
I looked at my watch.
"10:01."
The time is just right.
Arriving at the lobby, Qin Jian gave up the opportunity to practice his language and directly showed his participation certificate to the staff.
After seeing the understanding look in his eyes, the staff took him to the Mozart Hall.
Upon entering, there was no three-dimensional sense of a modern concert hall. Qin Jian seemed to have walked into a medieval palace, with the crystal chandelier above his head sparkling under the orange light.
"Turn on the lights in broad daylight, which is a waste of electricity."
Qin Jian muttered, and the staff on the side looked at him doubtfully, with a hint of polite doubt on their faces.
"Thank you," Qin Jian smiled and pointed at his feet, "yes."
This time the staff understood, smiled, nodded and left.
At this time, the last rehearsal in the concert hall had just ended, and there were some casual musicians scattered on the stage and in the audience seats.
Qin Jian's eyes fell on an old man wearing gray overalls in front of the stage, and then walked over.
Qin Jian's appearance on stage did not attract the attention of those around him.
"hello."
Qin Jian took the initiative to greet the old man and handed over his participation certificate again.
The old man took the competition certificate, and his wrinkled facial features instantly unfolded.
Laughing and extending his right hand.
Qin Jian also extended his right hand.
The old man grinned and muttered a string of German words. Qin Jian could only smile and nodded in embarrassment. At this moment, he just wanted to start rehearsing quickly.
This is so torture...
"Hello."
At this moment, a slightly familiar voice came.
Qin Jian turned around and saw a long-haired woman looking at him from behind a music stand next to the piano.
He couldn't help but be startled when his eyes fell on the woman's facial features, and the woman's expression was smiling, with a hint of surprise mixed in the smile.
"It's you."
Looking at the bow in the woman's hand, Qin Jian instantly understood the situation.
This moment of looking at each other was very similar to the scene in the lounge that day.
But that's not the point, the point is.
The translator is delivered to your door.
"Hello, we meet again."
Qin Jian tried his best to make his expression look natural.
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After seeing Qin Jian's competition certificate, the woman's eyes changed again.
The young man in front of her once again surprised her.
"Tsk," the woman joked, "you don't show off your figure."
"I didn't expect it either," Qin Jian said, gesturing with his hands in front of his chest, "You turn out to be a professional musician."
With the help of the woman, Qin Jian successfully communicated with the conductor.
The three of them exchanged questions about k491.
"Mellon said that he had seen videos of you playing in Asian competitions. He thought your playing was imaginative, and he hoped you would maintain this imagination."
"If you need anything during the rehearsal, you can stop it at any time without any worries."
"thank you, I know now."
"Then let's get started."
"Wait a minute, what do you call it?"
"Just call me Tongxin. I look forward to your performance."
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At 10:15, rehearsal officially begins.
The musicians returned to their seats, and the childlike innocence also returned to its own position, the violin closest to the piano, the first position.
Rehearsals begin.
Mellon carefully led the Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra, cooperating with Qin Jian bit by bit.
Soon, the first and second movements ended.
A third of the way through the third movement, Qin Jian stopped.
"If possible, please lower the volume of all the long notes of the string section in half from bars 16 to 20, as well as the flute and bassoon in the introduction, so that the sense of dialogue can be clearer."
"I need the orchestra to have a solemn expression throughout the third movement, with a sense of religious ceremony."
"In addition, the overall speed is not enough."
Say the last thing.
Qin Jian looked at Tong Xin, "I'm in trouble."
Tongxin nodded and passed Qin Jian's thoughts to Mellon.
After hearing this, Mellon scratched his forehead, as if thinking, and his expression became a little rich for a while.
Qin Jian is not sure whether the other party can accept it, but this is what he thinks.
moment.
Mellon and several orchestra leaders communicated remotely.
Qin Jian sat quietly in front of the piano and waited.
After experiencing the Asian finals and having frequent interactions with Mozart in recent days, he already had something he clearly wanted to express.
He no longer needs to find a feeling at the game scene.
It didn't take long.
Mellon indicated that Qin Jian could continue.
Then, the orchestra sounded again.
This time.
The state of music as soon as it started was completely different from just now.