The young conductor, with a tall black figure, appeared in front of everyone.
"Everything ends up being for the best tonight."
"Come on stage."
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"Repertoire: The Magic Flute Act 1 - Temple of Axi"
The host's voice echoed through the quiet hall.
"Chorus: Figaro's Spring Chorus"
"Concerto: Figaro's Le Printemps"
"Starring: Ning Qianxia"
"Art Director: Li Shuang"
"Stage Director: Huang Cheng"
"Commander: Qin Jian"
"Recommended unit: Huaguo Conservatory of Music"
After the host finished speaking, there was a burst of warm applause from the audience.
Strong white light hit the huge matte black curtain, and at this moment all the scenes in front of the curtain, including the orchestra pit in front of the stage, were clearly presented in front of the audience.
A neat row of musicians, with smiles on their faces and instruments in hand, walked onto the stage from the backstage, walked into the orchestra pit, and sat down in their own seats.
After a while, the orchestra was in place.
"Wow wow wow, the ladies are so handsome!" the audience exclaimed.
This was Ning Qianxia's idea. All the girls took off their usual formal dresses and put on the same black clothes, black pants and white lining as the boys.
So cool.
At this time, at a glance, the neat orchestra gives people a solemn and solemn feeling without losing the youthful vitality.
This team, also from the Huaguo Conservatory of Music, is the youngest team in this competition, and all participants are composed of undergraduate students.
In addition, Carmen and Step by Step, adapted and rehearsed by conductor Qin Jian, have been well known in the circle as early as three months ago. In addition, this time the competition ended with the last position and it collided with the performance of the previous group.
What kind of stage will they present as young people?
Full of things to see.
Everyone is looking forward to it.
Especially the judges from Europe, they know Cai Song's name, and they are not completely unfamiliar with the name Qin Jian.
Conductor Muhlfeld from Germany has often heard his old friend mention this name recently, and he also wanted to give himself a Mozart album, which made him very happy.
He has always known the level of his old friends.
He knew that not all performers were favored by the old guy, but he was convinced that the young Chinese man mentioned by the old guy was the one who walked to the conductor's podium in the orchestra pit at this time.
From the moment he came on the scene, Muirfield knew he couldn't go wrong.
A person's stage aura cannot be changed no matter what.
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Qin Jian looked at the auditorium in front of him and stood on the podium in the orchestra pit for the first time. This feeling was very strange.
Especially in this position where the audience is just one meter away from you.
All the orchestra members remained motionless, and Qin Jian alone bowed deeply to the audience before the performance began.
Although this is not a concert, basic etiquette must not be forgotten.
At this point, only Qin Jian among the nine team commanders did this.
An act that could be said to be insignificant, but immediately won warmer applause.
It wasn't until the applause ended that Qin Jian straightened up.
A smile.
He nodded, moved his right arm slightly, and like magic, a black-gold baton slipped out of his cuff.
The next second.
The baton seemed to get stuck in his hand automatically and stopped.
A little trick.
But the moment he held the baton, Qin Jian's body seemed to be injected with a rhythm.
In slow motion, his blinking eyelashes became undulating.
Finally, at the moment when he turned around, his actions disrupted everyone's psychological assumptions. The baton that was turned around and carried high suddenly fell down at the moment when he completely exposed his tall back to the audience.
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"Boom!!!!!!!——————————"
"Boom!!!!!!——————————"
Once the timpani is struck, it is like a bell awakening the dusty world.
The gleaming golden brass music seemed to turn into a tangible object under the strong white stage light, leaping into the sky like a lion.
Ruhong's momentum broke through the psychological defenses of all viewers.
There are no gorgeous scenery and no modern multimedia elements to add to the fun.
There is only a black curtain, a pure symphony orchestra, and a conductor.
A most basic configuration.
A most standard configuration.
This is Qin Jian's opening scene.
It's also his opening.
In 1791, The Magic Flute was performed for the first time at the Dia Vuitton Theater on the outskirts of Vienna.
Mozart, who had turned into an old man in his prime, personally acted as the conductor for this painstaking work.
He stood in the orchestra pit, and the stage behind the symphony orchestra was covered by a black curtain.
At that time, no one knew what would happen behind the curtain.
The same opening method, direct, simple and crude.
However, this German opera, known as the most famous in the world, did not cause much sensation in the autumn of 1791.
But Qin Jian believed that Mozart's magic had not dried up, but God just lacked a pianist, so he left the world disappointed.
Thirty minutes ago, Qin Jian felt that he was lucky enough to witness a miracle.
When the creation of the 18th century was refined in the 19th century, presented again with the silent film style of the 20th century and the animation technology of the 21st century, this epic scroll seemed to have once again bloomed with Mozart's magic.
In the minds of most audiences, watching opera, especially classical opera, is a serious and solemn matter.
Until half an hour ago, Qin Jian also held this understanding.
But Cai Song, with his Gu Modern Symphony Orchestra and his studio team, broke the imagination of everyone present.
"Can opera still be like this?"
Qin Jian pointed the toes of his right foot, leaned forward slightly, and raised his right arm high again.
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"Boom! Boom! ----" The orchestra responded to his every gesture.
Like a singing purple fairy tale picture book, the sky is full of strange and colorful stars, unfolding page after page under the gorgeous and graceful melody.
“Amazing!”
The moment he raised his arms, the strings and woodwind section sang in unison.
Among the many Magic Flute materials that Qin Jian collected, there was one thing that made him think it was something he needed to take seriously. In that era when Italian dominated the opera world, even the Germans themselves felt that German was ugly and unsuitable for opera.
Language, but the genius Mozart sublimated the rap drama originated from German folk into an opera, and integrated Czech, French, Italian and Austrian folk music before the 18th century, as if to compete with orthodox opera.
Today, two hundred and fifty years later, he has become orthodox.
What Qin Jian wanted to do was to defend this orthodoxy.
The way to maintain something is very simple, just do it in the same way.
He smiled and waved his baton, and the lights on the stage gradually turned from white to yellow.
Qin Jian suddenly nodded in a certain direction, and then smoke made of dry ice appeared out of thin air in front of the curtain.
In an instant, the entire stage became hazy.
Just then, the music changed again.
The rapid e-flat tone seems to imply the majesty of the Queen of Night.