Taking advantage of today's rest, Qin Jian sent a message to Chen Tangjie after breakfast and left the hotel.
'Tang Jie, we won't arrange team tasks today. If everyone wants to go out and have fun in the afternoon, you can organize it. It's best to go out as a group. Say hello to Teacher Liu in advance. I'm starting to prepare for the recording. Something's up.
Call me.'
The Steinway Music Store located on West Street under the Linden Tree is only one and a half kilometers away from the hotel. Qin Jian walked there and arrived at the store at exactly 11:20 noon.
There were no customers in the piano store at this time. The manager of the piano store was a little surprised to see Qin Jian's arrival. He stepped forward and shook Qin Jian's hand.
Qin Jian politely asked his boss that he needed a piano and a quiet room.
He was served by the enthusiastic manager Lima.
This was probably the benefit of the Steinway artist. The boss quickly led him to the door of a spacious piano room. There was a window in the room through which he could see the street.
A b211 is standing quietly in the corner.
Qin Jian was very satisfied with this lavender-scented piano room.
Then the boss smiled and gave Qin Jian a price. The cost of using this piano room is 20 euros an hour.
This was something he did not expect. At least he felt that Baudelaire did not explain something clearly to him before inviting him to join Steinway.
20 euros, just 20 euros.
Mr. Qin, who had not touched the piano for five consecutive days, couldn't wait to wash his hands after paying for the five hours of use, walked into the piano room and sat in front of the b211 steel.
Gently raising his left hand, he pressed the notes one by one.
The bass area of B211 makes a thick clanking sound.
A simple scale, even a Chopin champion cannot play Titus tricks.
Then he added his right hand and started running with both hands at the same time.
The two sound streams were as neat as one hand playing. Gradually, Qin Jian threw himself into the practice, leaving his worries and worries behind.
Sitting in front of the piano always makes him feel at ease.
After Qin Jian finished the two-hour warm-up practice, he started practicing the op28 prelude.
There are less than five days left before the recording, and he needs to find his status.
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On the other side, in a piano room of the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musique de Paris, the indoor atmosphere was pleasant, and the air seemed to be accelerating in the tight counterpoint of the two voices.
Bach's arrangement of the first movement of Marcello's Oboe Concerto 'Concerto in a minor' Bwv974.
From a musical perspective, Bach is religious, which is related to his lifelong belief in religion.
But what's interesting is that the Bach music in the piano room at this moment is full of worldly joy, and it feels a little warm when you listen carefully.
If Qin Jian heard Bach played like this, he would definitely say that such a performance was a manifestation of a complete lack of understanding of religious music.
But I don’t know if he dared to look Duan Ran in the eyes and say: Stop it, your Bach lacks ‘the religious piety in Bach’s bones.’
Rigel was not Qin Jian. Looking at the little girl playing in front of the piano, he didn't know what to say.
From the first time he handed Duan Ran the scores of two Bach suites, he emphasized to him that Bach's music is introspective.
But his words seemed to be of no use. Duan Ran's self-awareness in front of the piano was too stubborn.
Rigel originally thought that there wouldn't be another student who would be more troublesome than Shen Qingci, but obviously he was wrong.
He kept nodding along with the music in his ears, not sure what he was doing now.
Was he infected by the gentle breeze-like contemplation that occasionally appeared in the melody? Or maybe he seemed to see the white sheep taking a peaceful walk on the clear river beach in the music.
In short, no matter what, he had no way to control his intoxicated body.
After the whole piece ended, the piano room became quiet.
‘Papa—’
Rigel applauded, "Very good."
"Thank you." Duan Ran was a little happy. It seemed that her efforts last night were not in vain.
Rigel nodded and came to the piano. Duan Ran stood up and made way for his seat in front of the piano.
Rigel sat down and demonstrated three places for her, "Your strength is too strong in these three places. I suggest you try to feel the depth of the keys again."
Duan Ran started thinking.
Riegel continued: "Depth perception depends more on our imagination, because there is actually only a small difference in the depth of the keys."
After a moment, Duan Ran nodded, "Teacher Rigel, can I try again?"
"Of course." Rigel stood up, "Don't worry, this problem is just a small one.
Duan Ran dropped the keys again and the piano started playing. She didn't start very fast.
The music slowly developed to the first problem pointed out by Rigel, and Duan Ran's hand movements obviously changed a little, and then this change was directly reflected in the music.
The traces of Duan Ran's emphasis on the first place originally pointed out by Rigel were somewhat weakened.
Rigel showed a satisfied expression.
Then the speed of the music became a little faster. When it came to the second part, Duan Ran seemed to be able to control it more easily, and the traces of accent were faded again.
Rigel showed a surprised expression.
The music continued to develop, and we reached the third point. Duan Ran's hand movements when pressing chords were as smooth as if he had returned to "Duan Ran's style of playing and original speed."
Seeing this scene, Rigel's heart beat faster.
At this moment, Duan Ran's left hand fluttered over three chord tones, and one or three fingers of his right hand pressed them in precise position. His seemingly forceful right hand produced the same weak note as his left hand.
Not a single emphasized sound can be heard in the entire section, but the overall volume is full, balanced and full of granularity.
Rigel could only shake his head and sigh.
Talented, he can only say this,
Duan Ran once again used his powerful talent to prove how a talented piano player can understand and quickly solve problems.
After the music ended and the performance finished again, Duan Ran understood through practice what Rigel just said.
At the same time, she also heard how much the music had changed after the correction of the three bars.
A confident little fat guy, she won't doubt that she might be wrong.
"Thank you." Duan Ran stopped his hand and looked up at Rigel and said, "I understand."
moment.
"how did you do it?"
Rigel needed Duan Ran's answer. He wanted to hear whether Duan Ran's thoughts were consistent with what he heard.
Duan Ran thought for a while.
"First of all, I played the first part at a slower speed, imagining the distance from when the key was pressed to the bottom. After thinking about it, I found that this depth can still be controlled."
"When I got to the second place, I had experience. I used a lighter force to lower my fingers first. When I felt that it was about to touch the bottom of the key, I switched to a medium-strong force to complete the last note, so that the sound would not be planted.
It’s so abrupt.”
"The third place is almost the same as the second place. I think I have almost mastered it and returned to the original speed."
"Um."
Duan Ran paused. She didn't know if Rigel could understand her description, "That's probably it (laughing)."