Sabina's eyes were locked on her husband's red face, and she did not relax her brows at the other man's joke.
Seeing that the other party's expression gradually softened, she breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, her face was pale and her long gray hair was still messy. She did not look like a queen on the podium.
"I have to lie down for a while."
Grisbeck gasped for a while and then said.
With the help of his wife, he got into bed.
A storm involves both surprise and danger.
Sabina held her husband's trembling hand and thought about all the places they had visited today. She had to figure out the cause of her husband's asthma attack tonight.
Finally, the picture in her mind was fixed on a row of flower baskets. When she and her husband were interviewed by the organizer tonight, the flower baskets in the interview room were filled with flowers.
Thinking of this, she regretted why she hadn't paid more attention. Pollen allergy must have caused Griesbeck's asthma to relapse.
Feeling the slight exertion of her husband's fingers on his left hand, Sabina looked into her husband's eyes.
Grisbeck: "What are you thinking about, dear?"
Sabina lowered her head and asked her husband on his forehead: "You can't go to the concert tomorrow."
Grisbeck shook his head and said: "You know, it was the same situation last time in Lisbon. As a result, I received warm applause from everyone that day."
Sabina said seriously: "That was seventeen years ago, Frank."
Grisbeck's eyes regained some vitality: "No, you are still as beautiful as you were when you were young."
But apparently his naughtiness was not ignored by his wife.
"Frank, your right hand has been shaking." Sabina's voice was slightly louder.
His wife's words seemed to make Gribecks feel a little bit dissatisfied. His right hand suddenly started beating, and he slowly sang a melody with the beating of his fingers: "Well re-fa-mi-re-#dol
-re-mi—re——mi-…”
Gribecks sang the piano melody of the first movement of Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto like a child, seeming to beg and prove again.
But it turned out that his fingers couldn't keep up with the rhythm of his mouth.
Sabina squeezed her husband's hand tightly, and the sound of singing in front of her stopped immediately.
Just when she was about to dissuade her husband again, her ears rang again, "Sabina, I have waited too long for this comeback performance. Sometimes when I am alone in front of the piano, I feel that my hands are about to get rusty. I
It’s been too long since I’ve been away from the public stage.”
Despite this, Sabina did not swallow what she said: "This is not a good reason, Frank, you can set the comeback concert for any day in the future."
Facing his wife's determined eyes, Gribecs suddenly sat up. His body seemed to have gained new strength, and his turbid eyes also burst out with a more fiery look.
"Tomorrow is your eleventh anniversary at the helm of the Helsinki Symphony Orchestra. I hope that on such a day I can sit on the stage instead of in the cold auditorium."
After a pause, he said pleadingly.
"Sabina, let me play a movement, just one movement."
...
Later, after Grisbeck fell asleep, Sabina called her assistant. After receiving the call, her assistant quickly rushed to the 21st floor of the hotel. After the two exchanged words, her assistant nodded.
Leave.
Then Sabina thought again and again and called the old bartender. After the call was connected, she briefly told the other party what had just happened, and finally made a small request of her own.
The old bartender on the other end of the phone expressed regret for what happened to Gribecks, but he was a little confused about the request made by the other party.
The old bartender questioned: "Where are the substitute musicians provided by the organizer?"
Then Sabina told the old bartender that because of Grisbeck's temper, the organizer did not arrange a substitute player for the last piece.
The old bartender felt funny after hearing this, but he really couldn't laugh at this time: "Okay, I understand, so I hope you understand a little bit too."
"You can invite Qin Jian as a special guest pianist to complete the last piece of tomorrow's concert with your orchestra, but you cannot expect him to take over from Griesbeck and continue the performance from a certain movement of the music. You must know this
It does not comply with our rules. Qin Jian is not a disciple of Grisbeck and he has no such obligation, not to mention that his name is not on the organizer's invitation list."
Then the old bartender added, "On an occasion like tomorrow, I don't think any famous pianist would be willing to be Griesbeck's substitute. Pulling three is not an ordinary piece of music, and Qin Jian is not an unknown little performer in Europe."
The old bartender's words showed his attitude. He could understand that because of her husband's petty temper, she had to find a reliable person in the next 17 hours who could complete the second half of the three-part test with high quality and in good health.
A performer at a music festival, and this performer must complete audition rehearsals before the performance.
Under the screening of many of the above conditions, Qin Jian is undoubtedly the only candidate for the digit.
If it is just an ordinary piece, the old bartender dares to say that as long as this news is released, even if he appears as a temporary substitute at tomorrow's concert, many young piano players will come to step into Sabina's threshold.
They have collaborated with the Helsinki Symphony Orchestra in heavyweight concerts at the Bergen Music Festival. This resume alone is enough to make them worth a lot of money and famous.
But unfortunately, Rachmaninoff's Third Piano Concerto is such a formidable work.
As for the famous pianists who came to the music festival this time, just as the old bartender said on the phone, no one would be willing to be Griesbeck's alternate player.
The extremely arrogant Gribecks has never been popular in the European piano circles. This is not a lie.
Sabina spoke again: "Daniel,..."
She talked for about five or six minutes, and the old bartender didn't interrupt her while holding the phone.
This time, the other party described what happened in the room in more detail. After listening to it, the old bartender sighed: "It's a touching story."
After a long time, a sigh came out.
"It's not completely impossible."
"Well, all you have to do is add Qin Jian's name to tomorrow's concert program and give a separate introduction to him on stage. He must be a special guest. I can communicate the rest for you."
The old bartender's words seemed a little unkind, but it only seemed so. Finally, he added: "Even so, I'm not sure Qin Jian will accept this, after all, he was refused a handshake not long ago."
It wasn't sarcasm or gloating, the old bartender just told a fact.
"If you can't accept Qin Jian's name appearing behind Frank Griesbeck, then there's no need to talk about it. Or you can consider other candidates or change to different symphony pieces. Anyway, you still have one night."