On January 21st, there are 17 days left until the Spring Festival Gala of the Year of the Monkey.
13:00 noon.
In the hotel opposite Huayuan, Qin Jian had just finished taking a shower and was doing some commanding poses in front of the foggy mirror.
“You really can’t be picky about your figure.”
After leaving the bathroom in a critical tone, he dried his hair, put on underwear, and then packed up.
‘A new round of cold snap has arrived early this morning——’
On the TV, the Yanjing midday news was broadcasting news that North China was hit by cold air again.
Qin Jian secretly sighed at his wise decision. As the apartment building was closed, the heating of the entire campus was also interrupted, and the teaching building was not spared.
Naturally, 309 couldn't stay any longer. The low temperature had little effect on piano practice, but for him who didn't like to cover his head when sleeping, it was tantamount to a disaster.
After packing his belongings, Qin Jian wrapped himself into a big loaf of bread.
Leave the hotel and drive to Hall 1.
The so-called Hall 1 is the Spring Festival Gala studio hall.
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When Qin Jian arrived in Hall 1, the scene was in chaos.
The laser-lit stage background was dazzling, and the musicians from Guojiao and the dancers and chorus actors from the Yan Song and Dance Troupe were waiting in front of the stage.
Ma Peng wore a small hat and walked around the stage, but he couldn't hear clearly what he was shouting.
The place was noisy and there were people everywhere.
"Borrowed, borrowed."
Passing through the crowd, Qin Jian saw Lin Baoguo standing there alone not far away, and approached him, "Mr. Lin, am I late?"
Lin Baoguo laughed when he saw Qin Jian coming, "Why are you so late? Old Man Li hasn't come yet!"
Then he said in a loud voice, "I asked you, can you please wear a mask wherever you go? There is nothing shameful about it. I think it's very pleasing to me."
His voice attracted a lot of attention, and the scene became quite quiet.
Facing various looks, Qin Jian spread his hands helplessly.
I thought to myself, "You've already put on your sheepskin coat."
At this time, Ma Peng walked down from the stage and came to Lin Baoguo's side. Seeing Qin Jian's full armor, he smiled and said, "You wear a lot."
Qin Jian took off his mask. At this time, the young dancers at the front of the stage saw clearly that the person who was 'scolded' by their group leader was Qin Jian, and they couldn't help but cast more curious glances.
"The temperature has dropped again." Qin Jian felt that the hall was not too warm.
Ma Peng nodded, then looked at his watch, "Let's wait a little longer." He waved towards the control room.
Two seconds later, the stage lights changed instantly.
"Wow."
Qin Jian couldn't help but marvel at the gorgeous scene in front of him, "Cool, Director Ma, is this the beauty of our show?"
Ma Peng smiled and said, "Yang Xi made five sets of stages in four days, and finally chose this one."
Qin Jian compared his thumb. Although he didn't understand the design of modern stage effects, he understood behind the five sets in four days, "Teacher Yang, thank you for your hard work."
Lin Baoguo turned around and no longer looked at the colorful stage.
Several people were chatting, and the scene became chaotic again without much effort.
Five minutes later, Fang Zongyao joined the chat group.
Lin Baoguo and Ma Peng discussed the issue of stage area. After a few words of dialogue, Qin Jian could tell that the two had probably argued about it before.
Ten minutes later, Li Fenghua joined the chat group.
Lin Baoguo's voice became louder and louder. Fang Zongyao stood beside Lin Baoguo and felt his left ear shaking.
Fifteen minutes later, several singers arrived.
Ma Peng said helplessly: "Old Lin, don't worry, let's arrange it first, see the effect first, and then have a group discussion."
As he spoke, he turned around and picked up the loudspeaker in his hand.
"Attention all ministries, start work!"
Ma Peng's thick voice spread to every corner of the scene.
Everyone sets off.
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The rehearsal of a large-scale song and dance performance must first determine the stage position of each team. According to Yang Xi’s design plan—
“The stage formation is an inverted trapezoid, with the orchestra and choir area at the bottom. The orchestra and choir surround the entire stage in a semicircle around the rear of the stage.
"The middle is a performance space for dancers."
"The front is the activity area where the singers and the piano conductor coexist. The four singers are in the middle, the piano is on the left, and the podium is on the left."
A minute later, members of each department were in place.
After some stage position adjustments, "Everyone remembers their current position."
Ma Peng stuck his head out from behind the camera and shouted loudly, then turned around and said, "Assist with positioning."
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Positioning, as the name suggests, is to record the position of each participant on the stage.
After positioning, the order of appearance of each department must be handed over. The person in charge of each department will clearly explain this to the actors before the rehearsal.
Ma Peng gave the instructions again on the spot.
Finally, it was time to officially rehearse.
After Qin Jian stood in the audience and looked at it, he probably understood why Lin Baoguo was not happy before.
As for the current scene, it looked fine from the middle row of the audience, but he knew that the dancers' space for movement was indeed limited.
Not to mention Lin Baoguo, even he couldn't help but worry about the live sound effects when he saw the seating positions of the various parts of the orchestra.
"Unless it's recorded."
Qin Jian murmured as the light on the stage gradually dimmed.
Slowly, the piano on the left side in front of the stage slowly descended to the ground.
After some stage position adjustments, "Everyone remembers their current position."
One minute later.
"start!"
three seconds later
The stage lights came on and the whole hall was illuminated.
A soft flute solo rises from the back of the stage.
Qin Jian stood quietly at the back of the hall with his hands behind his back, just for a moment.
Feel the splendid stage integrated with modern technology, listen to the simple melody in your ears, and compare it to the 1984 performance of "My Motherland".
With a thought, he seemed to realize what the problem was.
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Three hours later.
Hall 1 backstage conference room.
The third round of five-party seminars is in progress.
"Change venue?"
Yang Xi couldn't accept Lin Baoguo's idea, "Mr. Lin, are you kidding me?"
Lin Baoguo sneered: "I never joke."
Yang Xi curled his lips when he saw this. Everyone knew Lin Baoguo's temper, and he had been supported by him many times in his early years.
The conference room fell into brief silence again.
After more than two hours of first rehearsal, the six people were divided into three camps.
Yang Xi and Liu Yun were very satisfied with today's first row.
Li Fenghua and Lin Baoguo were not very satisfied.
Ma Peng and Qin Jian are temporarily neutral.
From an audience's perspective, as a music director, Qin Jian affirms the overall effect of today's stage.
But from the perspective of a musician and a conductor, he can understand the two old men very well.
The dance space is limited, Lin Baoguo is unwilling, he is responsible
The live sound effects of the band's previous performances were not good, and this problem was solved after changing the recording. However, Li Fenghua also more or less expressed his hope to use live music.
After the discussion just now, all the questions point to one question——
“The space is not big enough.”
Ma Peng sighed.
He had anticipated this problem a long time ago and had already thought of a solution.
But he didn't expect Lin Baoguo's reaction to be so big this time.