Chapter 4 Mobilization before the war

Author: Mr. Qinzuo, who works hard

Chapter 4 Mobilization before the war

The concert hall was full of people, with countless people standing in the lobby on the first floor chatting casually, looking at the people around them intentionally or unintentionally, with a trace of exploration and hostility.

All the players who can enter this round are the best among them.

The strongest young people in the past ten years have all gathered here, just to compete for the last seat.

Fu Diao weighed the number plate in his hand, ignored the gazes of the people around him, walked up to the staff, and handed over his ID card.

"Hello, where are you from?"

"Virginia." Fu Tiao answered without thinking.

"Virginia?" The staff member was stunned and flipped through the documents in his hands for a long time: "Huh?"

Fu Tiao thought for a moment, took another look at the ID in his hand, and then spoke.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about other things and was a little distracted. This is my identification. My name is Tiao Fu, from China."

"Ah? Okay, okay, please wait a moment, I'll check over here..."

This was just a small incident. The staff member picked up Fu Diao's ID and compared it with the document in front of him. After confirming that both were correct, he returned the ID.

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Fu Tiao to follow another staff member standing aside, and let him follow the guidance to his piano room.

On the qualifying day, all players who have not yet participated in the competition will have two hours of practice time for them to recover before the competition.

The staff member stood at the door, checked the form in his hand, and confirmed with Fu Diao.

"Dior, let me check with you. You are the second contestant to appear this morning. Your appearance time is at 10:30. The qualifying performance is 30 minutes. The work you submitted is Chopin's Third Piano Narrative.

Song, Chopin Nocturne Op. 27-1, Chopin Etudes Op. 10-4, 25-10, Chopin Mazurka 30-3, 30-4..."

The staff quickly checked with Fu the works he was going to perform next, and also confirmed the version he was going to play.

Versions are very important. Although the sounds are similar, there are slight differences between many versions. If the judges and contestants do not use the same version of the score, it is easy to cause misjudgment, resulting in a significant drop in scores.

After confirming everything, the staff quickly left.

Everyone is extremely serious and meticulous, and completes their work with the highest quality and quantity as much as possible.

Although it feels a bit too serious, this sense of isolation is the way to get players into the state faster.

"Is this the Chopin International Piano Competition...it's really a bit stressful."

After Fu Tiao and other staff members completely disappeared from his sight, he sighed, quickly sat on the piano bench, closed his eyes, touched the keyboard in his hand, and gently dropped it.

when……

The sound of the piano sounded so clear and transparent that it made his heart break.

The tone was better than any piano he had ever played, and the piano's performance capabilities were far superior to those in the past.

Fu Diao's eyes lit up slightly, and his fingers ran quickly on the piano keyboard.

The speed started with a slight pause and gradually became faster and faster.

Every sound is so clear and translucent, without any trace of impurities.

The piano is almost perfect.

And his performance was better amplified on this almost perfect piano. Some problems with the small piano he had in the house before were also amplified at this moment.

There is still time, and it is much better to find problems before the game than during the game.

He looked at the increasingly flexible hands running in front of him, his eyes narrowed slightly and the corners of his mouth raised.

He felt that he was gradually taking control of his body, and the trace of stagnation that had been frozen in his body was instantly shattered by the running of the music.

Between the music, only his presence remains.

While Fu Diao was running around, he finally raised his head with satisfaction and took out the sheet music he had shown the staff before. At the same time, he also took out his mobile phone.

He has an ability that he considers to be the strongest among all the pianists he has ever seen.

That is, imitation...

Compared with the later section, where he specially asked the bartender to add cigarettes lit with white phosphorus, the first section is truly technical.

Jazz does not have a completely unified expression. Everything in jazz is performed by improvisation.

After listening to it once, he was able to perfectly interpret all the improvisations that Lao Hei performed on the spot. This is what is truly amazing.

Now, as he did then, he needs to use up all his energy to listen to and recall these Chopin works and how to perform them.

Fu Diao turned on his mobile phone and found the Chopin recordings he often listened to according to his memory. He quickly memorized the contents of the Chopin recordings and integrated everything into his fingers.

Coupled with the practice a few days ago, although his level is not stronger than the master, it is definitely enough!

And the dancing of his fingers in the air gradually became more and more skillful from the youthful beginning, and the beauty in the music became more and more prosperous.

Time passed by minute by minute, and finally, the time came to ten o'clock.

The music inside the house gradually died down, and outside, the heavy sound of bells broke the heavy mist.

Chopin International Piano Competition, preliminaries begin now!

Listening to the vague sounds coming from outside the house, if it is correct, the first contestant has already taken the stage.

Ten fifteen.

Dong Dong...

"Player Fu Diao, your competition is about to begin. Please..."

The staff member held the writing board and knocked lightly on the door, then slowly pushed it open, and then couldn't help but be stunned.

Fu Tiao has already prepared everything.

He was wearing a crisp suit, adjusting his cuffs with his fingers, and stood in front of the window looking at the square outside the window.

He heard the staff's voice, slowly turned his head, looked at him, nodded slightly, and said softly.

"I understand, let's go."

…

At this moment, in the concert hall on the rooftop.

The venue for the qualifiers is not the Chopin Main Concert Hall in the National Philharmonic Concert Hall in Warsaw, but the small concert hall above the main concert hall.

This is a small concert hall. There is no height difference between the seats at all. There are just hundreds of chairs in the room. In front of all the chairs, there is a high platform about half a meter, with a stage on it.

piano.

The lights were dim. There were only dim lights on the stage behind the curtain and on both sides of the concert hall, and there were no other light sources.

Everyone sat on chairs and listened quietly to the performance of today's first contestant.

Eric Sandra, a local player from Poland, played "Chopin Nocturne 27-1, Etudes 10-5, 10-7, 25-11, Mazurka 59-1, Ballade No. 4."

Several judges sat on their chairs with extremely serious expressions, carefully flipping through the music scores brought by the contestant and studying the details.

Some of them heard about eight things that were wrong with Alexandra, so they put down the music scores in their hands and sentenced her to death in their hearts.

Only one or two listened carefully to the end.

However, their more unified procedure was to give this person a failing grade.

In the Chopin International Piano Competition, the competition gives you only three mistakes.

And for the rest, you need to pay for it with your grades.
Chapter completed!