Different rehearsal details to escape with one hand?
Qin Jian really went to the toilet, but he really didn't know how to answer He Jing's question.
He did have less contact with He Jing after returning from the Haiyuan competition. He was busy, but not that busy. He just suddenly remembered it when he was practicing during the day, and forgot about it when he returned to the dormitory at night.
However, Qin Jian did not explain how hard it was for him to practice the piano and how exhausted he was when he returned to the dormitory.
After Qin Jian returned to the dormitory, the siblings chatted for a while. He Jing urged Qin Jian to go to bed as soon as 00:15 Beijing time.
Jing: Okay, go to sleep quickly and prepare the music for the concert. Don’t collapse when the time comes.
Let it go: No, no, no, sister, will you come back for the New Year?
Jing: It depends on the situation, not necessarily
Let it go: Okay, okay, then you should pay more attention to your health, good night
Jing: Good night
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Putting down her phone, He Jing continued to eat lunch.
the weather is nice today.
Rochester has not seen a clear sky for a long time.
After dinner, He Jing left the apartment and walked towards the high-rise building across the street. Today she was not He Jing, the teacher of the ICM Piano Training Institution.
Today she is just a master's student who needs to take professional piano lessons.
Arriving at the small piano room on the second floor of the Eastman School of Music, He Jing opened the wooden door of the piano room where daily classes were held. In the piano room, her instructor Dilange seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The music score on the piano had already been replaced.
She arranged it.
Seeing her come in, Dilange showed a kind smile.
"what."
"Teacher Dilange."
The teacher and student briefly exchanged greetings, and Dilange put down the sheet of music in his hand and said, "Let's get started." He opened his palms and made a gesture of invitation towards the piano.
He Jing nodded, took off her scarf and sat in front of the piano.
Rubbing her hands that were slightly red from the cold, she raised her head slightly for a moment. She had already memorized the music score. She didn't need to look at the music score in front of her anymore and directly placed her hands on the keyboard.
Hold your breath and concentrate.
Sudden.
Her hands suddenly pressed a set of heavy chords.
In the blink of an eye, another chord was played at the touch of a finger.
Two chords kicked off the music.
Next, the familiar theme melody filled the entire piano room.
When He Jing played the first variation, Dilange walked to the piano and said, "He, please control your expression, you are too serious."
He Jing heard the sound and slightly stretched her masseter muscles downward, trying to make her expression look softer, but at this moment, her left hand hesitated for a moment.
The rhythm just faltered for a moment. He Jing stopped on her own initiative and showed an apologetic expression, "I'm sorry, Teacher Dilange."
""It doesn't matter." Dilange shook his head and smiled, "If you really can't correct it, don't force yourself."
He Jing was very ashamed of this. She had been corrected countless times by her teacher on the expression management issue since she got this piece.
This was the first time since childhood that she had been repeatedly corrected on an issue, and she still hadn't corrected it.
"Why."
He Jing sighed inwardly and started playing from the beginning.
Dilange also returned to his chair and stopped looking at He Jing's expression. He also wondered why he, a student, couldn't manage his expression properly for this piece.
Maybe it's because she didn't have a band to play this piece yet, Dilange thought.
Very quickly, less than half an hour passed.
As He Jing dropped the last chord, the whole song ended.
Dilange clapped his hands in approval.
"He, can you join the band tomorrow afternoon? I think some problems may not surface again until we join the band."
"But before that I can't find anything wrong with you. Congratulations."
Faced with such praise, He Jing felt a little deserved. After all, just the first time she made a mistake in expression management, the music was forcibly stopped.
Seemingly sensing He Jing's thoughts, the kind old man patted He Jing on the shoulder: "Forget everything we said about expressions. From today on, you just have to play according to your own expressions."
After a pause, "Maybe I'm wrong."
He Jing looked at her teacher gratefully. She knew that the teacher's words were just to comfort her: "Thank you."
Dilange waved his hand, "Okay, this topic is over, come and take a look at this, He." As he said that, he handed He Jing a form.
He Jing picked it up and glanced at it, then nodded. After a moment, when her eyes fell to the end, she felt incredible.
The form was a list of concerts for the Academy's seminar on Rachmaninoff's works, and she saw her name behind the performer of the last work in the list.
The same finale position, the same song that made her unable to control her expression.
She didn't know how to describe her mood at the moment.
this.
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He Jing raised her head differently and looked at Dilange as if asking something.
Dilange smiled and said: "If you decide to participate in this event, you can only complete the concert performance according to my list of works."
After a moment, he added: "Of course, you can stay here and continue your work with peace of mind. Morrow mentioned you to me on the phone. He admires your work performance at ICM."
After about a second, He Jing nodded.
Dilange looked at He Jing's smile, and he felt that he knew why the other party ordered, "Then see you at the concert hall at 2:30 tomorrow afternoon?"
"Thank you, Teacher Dilange."
He Jing bowed deeply.
She had decided to participate in this event about an hour ago. If Qin Jian didn't say that he missed her, maybe she would use the month after Christmas to continue working hard and try to save some money in the new year, but
Plans are often less important than someone's words.
Who knows whether he really meant it or just said it, but no matter what, He Jing made a decision the moment she put down the phone.
It's just that he didn't expect that his teacher would give him the final position that symbolized the appearance. He Jing felt that there were many people in the entire team who were more qualified to sit in that position than him.
However, He Jing's temperament has always been one of refusing to admit defeat.
"Please rest assured, I will continue to work hard."
Dilange nodded with satisfaction: "I have always been at ease with you."
The teacher and student discussed the issue of co-arranging with the band for a while, and then the class ended.
"Goodbye, Mr. Dilange."
He Jing put on her scarf and was about to leave.
"Wait a minute, He." Dilange stopped He Jing, "If you don't mind."
"I hope your name is on my guest list for Christmas."
"You know, Paul has been mentioning this to me a lot lately."
The old man's expression was still so kind, so kind that He Jing couldn't bear to refuse.
but.
He Jing smiled and said, "Sorry, Teacher Dilange."
After that, she left the piano room.
Dilange looked at the empty doorframe and shrugged helplessly. There were some things he couldn't do.
His thoughts returned to tomorrow's rehearsal, and his eyes couldn't help but return to the music score on the piano.
‘Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini’
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00:22:13 Paragraph, paragraph, paragraph: Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini!
Qin Jian saw this message when he opened his eyes early in the morning. He suddenly realized it and slapped his forehead.
"What the hell..."
00:21:34 Let it go: By the way, Duan Ran, do you know what Lawu is?
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07:32:02 Let it go: Yeah, yeah, that’s right
get up.
07:36:49 Let it go: I accidentally fell asleep, good morning