353. Who will take over the baton and answer my questions?
After lunch, Wang Xiaoliang and Xiao Kaitai cleaned up the battlefield, and the remaining people all returned to the stage.
The stage had been arranged by Huang Cheng as a rockery in front of the mountain temple half a month ago, and it was arranged strictly according to the description in the script.
At first glance, it does look like a magical scene.
Li Shasha handed the podium to Ning Qianxia, "Sister Qianxia, the baton is returned to you."
Everyone returns to their places.
next second
The prelude to the play started.
The day's rehearsal officially began.
After the first pass of Act 1.
"21 minutes and 27 seconds."
Wang Xiaoliang shouted loudly in the audience, and the little cutie wrote down the time on the side.
After the second playthrough of Act 1.
"23 minutes and 49 seconds, Wang Lin, please pay attention to your eyes with a little surprise when you come out from behind the rockery."
Wang Xiaoliang shouted again. Over the past two months, he had studied countless versions of The Magic Flute. Although he was unable to participate in playing and singing, he also participated in the stage in his own way.
After a short rest.
"continue."
Ning Qianxia returned to the command podium again.
Although the current stage has exceeded her initial expectations, she still feels that something is missing.
She couldn't tell exactly where it was. The orchestra alone had no problem, as did the actors and chorus for each role.
But when put together, it gives people an indescribable feeling.
It's like a palette that doesn't fit together
She also asked Huang Cheng and Li Shuang for advice on this, and one night she followed Li Shasha to visit the strange old man.
But what she gained was more theoretical knowledge. When it came to the actual rehearsal, the theory was like a train that had broken off the track and rushed into the unknown.
"Qian Xia, everyone has arranged very well. I saw their performance of "Woman's Heart" when I passed by the Sichuan Music Institute last week. The orchestra they used is a school-level orchestra. Needless to say, the level is high. The main actor is also Li Zeng
It is composed of Teacher Yue and her best disciples, and you know her, but they also have this feeling of separation."
"Actually, all domestic operas have this problem to some extent. Whether it's culture or language, these are not ours, so blindly imitating them will be even more counterproductive. You should think about it again."
Ning Qianxia agrees with Li Shuang's words. As a professional, she knows that just breaking the language barrier is an extremely difficult thing, let alone the orchestra.
She has seen everyone's rapid growth, but compared with various school-level orchestras, it is obvious that two months has not shortened the gap much.
While she cheered everyone up, she knew very well what kind of character she would face on the field in a few days.
The countdown is getting shorter and shorter, and Ning Qianxia is getting more and more anxious.
Li Shasha can return the baton to herself and easily return to her original position to devote herself to the performance.
Who can I hand the baton to?
It's been two days and there's still no movement from that guy.
Ning Qianxia sighed quietly, and as the orchestra stopped again, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and said, "Everyone, take a rest for a while."
...
This cycle repeats until rehearsals end in the evening.
Seeing that everyone was exhausted, Ning Qianxia planned to end the day early. She knew that if she rehearsed like this, there would be no progress even if she practiced until early tomorrow morning. It was better for everyone to go back and rest early.
"One last time, it ends today."
There were no cheers of joy on the stage, the musicians silently picked up their instruments, and the actors quietly returned to their seats.
Ning Qianxia raised her hand and looked at Li Shasha for a moment, then waved her hand gently.
The string orchestra led by Li Shasha came down in unison.
Just as her eyes returned to the music score, a tall shadow appeared at the door of the bright rehearsal hall in the darkness, and next to the shadow was something like a suitcase.
Li Shasha couldn't help but grinned, and her men waved the piano bow harder.
...
Gorgeous and exquisite string music fills every corner of the hall, as smooth as clear spring water, refreshing the mind and soothing the tiredness of travelers.
Qin Jian walked gently to the last row and quietly enjoyed the scene on the stage.
In the first act of The Magic Flute, the performer is his Le Spring of Figaro.
It was really good. Qin Jian watched the performance and secretly applauded everyone in his heart.
It exceeded his expectations, both for the orchestra and the singers.
Although there are still various flaws when looking at the whole apart from the parts, this is enough.
Twenty-three minutes passed quickly, and before the music ended, Qin Jian's eyes fell on the figure in the center of the stage.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Thinking to himself, Qin Jian clapped his hands in the silence and walked towards the stage.
Everyone looked over in surprise.
When the figure in front of the stage was clearly seen, the whole concert hall was boiling.
"Damn...Am I hallucinating..."
"you have not!"
"The president is back!!!!"
"Qin Jian, I miss you so much!!"
"President!!!"
“President!!!!!”
Qin Jian was called onto the stage with a startled sound.
Ning Qianxia looked at the figure in front of her complicatedly. She hadn't seen him for two months, and his temperament seemed to have changed. The stubble on his chin that had not yet been cleaned made him look a little more mature. "When?"
Coming in?"
Qin Jian said: "When I came in, I just saw you waving your hand."
"This time is not as good as the one in the afternoon. We have been sitting here all day," Ning Qianxia sighed, "But it won't be much better, but everyone has done their best..."
Qin Jian raised his hand to interrupt the other party and said seriously, "It's really, really good, even better than I imagined."
Ning Qianxia looked at Qin Jian's eyes. For a moment, she didn't see anything more than sincerity, so she handed over the baton in her hand: "Then I'll leave the rest to you."
"Leave it to me next," Qin Jian took the baton, "I have worked hard these two months."
Ning Qianxia smiled and said, "Just remember my record."
After saying that, she turned around and sat back down the stage. Only when she saw Qin Jian actually standing on the stage did she feel a strong sense of exhaustion coming from her body and mind.
on the stage.
Qin Jian looked at every smiling face and apologized: "Thank you for your hard work."
Everyone laughed, some said they wanted Qin Jian’s autographed record, some said they wanted the president to treat everyone to hot pot, and so on, but no one said thank you for your hard work.
"Let's go down and discuss these. After watching everyone's performance just now, I want to ask a question." Qin Jian paused, "Who here has completed this opera? Raise your hand and let me see it."
Everyone raised their hands.
"Very good, I won't tell you the outline of the story."
Qin Jian waved his baton and walked back and forth on the stage several times, as if he was thinking about something.
moment.
"Then who can tell me what kind of story the Magic Flute tells?"