It is true that today’s Golden Hall is no longer a gilded sanctuary for musicians around the world.
This is a fact.
During the performance season from September to June of the following year, if you are willing to pay a venue usage fee of 20,000 to 30,000 euros, you can hold a personal concert here.
This kind of thing happens all the time, but the problem that the protagonists of concerts often face is 'how to deal with a lot of free tickets that cannot be given away.'
Different from the past, nowadays, the thickness of the auditorium is the criterion for determining the height of the stage.
But at this moment, as the final venue for Mozart's works, the Golden Hall plays more of a witness role today.
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There was no speech during the finals on the second day.
As the bell rang for the game, the host introduced the first player's information.
Michelle Marais, a South African female player from the African Division, was the first to appear.
She was accompanied by Mellon and his Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra.
The order of performance of the works chosen by Michelle is to perform the self-selected works first.
Debussy, "The Dancer at Delphi".
Michelle, wearing a long purple dress, was sitting in front of the piano, full of aura.
The dreadlocked hair that seemed incompatible with the piano now added a bit of wildness to her.
After the scene calmed down, she raised her dark arms.
"When——"
The sound of the piano sounded, and elegant chords slowly appeared on the stage.
Sometimes the melody is spinning and dancing, sometimes it is silent and quiet.
The music fills the temple with a mysterious atmosphere, filled with sacred aroma, and the little dancers depicted on the piano seem to be living here.
The impressionistic lines under the black fingers are like a peaceful dream.
When the sound of the piano dissipated, people seemed to be still contemplating the fate of the dancer.
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When the song ended, there was no applause in the hall.
moment.
Michelle wiped her hands and then looked at Mellon.
They both nodded at the same time.
Mellon raised his hand, and each part of the orchestra made a "swish" sound at the same time to prepare.
The next second.
As he waved his hand, one or two violins and pianos sounded in unison.
Piano Concerto No. 3.
Bright E flat major through the mist.
The piano disappears and appears in the orchestra, like a lighthouse shining in the fog.
The exquisite golden hall seemed to come alive at this moment.
The prelude to the final decisive battle began with Mozart's singing.
The game is going on.
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If Mozart wrote God's instructions, then Haydn's creativity must be closely related to 'life forms'.
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Backstage.
Qin Jian felt that he had fallen asleep, but the sound of music was always surrounding his ears.
When he heard Haydn's works being played again, he opened his eyes.
"The dynamics of Haydn's playing sound a bit unique."
This made him somewhat novel.
When Haydn first played, he thought it was probably the player's personal preference, just like he liked Beethoven.
When Haydn appeared for the second time, he felt it was a bit magical.
In his opinion, in such a competition, Mozart's works are the protagonists, so the self-selected works should be supplemented according to the characteristics of Mozart's works.
This kind of supplement can be based on period style, speed, technique, or even tonality, which can make the entire performance more complete on the stage.
But when Haydn's love sounded for the third time, Qin Jian had to open his eyes.
"This Haydn is different."
As for his impression of Haydn's piano works, he always felt that Haydn was not smart enough or gorgeous, nor did he have any virtuosic moments.
But at this moment, the Haydn in his ears was not dull. Instead, he had a simple and solemn feeling under a touch method that he could not recognize.
Following the music, Qin Jian curiously walked out of the lounge and came to a corner of the backstage hall.
He sat quietly in front of the big screen.
On the screen, a young man with fair skin and brown hair was playing.
"Frett."
A young Canadian performer who has recorded a set of Bach's preludes with the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra.
Qin Jian had heard of this performer before, and was even more impressed after watching the Bach video played by the other party in the American finals.
Qin Jian listened.
At this moment, Haydn, who had always been simple, was like a stream in the mountains. After going through hardships and obstacles, it finally grew into a rich and surging river, endlessly growing.
"Awesome."
After the Huayun Competition, Qin Jian had not praised an opponent like this on the court for a long time.
....
When the song ended, the audience burst into applause.
When Qin Jian was about to applaud, a round of applause sounded from behind him.
He turned his head and saw a slender blond figure not far behind him, applauding quietly.
"Edgar Adams." His eyes were slightly startled. He also knew a little about Adams' various deeds, but at this time, the other person did not look so dissolute.
As if he felt being watched, Adams' eyes subconsciously fell on the figure at the bottom of the screen.
He looked at Qin Jian, narrowed his slender eyes slightly, and smiled as a greeting.
"This guy does look handsome when he smiles."
Qin Jian nodded in response, then turned to look at the big screen.
On the stage, the performance of the sixth contestant has ended, and then the applause welcomes the seventh contestant.
A middle-aged man from Italy.
I don't have any impression of this player Qin Jian, but to be promoted as the second place in the European Division, his professional ability is certainly not a problem.
Liszt's sighs are flowing and flowing, the musical thoughts are delicate, and the melody lines are deep but not overly tender.
His Mozart selection was Piano Concerto No. 17.
"Fierce playing style."
At the end of the second movement, Qin Jian stood up. There was another player and it was his turn. He needed to change his clothes for final preparations.
Qin Jian left, and Adams was the only one left in the huge lounge.
He was still looking at the big screen, but the melody he had never heard that came from next door a few hours ago could not help but resound in his mind.
"Hi."
Just then, a rough voice interrupted him.
Adams looked.
A short man walked towards him.
"I heard you changed the track, man."
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Back in the lounge, Qin Jian changed into his tuxedo.
At this time, the clock on the wall had reached a quarter past nine.
The game has started for nearly four hours.
Qin Jian opened Duan Ran's thermos cup, and the boiled water was still steaming.
I drank warm water and ate a piece of bitter chocolate.
After a while, most of his hunger disappeared.
Taking out Ke Qi's hand-drawn music score, Qin Jian once again read it with concentration.
The last time before going on stage.
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"The eighth player to appear is from the American Division, the United States, Larmore Davis...
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"Well, good luck to you," Adams said with a shrug.