A not very concrete picture emerged in Qin Jian's mind.
Huang Cheng once again pulled Qin Jian to the corner connecting the stage and the audience. He raised his hand and pointed to the side of the stage in the corner, "General stage scenery is no longer available at this location."
“In fact, this will create a sense of spatial separation between the stage and the auditorium.”
Speaking of this, she moved her hand to the side of the auditorium in the corner, "I thought if we could extend the overall background of the stage scenery and make the entire auditorium space become part of the stage space, would it be possible to directly pull
Close the distance between the stage and the auditorium, so that the audience has a clearer viewing experience? "
Qin Jian understood.
This time he completely understood what the other party meant.
"Is there any such precedent abroad?" he asked.
Huang Cheng said, "There are quite a few. The Phantom of the Opera produced by Kensap Opera House in the 1980s was the first to use this stage layout, but it used projeapping technology."
"Uh, what does this mean?" Qin Jian was embarrassed.
"Projection mapping." Huang Cheng explained, "I can't say that this is the first time in the world that we used real scenes to create this effect."
"But it must be the first in the country."
I have to say that Huang Cheng's last words completely moved Qin Jian. He was not sure what the final effect would be, but he wanted to try it.
"Sister, does the teacher know about this idea?"
"The teacher doesn't know yet, but I discussed it with Brother Shuang, and he thinks it's feasible, and he provided a better idea."
Huang Cheng went on to say that Brother Shuang suggested that sponsors’ logos and advertising copy could be projected onto the curtain in the form of runes carved on props in the play. This would not only achieve publicity, but also not cause confusion on the stage.
Forcibly inserting advertisements on the stage will destroy the overall effect of the stage."
Qin Jian clapped his hands and said, "Do it."
Seeing Qin Jian, the real person in charge, nodding, Huang Cheng felt relieved and could go ahead with it, "Now we'll wait to communicate with the sponsors to see if they can accept this way of advertising."
Several people from the school had been running the sponsorship thing, and he didn't know the details. After all, he had never worried about money. At that time, he was already prepared to donate money himself.
"Senior sister, who has been in charge of running sponsorship?"
Huang Cheng: "Qian Xia, she got the biggest sponsorship this time, so I say you really should thank her."
"Well, I understand." Qin Jian nodded and looked around again, "Okay, senior sister, when will the stage be set up? I plan to bring the orchestra over the day after tomorrow."
"Good morning tomorrow morning." Huang Cheng said, "Okay, go and do your work. Don't worry about me being here. Besides, you're back now, so take the time to visit the teacher's house."
Huang Cheng reminded Qin Jian, and Qin Jian nodded repeatedly and said, "I understand, I'll thank you for your hard work, senior sister."
"bye."
After Qin Jian left, Huang Cheng became busy again.
On the way back to school, Qin Jian kept thinking about how to thank Ning Qianxia
After thinking about it, he decided to meet the other party alone.
Firstly, it seemed more formal, and secondly, the little quarrel between the two of them should have ceased to exist long after they returned from Salzburg last year.
Think again about what the other party said on the stage today, 'Since when did you start seeing strangers to this extent?'
Qin Jian hummed to himself, but he seemed to be petty.
Then he sent a message to Duan Ran, telling him the ins and outs of the appointment with Ning Qianxia in advance.
Duan: I know! I should thank you very much!
Duan Ran's considerateness made Qin Jian feel really comfortable, and at the same time he felt more confident.
While just thinking about this matter, he overlooked an extremely important issue.
A question about the stage.
...
after an hour.
There is a small restaurant in the back street of the school with few people.
"Qin Jian."
Ning Qianxia interrupted him lightly, holding a hot water cup in her hand.
Qin Jian was talking excitedly about the panoramic stage. Suddenly he saw the other party calling his name and couldn't help but stop. His expression was still that excited.
"What?"
Ning Qianxia reminded, "Did you overlook something?"
Qin Jian turned his face and frowned.
Ning Qianxia put down the water glass and said, "The cloth absorbs sound."
A faint sentence.
When Qin Jian's pupils contracted, he immediately realized what the other party was thinking.
His eyes narrowed, and an "x!" appeared subconsciously in his mouth.
"Hold on."
Qin Jian hurriedly took out his mobile phone and called Huang Cheng. He was indeed negligent. When Huang Cheng was telling him, he was paying attention to the fantasy stage but he was negligent - if a large area of fabric was used to decorate the concert hall, the entire opera would be ruined.
Will the sound effects be greatly compromised?
The call was quickly connected, and Qin Jian explained his doubts.
After listening to it on the phone, Huang Cheng explained to him: "Matte silk does not absorb sound, don't worry."
Crisis resolved.
Qin Jian breathed a sigh of relief. After hanging up the phone, he told Ning Qianxia what Huang Cheng had said.
"That's good."
Ning Qianxia nodded and said, "Then continue."
Continuing, Qin Jian was so interrupted that he forgot where he had just talked. He shook his head and said with a smile: "You will know when we arrive at the Blue Ocean Concert Hall the day after tomorrow."
Ning Qianxia: "Looking forward to it."
...
The two chatted for a while, and whenever they talked about club matters, Qin Jian couldn't leave his mouth without the word "thank you."
"Why have you become such a mother-in-law?" Ning Qianxia finally couldn't listen anymore.
"I'm serious." Qin Jian was very serious.
Ning Qianxia burst out laughing when she saw Qin Jian's appearance, "You're not happy even if I say a word."
Qin Jian choked.
Ning Qianxia: "Okay, let's talk about the band's next step."
Qin Jian: "According to our plan years ago, after the series of performances, we will start arranging the wedding of Carmen and Figaro from May, so that the society can continue to adjust."
"Wait a minute," Ning Qianxia interjected, "the school will hold an orchestral competition in June this year, and I'm worried that everyone won't have as much energy and time to participate in rehearsals in May."
"Is that so?" Qin Jian frowned.
Ning Qianxia: "Don't forget that we are still students at school."
Qin Jian nodded and said, "Indeed," the time must be focused on everyone's competition.
After thinking for a while, he continued: "That's it. After this performance, the club's rehearsals will be temporarily suspended. During this period, everyone can prepare for the competition with peace of mind. After the competition is over, normal rehearsals will begin again. However, I may not be in the country at this time.
.”
After a pause, he said, "I'll still have to work hard for you guys, but I'll see if I can invite conductor Xia Dong to rehearse regularly for everyone this time, and take some rehearsal classes by the way, so that you can relax a little bit."
"Okay, I understand." Ning Qianxia nodded, "The competition at the end of that year?"
"We will start preparing for the new singing competition after I finish the competition. We have enough time." Qin Jian gave Ning Qianxia a positive reply, "I have already decided on the track."
Ning Qianxia: "What song?"
Qin Jian calculated the time and said with a smile, "August, I will give you the score around August."
Qin Jian's trick successfully aroused Ning Qianxia's curiosity.
A faint smile crept into the corner of her eyes, "Well, can you tell me my role in advance?"
When Ning Qianxia asked, Qin Jian thought about the background of Ya Da and Qi La's story and asked: "Do you know how humans were created?"
Startled, Ning Qianxia looked at Qin Jian's serious look and asked with some confusion, "Are you sure your question is related to mine?"
Qin Jian nodded, "Of course, any questions?"
moment.
"I do not know."
Ning Qianxia picked up the water glass again and took a sip, then looked at Qin Jian and said slowly.