816. The warm piano Mr. said: I want to change the venue
On the evening of the 5th, the lottery ceremonies for the seven major professional categories distributed in various competition venues in Yanjing started.
Before the lottery ceremony begins, Qin Jian, as the domestic special judge of this piano competition, will give a wonderful opening performance to the piano contestants with the Yanjing Symphony Orchestra in charge of the concerto piano competition.
At about seven o'clock, the Zhongshan Concert Hall was bustling with people, and 20 judges and 34 contestants were sitting in the front row.
There is a gleaming black grand piano on the stage.
Backstage, Xia Dong was leisurely playing with the hair on her head in front of the mirror.
Qin Jian was holding the score of Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini.
Chief percussionist Erquan walked around among the cluttered crowd playing with timpani hammers, and from time to time he made fun of the thinning heads of summer and winter.
"If you bother me again, I won't use percussion today."
"No, Brother Dong, my brother is concerned about your health."
"Go away, you."
"Hahaha--"
Everyone backstage burst into laughter.
After arranging her hair, Xia Dong turned around and ordered everyone to talk to each other.
For a moment, the sound of various instruments playing in the background sounded, and it was very lively.
There were still fifteen minutes left before he took the stage. Qin Jian finished the score and raised his head.
He sighed and smiled inexplicably.
He was amused by his sudden idea.
The last time he played the Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini, he used the Sun of Wrath and spent 5,000 worship points.
And he seems to still be able to use it today. Fifteen thousand points of worship points are for him now.
Sprinkle some water.
His eyes flashed across the numbers on his left hand, and he saw that the distance to half a million was getting closer and closer, and it would be achieved tonight as expected.
"I wonder if there will be any reward for breaking through 500,000?"
Qin Jian murmured in his heart that he would upgrade after unlocking all the Beethoven sonatas.
At this time, Xia Dong handed over a bottle of water, "After a while, can we find a place to take a sip?"
"Some other time, Brother Dong, I've been too tired lately." Qin Jian took the bottle cap and took a sip, "It's almost time to go on stage, right?"
A burst of noise from the scene spread through the backstage door to the rest area. Xia Dong looked at it and said, "It's almost done."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands and everyone fell silent.
"Ready to play."
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At 7:30, Xia Dong took the stage with the Yanjing Symphony Orchestra.
"Wow——"
Then Qin Jian was greeted with applause.
Wearing a black tuxedo, Qin Jian walked out from the backstage and the audience burst into even warmer applause.
The name of the bold young player Gao Qin is like calling for an idol.
The contestants looked up at the tall, thin figure standing in the center of the stage and smiled, their eyes filled with incomparable admiration.
Every player present knew that two years ago today, Qin Jian, like them, was also a player sitting in the audience.
Two years later, this senior had already won the Chopin Competition from Warsaw, an award that symbolizes the highest honor in the piano world.
Qin Jian stood across the shallow stage in front of a group of players who were about to participate in the competition. His appearance was the biggest encouragement to everyone.
"Senior Brother Qin Jian!!"
A boy from the back row of the contestants raised his hand and waved to the stage regardless of his appearance.
His strong local accent made him instantly memorable at the scene.
Smiling and looking around the audience, Qin Jian paused as his eyes passed by Argerich and Igraz, and finally locked on the boy. He nodded towards the player.
Stand upright and bow.
Turning around, he lifted up the back of his tuxedo with both hands and took a seat.
The set of movements is smooth and flowing, showing the style of all the performers.
The scene fell silent.
After spitting lightly, Qin Jian looked at Xia Dong.
The two looked at each other, Xia Dong raised the baton, and all the musicians moved into preparation.
The energy of the stage was locked at this moment, and the entire hall entered an inexplicably exciting state.
Qin Jian also held his breath, he only waited for the moment when Xia Dong dropped his hand.
The next second, Xia Dong waved his right arm.
For a moment, "Buzz--" the string section came down in unison.
Paganini's theme melody moved out like a mountain, carrying sharp and sharp sound waves straight through the stage barrier and rushing toward the audience.
Just when everyone's attention was focused on this powerful string ensemble, a violent "dang" sound exploded from in front of the piano.
The piano entered the orchestra so seamlessly that few people could see clearly when the hands on the keyboard appeared.
Once the introduction started, Paganini, who belonged to Qin Jian, was played again on the stage of the Huayun Competition.
Same Paganini, same orchestra.
Everything seems to be the same as it was two years ago.
At this moment, among the 20 judges in the audience, more than half are judges from the previous session.
This was the second time they listened to Qin Jian Paganini's performance live. In comparison, after two years of training and growth, Qin Jian now showed them on the stage that he was more than just a performer with his own performance style. As a pianist, the music under his guidance is more refined.
No one expected that the young champion they hand-selected would soar to the top after the last Huayun Competition and directly enter the ranks of world-class pianists in two years.
In addition to being emotional, the Huayun Competition has been held for the seventh time. They hope that more Qin Jian will go abroad from the Huayun Competition and enter the world stage.
Above the hall, one variation after another appeared under the mysterious tug of Rachmaninoff, and then disappeared, leaving a graceful aftertaste that is endlessly memorable.
With perfect technique, infectious timbre, and tense grasp of motives, Qin Jian performed his own Caprice on a Theme of Paganini after abandoning his focused guidance and angry days.
The eighteenth variation begins, and the piano's tone becomes more singing.
For a moment, Qin Jian's breathing seemed to merge into the entire orchestra, and Xia Dong knew that it was starting "again" in front of the piano.
Xia Dong slowed down his body movements, smiled and motioned to the orchestra with his eyes - 'Follow him.'
With the support of the orchestra, Qin Jian became even more immersed in the shaping of music.
Whenever the soft string section tries to wrap up the sound of the piano, the piano will break free in a tiny breath, forming a musical push.
There is no heart-wrenching parting, just a touch of regret.
The story belonging to the eighteenth variation finally disperses gently in a quiet melancholy.
Argerich thought this was wonderful.
Shen Qingci may have preferred Qin Jian's performance in this variation.
It's not that he thinks Qin Jian's treatment is inappropriate, he simply doesn't like the coquettish affection for his daughter.
However, this also illustrates a problem. Qin Jian's shaping of music image has quietly reached another level.
Good music also has an end moment, otherwise how can it be called good music.
The young players were still reminiscing about Qin Jian's eighteenth variation. While they were reminiscing, the last variation came to an abrupt end inadvertently.
"Wow————"
Qin Jian took a deep breath and stood up in response to the applause.