827. The Global School on Qin Jianxiao's Presumptuous Life
In three days, two adaptations of the same piece were produced.
Is it difficult?
Disaster.
It's not difficult either.
The difficulty lies in how to shine. This is a program of special significance that needs to be staged on the biggest stage in China.
Qin Jian doesn't ask for much applause, he just wants no one to scold him online on New Year's Day after the show is broadcast.
Fortunately, we have figured out everyone's thoughts at the seminar.
In three days, it is not impossible to complete two adaptations with completely different styles.
On the way back to school, Qin Jian had already started thinking.
Returning to 309, he was not in a hurry to start work, but studied the score in detail.
The score I have was adapted by Mr. Fu Hua in 1984.
There is no piano part.
For 30 years, this version has been basically used in various official concerts and overseas performances, and the changes are only in small and subtle corners.
——
Two hours later, he finished reading the entire score.
Only then did he realize what kind of job he had accepted.
Mr. Fu Hua's version is really wonderful. Just by looking at the lines of the voices, he can feel the majestic symphonic momentum in his quiet ears.
After sitting at the table for a while, Qin Jian folded the music score and sat in front of the piano.
He played the solo excerpt of "My Motherland" that he had performed at the Yangcheng Spring Festival Gala.
The beautiful and long melody slowly unfolds from the piano along with a big river.
Qin Jian listened and imagined the orchestral orchestration.
Various musical instruments suddenly sounded and blended in his mind along with the high and low sounds under his finger.
The cycle repeats over and over again, and time passes little by little.
——
Two hours later, the time came to 22:46.
"It's not easy to change."
Sighing, Qin Jian put down his hands. He always returned to Mr. Fu's version inadvertently.
This made him a little anxious.
Putting on his coat, he left 309.
The cold playground was empty, and Qin Jian spun around in circles alone.
Not to mention that the fresh air made him feel physically and mentally comfortable for a moment.
"Would it be better if the voices were simplified?"
Mr. Fu's version is too heavy between the parts and is obviously not suitable for concerto singing.
This time Qin Jian is willing to be a green leaf,
“But in what part can the piano cadenza be added so that it can perfectly integrate with the orchestra’s vocals without appearing obtrusive?”
"Also, should the choir's voice ratio be based on the orchestra's voice ratio, or should it be divided and arranged as a separate part?"
Lots of questions.
Returning to 309 again, he came to the table and took out a new set of staff books.
——
Another two hours passed, and the time came to 01:15 in the morning.
In two hours, he tore apart a brand-new 100-page music book page by page, leaving only half of it.
Facing a new blank page, Qin Jian realized that he had no idea what to do.
After laughing twice, he picked up his phone and looked at it.
Two hours ago, my mother was still discussing the New Year's Eve dinner with my sister in the group.
Sighing, he put the phone down again.
Before he had time to tell his family about not being able to go home for his thirties, Qin Jian scratched his hair.
At this moment, the mobile phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Duan Ran’s video call.
Qin Jian straightened his expression and clicked to connect.
A smiling little face appeared on the screen.
"I got to the apartment and bought a burger."
Qin Jian smiled: "Let me take a look."
Duan Ran put his phone on the dining table and started eating in front of the camera.
"How's it going? Will this go well?"
Qin Jian shook his head: "The more I think about it, the more confused I become. It might as well be at night."
Duan Ran swallowed his mouth and said, "Can you tell me something?"
Qin Jian sighed.
Then he told the other party what happened throughout the night.
"That's quite a headache."
Duan Ran finished eating the last bit, picked up the water glass on the side and took a sip, and then analyzed, "I think you should take a nap now, and then continue after you get up."
"Sleep?" Qin Jian shook his head, "I only have three days."
"I know." Duan Ran paused, "But you don't have any ideas right now. Isn't it a waste of time just sitting around? Why don't you go to bed early and get up early and continue? Maybe inspiration will come after you sleep."
"You do not understand."
Qin Jian said impatiently, "It's not what you think at all!"
Duan Ran snorted, "Okay, I'll stop disturbing you then. You continue. If you're really sleepy, just lie down for a while, or if you want to find me, just send me a message. I'll go write a paper. Goodbye, husband."
"
After the video was hung up, Qin Jian became even more irritated.
He sent a text message to Duan Ran, 'Sorry, I shouldn't be impatient with you, don't be angry.'
Duan Ran then replied with a voice message.
"Why am I so stingy? I know this won't go well for you, so I won't take up your time. You hurry up, try to get an early rest, and try not to stay up late. I'll just write the paper here."
‘Du’ is another one.
"Come on, I love you, okay."
a long time.
Putting down his phone, Qin Jian couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth, then picked up his pen and continued.
——
I don't know how much time passed, but when Qin Jian opened his eyes in a daze, it was already light outside the window.
He rubbed his sore shoulders and started doing it.
Mouth dry, he licked his lips.
After looking at the music score in front of him and singing, he felt that the rest of the night was somewhat rewarding.
When I picked up the phone, it was already past 9 o'clock.
"I didn't say good night to Duan Ran."
Muttering, he clicked on the three messages on the screen.
05:53 Duan Duan: 'Husband, I have some ideas for you to listen to. If it were me, I would try to consider the adaptation issue from the perspective of the song itself. I understand that you want to make this work into a grand masterpiece.
It is a symphony concerto singing work, but based on your description, I think you may have been constrained by the "grand symphony" and ignored that the work itself is just a singing piece with lyrics. I just watched it carefully
Reading the lyrics, I'm really impressed. Of course, since you are a conductor, your thinking angle must be different from mine. I don't understand the orchestra's orchestration. Just a humble opinion. Hehe, I'm going to wash my face.'
06:14 Duan Duan: ‘It’s time to go to bed.’
07:43 Duan Duan: ‘Honey, I’m too sleepy, come on, believe that what you write is unique, good night.’
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"It ignores that this piece itself is just a singing piece with lyrics."
Qin Jian murmured.
"It's incredible, Duan Ran."
As if the lock on his heart was suddenly unlocked, he suddenly became enlightened.
Qin Jian found the lyrics of "My Motherland" and listened to teacher Guo Lanying's old version, savoring it carefully.
Only half an hour passed before inspiration struck him.
The irresistible impulse made him pick up the pen and turn the page to start a new adaptation.
Duan Ran is right, inspiration really comes after a good sleep.
——
At 12:32 noon, Qin Jian stopped writing.
Completed in one go, the four-part harmony under his first concept has already appeared on the music score, although the parts have not been refined yet.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
After looking at the score and thinking for a while, he picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.
moment.
"Hey, Teacher Fu, it's me who's interrupting."
"Are you free this afternoon? I would like to ask you some questions about my motherland in person."
"well."
"No more trouble, no more trouble, you can eat yours, I already had it for lunch."