Vaughn was leaning back on the boss's chair, holding a magazine in his hand, and the tea cup on the table was still steaming.
The working day starts with reading a book and newspaper, which is another habit of Vaughn's.
The title of an article in the latest industry journal successfully caught his attention.
‘The Road to Restoration of Classical Recording——Interview with EMI Film CEO Greene.’
“EMI Records has signed the new Malaysian violin queen and plans to return to the Asian classical music market with the Gu Symphony Orchestra.”
EMI Records, one of the top five record companies in the world, is a part of the predecessor of DG. After decades of development, it has grown into an old enemy of DG.
After the restructuring and transformation, EMI focused on the pop music market. With its huge foundation, it successfully took a bite out of Warner Records and became another aristocrat in the new pop market. However, there is still a part of classical music flowing in its body.
of blood.
EMI releases some classical records sporadically every year.
They're all little gadgets, Vaughan said.
However, the continuous dividends of classical music records in the Asian market have finally made its old rival unable to sit still.
In fact, Vaughn had already noticed this old brother's little tricks. He had a two-hour meeting with the music director of the Gu Symphony Orchestra at the beginning of the year, but differences in concepts prevented them from reaching some consensus.
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But I have to say that the young music director has his own unique insights into neoclassical music, and he doesn’t look like an artistic nouveau riche.
A music director's musical philosophy is crucial to the development of an orchestra.
As for this new violin queen?
"Mr. Vaughan."
At this moment, the secretary walked into the office with a butler-like smile and a small box in his hand.
"The samples are out."
Vaughn looked at his secretary's smile, put down the magazine in his hand, and gently took the small box.
"Let me see what the surprise is."
Opening the box, Vaughn's eyes lit up.
"Oh, Lampard is a great artist."
Seeing the young man on the black cover in front of him overlap with the shadow of a magical hand, Vaughn felt that his sparse hairs were standing on end, and he couldn't help but praise.
"Mr. Vaughn, have you read that report?"
Vaughn nodded, "It's very well written. I like Greene's penultimate sentence."
"Huh?" The secretary said weakly
Vaughn reluctantly looked away from the record and looked up at his secretary.
"True classical music never dies."
"He is right about this."
after lunch.
"Sir, what about the release date of the record?"
"December 6th, this is what I negotiated in the contract with my composer."
"Okay sir."
Frank is about to leave.
"Wait a minute Frank."
The secretary turned around.
"Remember he was a composer."
Vaughn paused, "Let's make this thing lively.
"Okay sir."
The secretary left with understanding.
Vaughn returned to the report and his eyes fell on the picture accompanying the article.
That was a girl holding a violin, a girl who had successfully held sixteen solo concerts in North America.
It's inappropriate to call her a girl, she looks somewhere between a girl and a woman.
She has deep eye sockets, a high bridge of nose, but a pair of innocent big eyes, and her wheat-colored skin makes her look healthy.
"A little Asian mixed-race beauty."
Scratching across the photos, Vaughn once again focused his attention on the last line of the report.
"But Vaughan doesn't understand what classical music is."
Vaughn smiled.
"But I don't like this sentence."
...
Qin Jian doesn't understand the market layout of the big guys. He is just a piano player and can barely be considered a half-composer now.
During the second half of the flight back, he watched the story of Ya Da and Qi La, practiced the slow movement of La San using consciousness playing method, and licked the small wound on his lower lip.
As soon as he licks this small wound, he has to change to something else to do. This is not just a matter of being unable to calm down.
Although it was probably understandable why Duan Ran bit his lower lip hard before they left. It was said that it was hard but it was just a bite, but in that atmosphere, he didn't feel any pain.
As for kissing.
The word "kiss goodbye" is just a way to beautify the scene. It cannot be said that Duan Ran bit Qin Jian's mouth hard before leaving.
Regarding the bite, Qin Jian believed that there was another meaning, although it was not yet clear - it was Duan Ran's subsequent actions.
The moment when the red rope around my neck was lifted.
His heart almost jumped out of his chest.
"Hoo~"
Even thinking about it now, it's still creepy, it's an indescribable feeling.
How sweet this past was, how shocking that moment was.
Just like heaven and hell, they are always at opposite ends of the world.
Standing on earth, the crossroads between heaven and hell seems to be getting closer and closer.
Looking at the vast scene outside the window, Qin Jian put down the information on The Magic Flute.
He had to find something else to do.
"Fortunately, there is still some time."
In fact, time passed in the blink of an eye.
...
For a college dog, time is sometimes too much to use up, and sometimes too little to be used up.
Take Li Shasha, for example. She has an excellent major, a privileged family, and no pressure. When she first started school, she thought the university courses were easy and boring. She always thought of tricks to occupy her time every day. But recently, she has been a little overwhelmed.
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As the concertmaster of Le Figaro's Spring, as the competition day gets closer and closer, she feels that her time is getting less and less.
Today was the weekend. She breathed out early in the morning and pressed the alarm clock at six o'clock. She got up from the bed, washed briefly, and then carried the violin to the rehearsal hall.
This morning was an individual training session for the string section, and it was also the seventh individual rehearsal in the past two months.
She is the orchestra leader and she needs to shoulder her responsibilities.
While leading everyone to practice, she can also help Ning Qianxia share some of the burden
After two months of platooning under high pressure, the entire club took on a new look, but every time when everyone had just received recognition and had a moment of rest, Ning Qianxia would always assign more difficult tasks to everyone.
But no one in the group complained. Ning Qianxia had been the hardest among everyone in the past two months.
Li Shasha even knew a little secret about Ning Qianxia. She has been gaining weight crazily in the past two months, because to play the role of Queen of the Night, she needs to make her body look plumper, so that it is more in line with the character's image.
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However, the strange thing of eating thinner and thinner not only made her envious, but also made her feel distressed.
"Sister Qianxia."
"The vice president is here."
Halfway through the morning rehearsal, Ning Qianxia suddenly appeared in the rehearsal hall.
"Everyone rest."
Li Shasha said, turning around and jumping down from the podium.
"Sister Qianxia, why don't you sleep more?"
Ning Qianxia looked at the calmer girl in front of her and shook her head with a chuckle: "How is it? Has the speed stabilized after measure 165?"
"Don't worry," Li Shasha felt a little proud, "I promise to give you a surprise during rehearsal at noon."
Not long after, Chen Tangjie, Zheng Feng and others also arrived with musical instruments, and one after another, more than half of the band members came before dinner time.
After the rehearsal of the string component, it was time for everyone’s favorite part, the ‘dinner party’.
“Order takeout!”
Everyone, either in groups or individually, took out their mobile phones and ordered takeout.
Rehearse together in the rehearsal hall, eat together in the rehearsal hall, and sweat together in the rehearsal hall.
It didn't take long, more than two months, and this small group became more dependent on each other.