526. Non-sound-absorbing cloth! Can you tell me about making a human?
2:30.
The violin part sat neatly on the stage.
Most of the vocal members in the audience arrived, and they accompanied the audience quietly.
Qin Jian stepped onto the podium and looked around the stage.
"For all 96 bars, no one should vibrato."
After his words fell, all the vocal members looked at each other.
As he said that, he looked at Li Shasha and said, "Let's do some technical coordination with everyone."
Li Shasha was also thinking. For a moment, she said a few words to the deputy chief, and then the entire vocal section on the stage also participated in the discussion.
Leave professional matters to professionals. Qin Jian doesn't know violin techniques, so he just has to wait for everyone's results.
After a while, the stage became quiet, and Li Shasha turned to look at Qin Jian and nodded.
"ok."
Qin Jian picked up the baton on the music table.
With another shake of his arm, he raised his baton. Following Li Shasha's movements, all members of the violin section stood up and held their bows in unison.
Entered the ready state.
Qin Jian turned his right hand, and the moment the baton passed by, the violin part buzzed in unison.
The stage was instantly filled with the sound of string instruments.
The stage with only the violin part sounds the same as the other parts playing alone, they are all monotonous.
But this also allows the details in the music to be reflected more thoroughly.
The phrases that cannot be called melody sometimes stopped and sometimes played, one verse after another, Qin Jian's brows tightened and he listened tightly.
I have to say that through the method provided by Xia Dong, the entire vocal part’s previous harmonic passages are also much cleaner.
As the music progressed, after the beat before entering the 'dilemma' section, the entire rehearsal hall entered a state of tension.
Qin Jian controlled the speed without changing his expression, and suddenly his arms rose again. All the little handlers wrote "Don't vibrate the strings" in their minds, and through the technique, they turned into movements on their hands and showed it again.
At the same time, they also showed their high quality as string majors at Hua Guo Yuan, and the modified playing method was adapted to them in a short time.
The clear passage gave everyone the answer, and the violin part did it.
Although the performance was performed in this way for the first time, there are still flaws in some details. For example, some people focused on controlling themselves not to vibrato, leading to forgetting the expression marks of the strength of the music.
But after playing it in its entirety, the cheers from the audience showed the result.
Qin Jian also breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the biggest problem had been solved, and the problem of sonic fighting no longer existed.
While reflecting on his lack of knowledge about orchestra rehearsal, and looking at the relieved violin members, he couldn't help but lament that there is still a long way to go for everyone on the road to music.
After clapping his hands, the hall became quiet. He once again gave Li Shasha a look of affirmation, then turned around and looked around the audience.
He smiled and said, "Now that everyone is here, let's go on stage."
Before he could finish his words, the audience started to move enthusiastically.
"Wait a moment."
With a sound, the audience fell silent again and he said, Qin Jian thought for a moment, "The string section will go first."
The audience started to move again, and all the members of the string section came on stage one after another with their instruments.
Qin Jian turned around and organized his thoughts again.
Although Xiaoti's main problem has been solved.
However, it still needs to be polished and polished, so that everyone can add up the different parts. On the one hand, it can allow the small voice part to gradually adapt to the performance just now in the presence of interference. On the other hand, it also allows the
Xiaoti members who were slightly weak in technique were given several times to consolidate their skills.
The stage is ready again.
Qin Jian raised his hand again.
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Over and over again, one voice after another, time passes little by little in the repetition and increase of voices.
An hour and a half later, the last play was completed on the stage.
All the orchestra parts joined in, and Qin Jian was most satisfied with it.
Qin Jian wiped the sweat from his forehead. As a result of not having lunch, he felt slightly dizzy facing the hot and dim lamp.
He is indeed a little tired from being busy in the morning till now.
He gently held on to the armrest behind the podium and took advantage of the short gap to quickly adjust his condition.
Feeling better, he said to everyone: "Strike while the iron is hot, let's try to get it done once and for all!"
As he spoke, he turned around again and motioned for the singing members who had been preparing for a long time to come on stage.
Ning Qianxia put down her water glass and walked onto the stage.
When she passed by Qin Jian, she saw sweat on the tip of his nose and a bad look on his face. She asked, "Do you need a rest?" Her expression and tone were the same as a few hours ago.
"It's okay," Qin Jian stood up and picked up the baton again, "Come on, this is all we can do for now, the rest is up to you."
Ning Qianxia smiled and said, "Leave it to me."
The queen of the night, who didn't change her costume, simply opened her voice twice, and her aura was fully activated in an instant, as if the level of the entire stage had been raised several notches.
The actors and orchestra are in place, and the conductor is in place.
The Magic Flute Act 2, Scene 3, Chant of the Queen of the Night - 'The flame of revenge burns within me'
The conductor's baton fell, and the string section sang in unison.
"Buzz!—Buzz!—Buzz!—Buzz!—"
The stage is on the verge of breaking out.
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20:43.
At night, Huaguo Yuan seems a little quieter than during the day.
Teaching building, piano teaching and research room.
Chopin's Nocturne in F minor, Op55:no1, is flowing quietly and freely.
The melody is full of worries, and in the uncomplicated harmonic vocabulary, it is like a helpless sigh.
In front of the piano, a slowly rising smoke rises above the lonely figure, just like the passing notes outside the main note, circling and disappearing, leaving only the remaining smell in the air.
The fingers on the keys gently seemed to be caressing the lover's smooth back silently, and the breathing between each phrase was silent.
The music moves forward in the tobacco-filled space.
The Neapolitan chord appeared appropriately, causing the original minor triad to become a major triad. The major tendency of the harmony gave people a bright listening experience, but the mood continued to creep in the darkness.
The phrase finally ends at the moment when the harmony completely ends.
Another silent breath
Chopin in various forms, nocturnes in various forms.
It's just that this nocturne has no audience at this time, just like the cigarette butt that burned to the handle and was mercilessly pressed to death in the ashtray. No one will remember that it ever existed.
When Shen Qingci has nothing to do these days, he will sit in front of the piano and touch one or two pieces of Chopin, and he happens to be waiting now.
A phone call made him pick up his cell phone.
After hanging up the phone, he laughed and cursed: "Let me go again."
Fortunately, he is waiting for two people tonight.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door.
"Come in," he shouted.
Then the door was gently pushed open, and Natsuki walked in holding the music folder.
"Teacher Shen."
Shen Qingci nodded and gave up his seat in front of the piano, "Come on."
Xia Shu sat in front of the piano, and then Shen Qingci's words rang in her ears.
"Starting today, we will start talking about Chopin's rabuto."
...
In another corner of the school, Qin Jian fell into a deep sleep not long after hanging up the phone.
He didn't want to let Shen Qingci down, but he really wanted to sleep.
Maybe his jet lag hasn't adjusted yet?
He was speechless all night, and he had less than three days until the countdown to the performance.