271. Only two camps? Sorry I represent a third party
There was warm applause from the audience.
Larmour stood up and gave Cheeseman, the conductor of the Mozart Symphony Orchestra, a warm hug.
"How do you feel, old man?" Larmore asked in a low voice.
"My very interesting work." Cheeseman smiled, "I think the whole world will remember your work."
"Hahaha."
Lamor walked to the stage with a smile, as if he had finished a concert, spread his hands and bowed gentlemanly.
He blew a final kiss and left the stage.
A boiling scene was left behind.
and the much-discussed judges' seat.
"Lamor's adaptation is so stunning."
"This piece deserves a high score."
"Yes, jazz is also music, and the notes used are also the notes used by Mozart."
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That's right.
Jazz is also music, but to other countries, jazz represents the United States.
Adams has dealt with many American pianists, and sometimes he feels like those guys who play classical music in his heart.
When a mainstream music is born in the United States, it has one foot in Tin Pong Alley, "American pop music publishers and a gathering place for musicians," and the other foot in Carnegie Hall.
Many people's paranoia about classical piano has subsided.
In its place is a brand new ‘thing.’
And this kind of stuff is something Adams can't accept.
"I will never bow to Jazz." Adams has made such remarks publicly on multiple occasions.
If Lamor's works symbolize the Americans' pioneering and innovative music, then Adams' thoroughgoing classicism spirit can also represent the orthodox European music school.
Before this final, the topic in all media circles centered on the relationship between Lamore and Adams.
As the two strongest divisions, there are two first places and two championship candidates.
Two very representative figures also seem to represent the voices of the two camps.
However.
After Ramos' performance ended, the next young man to walk out of the backstage was not Adams.
Instead, he was a young man with an oriental face with sharp features and a black tuxedo.
He smiled and walked calmly.
He is the number one player in the Asian division, a player without any topics.
...
...
"I'm coming."
A sudden voice sounded in the Curtis Opera Hall.
Everyone heard the sound and looked over.
However, Feng Ziyan didn't flinch at all. He looked at the figure on the curtain and said again: "Handsome."
Zhao Yinuo's eyes also moved with the figure on the stage, and he said with a smile, "The change is quite big. I feel a little thinner than when I took the art exam."
"What about me?" Feng Ziyan suddenly turned his head and raised his eyebrows, "Have I lost some weight?"
"You?" Zhao Yinuo raised his voice, "It's time for you to lose weight."
The two were chatting and laughing, and the figure on the stage had already bowed and stood up, walking towards the piano.
"come on."
"come on."
...
In a villa in the heart of New York City.
Fang Zongyao sat quietly on the sofa in the living room and looked at the screen hanging on the wall.
There was a slight smile in his eyes.
"Don't be embarrassed."
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Preparatory student apartment next to Warsaw University of Arts.
A private dormitory for four persons.
Three Chinese art students were sitting together, watching the finals of Mozart's piano works group on the computer screen.
moment.
"Qi Feng, don't sleep, it's time to reach Qin Jian."
The next second.
A 'boom' sound.
A figure jumped down from an upper bunk.
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Tokyo.
The residence of Nobuyuki Tokai.
"It's time for Mr. Qin Jian." The girl's voice was very clear.
"Xiao Xia Shu, your Chinese has improved."
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Haishi Conservatory of Music, girls’ apartment building.
He Jing sat on the narrow bed, holding her mobile phone, her heart beating faster for no reason.
...
Outside the scene, there were not many people paying attention, but there were quite a few.
Maybe every broadcast picture is not synchronized, but the moment the player information lights up on the big screen on the live stage.
There was a lot of noise inside and outside the stadium.
...
In the Curtis Opera Hall, waves of doubts rang out, making the originally quiet hall agitated.
"What is this?" Feng Ziyan was confused, "Yinuo, what song did Qin Jian choose?!"
"I don't know either." Zhao Yinuo looked at the curtain on the stage and murmured, "Chris's work collection...?"
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"Brother Feng, do you know this song?"
Qi Feng shook his head blankly, even though he was completely awake at the moment.
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Fang Zongyao sat up from the sofa and looked at the screen with furrowed brows, repeating Feng Ziyan's question in his mind.
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"Teacher, do you know there is a composer named Chris?"
"Chris?" Nobuyuki Tokai fell into deep thought.
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"really."
"I knew it."
""Don't play according to the routine."
He Jing placed her cell phone on the bed table, sat with her hands on her knees, and waited.
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Backstage.
Lamor just returned to the rest room after the interview.
Before I had time to rest, my eyes were attracted by the subtitle information on the screen.
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"Chris, Variation 7."
the other side.
Adams's heart twitched suddenly.
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in comparison.
An almost unprecedented scene appeared in the golden hall at the scene.
The performer had already sat in front of the piano, but the whole hall was not quiet yet.
Especially in the jury box of fifty people.
Almost everyone is still communicating.
This group represents the people with the most profound piano attainments in the world, including many music historians and modern composers.
But no one can stand up and give a reasonable explanation.
There are still traces of Lamor's adaptation of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue,
But, what is this ‘Seventh Variation’?
"Did the announcer make a mistake?"
...
Shen Qingci also wanted to rush to the stage and grab the figure in front of the piano to ask what happened.
Duan Ran was the only insider at the scene, and another insider was still serving as a judge at the violin competition.
The girl's eyes were filled with admiration at this moment.
On the big screen.
A half-length photo of the players.
"The ninth contestant is from the Asian region, China, Qin Jian."
"Specified piano, yamah-cfx"
"Concerto, Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra."
"Conduct Mellon."
"Competition track."
"Mozart Piano Concerto No. 24 in C minor."
"Collection of Chris' Works, Variation No. 7 in B flat minor."
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Qin Jian may have expected this effect, or he may not have thought about it at all.
He wiped his hands, carefully wiped the keys again with a handkerchief, and then loosened his cuffs.
At this time, the hall gradually became quiet.
Although everyone's appetite has been whetted, everyone is eager to know some truth.
but.
Qin Jian chose to play Mozart’s works first.
Holding up his handkerchief, he looked at Mellon and nodded.
Although Mellon's eyes are also full of curiosity, as a conductor, he still possesses the minimum professional training.
Taking a deep breath, Mellon gathered a group of '1's in front of him.
The next second.
The orchestra stood up its instruments in unison.
As he waved his right hand, music suddenly started playing.
The intoxicating string section slowly poured out its words.
Like the sadness that remains all day long, the tenderness of tonight is full of confusing tremors.
At this moment, someone seemed to realize it.
This unknown young man from China from the Asian Division also hides something different in the k491 he brought.
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When the timpani jumped up again, the string section finally fell.
"Focus on guidance."
"open."
Qin Jian exhaled softly and calmly raised his hands.