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Qin Jian looked at the time, it was almost seven o'clock.
Duan Ran wiped his sweat and asked, "Is your physical condition okay?" She knew that Qin Jian had been busy since the morning.
"no problem."
Qin Jian said as he put on his headphones again and listened to the first three variations again.
Everything from the sound texture to the flow of the music is fine, but there are problems with the timbre, especially the low-frequency chords.
The resonance is too clean.
The cleanliness here is definitely not what he wants.
moment.
He put on his headphones and asked Astor, "Can you make the low frequencies sound more realistic?"
Qin Jian didn't understand recording, so he could only put forward his own ideas based on his own auditory experience.
"reality?"
This general word made Astor somewhat unsure of what Qin Jian wanted to express. The recording equipment he used this time was exactly the same as the one he used to record Mozart last time.
Astor thought for a while and said, "Let's try it again and you can listen again."
"OK."
Qin Jian made an OK gesture and returned to the stage.
Agus adjusted the recording parameters.
After everything was ready, Qin Jian started playing the first piece of the prelude of op.28 again.
The calm piano sound is like a tide, rising from the front of the piano in waves.
No. 1 in C major is full of excitement, exactly the same as the performance at the Gold Medal Concert.
The two temperaments of desire and sensitivity interpenetrate each other and bring the entire recording studio into Qin Jian's music world again.
As a professional bystander, Duan Ran could clearly hear the emotions in Qin Jian's music.
There was no problem, but she had also listened to the field recording just now, and it was indeed a bit different from the live sound.
The piano's tone suddenly changed, and the bright C major was replaced by the second piece in A minor.
Perfect conversion.
Qin Jian continued to play four songs, and he stopped at the end of the sixth song. The first problem to be solved now was the sound quality of the recording.
Back in the recording studio, Qin Jian put on his headphones again.
For a moment, he shook his head.
Duan Ran saw this and took the headphones. After listening to it, she felt that the bass this time was better than before, but there was still a big deviation.
Seeing that it was almost eight o'clock, Qin Jian and Agus communicated for a while.
In the end, the two reached a consensus - the issue of bass resonance.
Agus decided to change a set of microphones for Qin Jian tomorrow and try again.
The experienced Agus joked: "Every master's recording process is like this."
He told Qin Jian a short story about recording Beethoven for Talibek, "Talibeck changed seven pianos before he was satisfied with the tone of one chord."
"Don't worry, there's no problem."
Qin Jian: "Thank you, you have worked hard today."
After agreeing to continue tomorrow morning, Qin Jian and the others left.
I passed by the fast food restaurant downstairs and had some food, then returned to the hotel.
Back at the hotel, Qin Jian was still thinking. To be honest, he didn't expect to encounter such a problem when recording his first personal CD.
He was convinced that it was not his problem.
Before going to bed, Duan Ran calmed his nerves.
Early the next morning, Qin Jian went to the recording hall again. There were two more 274s at the entrance, as well as a senior Steinway technician.
Vaughn learned of the situation last night and transferred two pianos from the Steinway headquarters in Hamburg overnight for Qin Jian's recording.
Agus also worked with the technical staff to re-create a set of recording parameters last night and replaced the recording microphone with a hi-end.
It's just that the ultra-high standards of hi-end still haven't solved Qin Jian's problem today.
By two o'clock in the afternoon, Qin Jian had changed three instruments and recorded four times, but all ended in failure.
Another day in vain.
Agus was also quite helpless. In fact, the last version sounded to him almost the same as the version played by Qin Jian at the concert.
However, the two of them were not discouraged and agreed to continue tomorrow morning.
After leaving DG, Qin Jian decided not to think about recording for the time being.
Duan Ran stayed with him in the recording studio for two days, and he planned to take him to eat and play tonight.
"Where do you want to go?" Qin Jian pulled Duan Ran towards the opposite direction of the hotel, "Let's go for a walk tonight."
"Well -" Duan Ran thought for a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Shall we go shopping for clothes?"
"ha?"
Qin Jian was stunned and said, "Would you like to change streets?"
Duan Ran chuckled, "I'll buy you clothes!"
"ah?"
"Ah what!" Duan Ran excitedly pulled Qin Jian and walked quickly towards the nearby commercial street.
Qin Jian couldn't understand why Duan Ran was so positive when it came to buying clothes for himself!
Ever since.
In the next two hours, Teacher Qin turned into a mannequin for Little Fatty Duan.
Long or short, cotton or cloth, outside or inside, winter or spring, whatever Duan Ran likes, they are all sold, and the prices on the tags are extremely high.
Every time he saw Duan Ran's heroic spirit when swiping his card, Qin Jian felt like he was being taken care of.
"Don't buy it. I think I already have all the clothes for winter next year."
"Oh, you are a big star now~"
"...Honey, can we say goodbye?"
"Finally, I'll buy a woolen coat. I want to see you wear it."
"Already agreed, the last thing!"
"Well, well, then, walk faster."
Qin Jian really couldn't bear the thought of Duan Ran carrying all the big and small bags while his own hands were empty.
Moreover, passers-by who passed by the two of them from time to time would cast their disdainful eyes at him when they saw this scene.
A complete injustice.
Qin Jian wanted to share the burden with Duan Ran several times, but was sternly rejected by the other party.
Duan Ran's reason was - "From now on, our whole family will point to your hand to eat!"
After much searching, Duan Ran finally bought her favorite woolen coat.
At this time, it was being worn on Qin Jian's body.
"Let's go back."
"We, Teacher Qin, have a great harvest today."
"Thank you very much."
"Haha, don't be so reluctant."
"No way."
At this time, Ran's hands could no longer hold anything. Qin Jian held a nearly finished cone in his hand and fed it to Duan Ran's mouth from time to time.
Just when the two decided to go home, a burst of piano sound came from the front, and then floated throughout the shopping mall hall.
"Schubert's Serenade."
Qin Jian pricked his ears, listening to the bass echoing in the air, and his expression changed, "Let's go and have a look."
The two of them walked in the direction where they were looking for the sound of the piano. After turning a corner, they saw a circle of people.
When I got closer, people were surrounding a piano in the lobby, similar to the public pianos in the airport subway, for tourists and shoppers to play for entertainment.
The person who was playing at this time was a little boy. Although the little boy played immaturely, his expression was very serious.
When the song ended, applause broke out.
The little boy jumped down from the piano and bowed shyly to the crowd of spectators.
moment.
"Help me record."
Duan Ran was stunned and saw Qin Jian walking out of the crowd and walking towards the piano.
Immediately, someone in the crowd started to say "Wow" at this Asian young man's move.
Duan Ran quickly put down his hands, took out his cell phone and pointed it at the piano.
Qin Jian was not disturbed by his surroundings. He sat in front of the piano and thought for a moment, then raised his hands.
At this time, someone in the crowd noticed that this Asian young man seemed a bit familiar.
The next second.
A tidal wave of C major rises from the piano.
The hands on the keyboard dance to a strange beauty.
In just a few seconds, the surrounding crowd became completely silent.
"Oh my God"
The boy who played the serenade covered his mouth with an unbelievable slowness in his eyes, as if he saw God.