519. Impressions and the two hundred and three paragraphs Ran and confusion
As soon as Qin Jian walked into the main building of the concert hall, he heard the timpani and string instruments playing in unison.
“The momentum is good.”
Muttering, he quickened his pace.
Entering the theater from the side door, under the bright stage, after Chen Tangjie's figure, he immediately saw Ning Qianxia and Pamina lying on the ground, with three maids standing next to them.
Ning Qianxia held a dagger in her hand and started singing loudly.
Qin Jian also sat quietly in the dimly lit last row. He didn't notice Li Sanli not far away, and Li Sanli didn't notice her either.
On the stage, Ning Qianxia showed off her coloratura soprano.
Judging from the cooperation between the live band and her, Qin Jian was particularly surprised.
The effect and level exceeded his expectations, and the sound quality was much better than the video Chen Tangjie sent him.
But in the final analysis, Ning Qianxia sings better.
The orchestra still didn't handle some details well enough. From Ning Qianxia's occasional need to control the rhythm of her lyrics, it can be seen that she was consciously following the orchestra.
But this is putting the cart before the horse. In this excerpt, the orchestra should be supporting her.
Qin Jian memorized the two details just now.
"so-bist-du"
Just when Ning Qianxia sang this section, she could be heard making a conscious crescendo. This is also the crescendo expression that actors need to achieve when singing here.
The three syllables correspond to the two third intervals composed of three ascending quarter notes. The chords at the bottom of the string section should advance weakly to highlight the singer's so syllable, but the orchestra did not do it.
Not only did the volume eat up the so syllable, but the natural jump of the small voice when the du syllable came in did not reach a unified frequency.
This caused a slight fluctuation when Ning Qianxia's main vocal appeared in the next section, but she quickly adjusted.
This may not sound like much to a layman, but an insider will know that this is a problem that the orchestra has not handled well.
Mr. Li Sanli also looked particularly unhappy, especially since he was extremely satisfied with Ning Qianxia's singing, but it was her granddaughter who was in charge of the entire string section.
Chen Tangjie and Li Shasha looked at each other helplessly in the distance. Neither of them could blame the other in this place.
Not only was it difficult for the string section, but Chen Tangjie also had to coordinate the sound effects of all the parts.
Moreover, there have been many mistakes in this paragraph, which has become a common psychological shadow for both of them.
Finally, Chen Tangjie reluctantly put his hands away, everyone stopped, and the stage became quiet.
He looked at Ning Qianxia apologetically, "Sorry."
Ning Qianxia smiled and shook her head. She knew that this was not Tang Jie's problem alone, "It doesn't matter, we still have time, let's do it again."
You could tell that her comforting tone was serious.
"Sister Xia Xia, please take a break. You have been singing all afternoon. Let's practice the parts by ourselves for a while."
Li Shasha said, and the members of the string section also followed suit.
"Yes, Sister Xia, please go down and sit for a while."
At this moment, there was a round of applause from the audience.
Everyone looked at it.
The next second, the stage exploded.
"I'm going! The president is back!!"
"Brother Key!!!"
"President!!!"
Under the shouts of the crowd, people in the audience also saw Qin Jian's tall figure walking towards the stage, and they all started whispering.
Qin Jian walked onto the stage amidst the crowds.
Several elders on the stage all breathed a sigh of relief, as if as long as Qin Jian comes back, there will be no problems that cannot be solved.
Chen Tangjie walked up and said with some dejection: "Hey, I'm sorry, but this is the only part left."
Qin Jian patted his shoulder: "Well done, Tang Jie. Thank you. Leave the rest to me."
Tang Jie hummed, handed the baton to Qin Jian, and sighed with relief: "It's great to have you back. I can finally go back and play my part." As he said that, he sat back in the position where he was familiar with the clarinet.
Qin Jian turned to look aside, where Ning Qianxia was looking at him quietly.
"Thank you for your hard work." Qin Jian knew that if there was no other party, the scenes behind the magic flute would not be able to be arranged during his absence.
Ning Qianxia smiled when she heard this, but did not answer, "Let's talk about this issue when we come back. Let's continue. Time is running out."
Similarly, when Qin Jian came back, she felt relieved.
Qin Jian nodded, "But you'd better go down and rest for a while. I'll solve the orchestra's problem first." As he said that, he took off his coat, lowered his head and looked around and found that there was no place to put clothes.
Holding up the coat, his eyes returned to the other person's face. After thinking about it, he decided to go down and put away the clothes himself.
Unexpectedly, Ning Qianxia reached out and took the clothes in mid-air, and said calmly: "When did you become exposed to the outside world like this?" After that, she took the clothes and got off the stage.
Ning Qianxia's voice was not loud. Qin Jian coughed lightly, adjusted his posture, turned around and walked onto the podium.
Facing the crowd, he clapped his hands and said seriously: "All other parts will take a rest, and the percussion part will come first."
As he spoke, he raised his baton, and his aura immediately emerged, covering the entire stage.
There was silence on the stage, and Li Sanli in the audience nodded.
Zheng Feng suddenly became a little nervous, and he quickly adjusted his breathing.
Finally, he gave Qin Jian a look of affirmation.
In an instant, Qin Jian's baton crossed a semicircle in the air and suddenly fell.
Zheng Feng concentrated his attention and began to count the beats in his heart as the moment passed.
Everyone in the audience seemed to have seen a strange scene. The people on the podium were waving their batons intently, but the scene was quiet, and the conductor seemed to be directing the air.
Sudden.
"Boom!"
Two timpani sounds sounded the moment the baton dropped again.
The sound of the drum sounds perfectly in tune with the movement of the baton.
Then four and a half beats later, "Boom—boom!"
The sound of drums, one short and one weak, sounded again, and the conductor's movements suddenly became larger.
Ning Qianxia blinked gently in the audience.
On the stage, the smart man had already taken the music score and read his own voice passages against Qin Jian's conductor.
In a 96-bar aria, the timpani appears only in a few places at the beginning and end.
The rest of the time was spent in silence.
The same goes for percussionists in a symphony orchestra. Sometimes a piece only needs one sound at the end, but they have to start counting beats from the beginning.
Experienced percussionists will listen to the melody of other parts to determine the timing of their own performance.
But Zheng Feng didn’t have much experience in rehearsing large-scale repertoire, and there were no other parts for him to learn from at the moment.
So he could only watch Qin Jian's gestures and count them carefully.
The moment Qin Jian suddenly raised his hand, he struck two long and weak blows in succession, followed by a rolling sound that lasted for one and a half beats.
On the third beat when he stopped the sound of the drum skin, Qin Jian's big hand was waved and closed firmly.
The baton stopped at the original position, and Qin Jian's figure returned to the initial preparatory movements.
Two seconds later, Qin Jian let out a long breath and slowly put his hand down.
The whole place was silent.
At this time, Zheng Feng raised his hand to wipe his sweat. Fortunately, he did not make a mistake. He had only heard of this method before, but the excitement was definitely beyond his imagination.
Qin Jian gave him an affirmative look.
Then he looked around everyone, focusing on several speakers.
"Which part is coming to the next group?"
His voice is calm.
For a moment, several speakers looked at each other, but no one said a word.