Chapter 19: A Place That Does Not Exist (4K 2-in-1)
As rehearsals continued, musicians who had never followed Fan Ning in his debut gradually became aware of his unique style.
Unlike previous conductors, he did not attribute problematic passages to "something that didn't feel right" or put forward some overly mysterious requirements.
Things like "make this a little sadder", "here needs a little warm breath", "make this chord a little cleaner" and then try it over and over again.
"Inspiration is not everything. Many times we need rational analysis." Fan Ning said.
The problems he pointed out always come with specific solutions, or can guide the musicians to share their own ideas. As long as the corresponding problems are overcome, the sound will become as expected.
An unprecedented efficient experience.
After all the problem points were initially sorted out, the orchestra performed a complete performance. Everyone felt indescribably comfortable physically and mentally. They just felt that this feeling of being surrounded by controllable sound effects was great.
"What's going on? Julius's inspiration?..." But this complete performance made Fan Ning perceive unusual information.
Under the conductor, he could clearly feel the spiritual resonance of each musician, and at this moment he discovered that the person with the highest inspiration, except Joan, was the violinist.
Roy should be about to reach the tenfold limit, but Fan Ning feels that her strength is weaker than Julius, ranking only in third place.
When did Julius become a wise person!?
"It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon, so I won't delay everyone's meal."
With doubts in his heart, Fan Ning nonchalantly marked the score and explained the follow-up tasks:
"Next time we have class to check the performance of "Summer Nights in Lebich" and rehearse Giles' "Symphony No. 3", which is also a work you have performed before. I hope that all the vocal principals can combine the score and think carefully about it after returning home.
How to interpret it, I will continue to let you stand up and speak at any time based on the problems I encounter."
Then he announced that the rehearsal class was over for today.
Most of the chiefs stopped the team members who were about to leave, gathered in circles, and began to discuss the subsequent training plan.
The management of the students is sometimes very simple. Fan Ning sincerely fought for their benefits and seriously agreed on the assessment mechanism. Coupled with the level he showed in the rehearsal, the symphony orchestra became a success after the first meeting.
There is a trend on the right track.
Among the crowd, Roy deliberately walked up to him to say goodbye, his eyes filled with smiles, and he almost had "Am I great" written on his face.
"See you tomorrow." Fan Ning made a complimentary gesture towards her.
The girl smiled even sweeter, waved her hand vigorously at herself, and the goose-yellow figure disappeared at the door.
"Kapulun, I will write you the answers to several sets of questions now. Before the end of today, you will mark the results of the sight-singing and ear-training papers." He then explained to the conductor's assistant.
"Professor Fan Ning, can you change what I did first?"
This financial practitioner and enthusiast continued to smile enthusiastically, with large beads of sweat on his forehead.
"Oh? Show it to me."
Fan Ning had long noticed that during the few hours of rehearsal, he took notes very diligently, and this guy even brought a conductor's baton. When the orchestra was playing, he would silently hide behind the piano and gesture whenever he had free time.
"Why are there three?" Fan Ning asked in confusion after taking it.
Kaplan explained: "When you gave Miss Roy the test, I was also trying to answer the questions. Later, when you played the other two sets of questions for the principal voice and ordinary musicians, I was also answering the questions."
"Okay, let me take a look."
Kaplan stood waiting with expectant eyes.
"You actually heard a lot of it?" Fan Ning looked and checked, only to feel that the accuracy rate gradually exceeded his expectations.
Take Roy's set of questions as an example. The Kaplan interval dictation was correct in 5 of 6 groups, the chord dictation was dictation in 10 groups and 5 were correct, which is worth 5 points. The single melody dictation was mainly due to rhythm problems, which was worth 3 points.
In the four-part harmony dictation, although the alto and tenor parts were a mess, he found the bass and melody quite correctly, which is worth 5 points.
For the most difficult two-part dictation, this guy is obviously not up to par, but his notes on the downbeat are well written, and he treats this question completely as an interval question, which is worth 5 points.
"Miss Roy, this set of difficult questions was temporarily asked, your score is 10 points." Fan Ning raised his head and said.
He is a talented person who takes exams, and he also knows how to follow the steps to score points.
Next, he scored 5 points for the same-difficulty chief question that was given in advance, and his score for the simple set of ordinary musician questions was 16 points.
"I didn't expect that your musical foundation has been quite good in the past few years." Fan Ning's praise was filled with surprise.
"After learning basic music theory and harmony knowledge, I practiced sight-singing and ear training every night for the past few months until 2 o'clock in the morning." A shy smile appeared on Kaplan's face with a high hairline, "
…I invited several teachers with good reputations in the Imperial City to practice until 10 o'clock, and then I played various chords by myself repeatedly to feel the interval relationship among them."
After hearing this, Fan Ning glanced at the notebook that he remembered so densely, and suddenly felt that his previous perception had changed.
At first, he secretly complained that this guy was "a big fan of food", not because he was an amateur. He was also an audiophile in his previous life, and he always had a friendly communication attitude towards music lovers. The reason for his dissatisfaction was that this guy was
Hired as command assistant!
Assistant conductor, assistant conductor... This position also requires you to conduct! Its core job responsibility is to be familiar with and implement the music concept of the permanent conductor, and rehearse a large number of repertoire in advance to a "semi-finished product" state, so that it can be completed as soon as the permanent conductor comes up.
Optimization and perfection ensure that the orchestra can complete a large number of performance tasks efficiently.
This position is very important, and the professional requirements are also very high! As a result, such a "rich person with connections" who risked his life came, so Fan Ning even thought of replacing him at first.
But now Fan Ning feels that his enthusiasm and diligence for music are very respectable and very similar to himself in his previous life.
Many non-professional enthusiasts are attracted by a few specific works or specific instruments, and then immersed themselves in them, but there are very few people like Kaplan who start to study systematically - not really
It is said that they have to give up their careers like this, but after many people have a little understanding of this field, they spend their excess energy on exporting opinions or expressing a sense of superiority.
"Professor Fan Ning, if you think my score can still be saved... why don't you teach me some sight-singing and ear-training experience?"
Seeing Fan Ning still staring at the test papers he had answered, Kaplan spoke carefully.
"Listen to music, listen to music with a score, listen to music with an analyzed score... For each interval or chord color, use your favorite pieces of works to correspond and memorize them, first one-to-one, then one-to-many, over time
, those listening sensations will leave an impression on your instincts.”
Fan Ning casually gave practical advice from an angle.
Kaplan adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and began to remember Fan Ning's words in his notebook again.
"How is your piano? Let me listen to you play one?" Fan Ning asked abruptly.
"I don't dare. I don't dare yet."
"Then I'll play a shortened orchestral piano score. Can you direct me to read it?"
"Why don't you let me study it again..." Kaplan shook his head like a rattle.
"...How did you get a teacher to teach you before?" Fan Ning looked at him in confusion.
"It took me a lot of courage to show myself in front of them so that I could teach..."
Kaplan slowly said: "When I was working in finance, I envied those people who had incomparable mathematical talents, or those who were extremely keen in sociological analysis, or those who had particularly strong emotional intelligence in their interactions with their employers... I always
I am overly aware of the shortcomings of my abilities, and then when facing experts, I retreat back knowing the current situation... Fortunately, I know that I have good talents in the field of written consultation and actuarial science, and I made a project with confidence.
I started my career and made some money..."
"A kind of contradiction of inferiority or self-confidence based on rational cognition?" Fan Ning tried to summarize.
"You are right." Kaplan nodded, "When I first started to join music, I learned a few piano pieces, and then I couldn't wait to show them to my family and friends. They were amazed and praised, and I gained satisfaction and joy.
…”
"...But as my understanding of this field gradually deepened, I began to realize that my touch of keys was so ridiculous, my rhythm was so loose, my expression was so lacking, my understanding of pedals was so superficial, and the phrases I came up with were
So lifeless... Although this stimulated my desire to study further, I gradually lost the courage to put my hands on the keyboard in front of the audience..."
"...Compared to finance, I may have an inferiority complex about art. Please give me some more time to study. I will dare to rehearse my classmates in non-performance situations as soon as possible. I know that this is my job responsibility."
...Strange guy. Fan Ning murmured in his heart, and recalled the scene where he was holding the conductor's baton he brought with him while hiding behind the piano to make secret gestures during the rehearsal.
"Professor Fan Ning, um...can I look through the score you have on the podium?" Kaplan put on an attentive smile again.
"You go."
So this guy hurriedly stepped forward and took the thick book back to the desk.
While he was flipping through Fan Ning's scribblings, he was writing in his notebook very seriously.
Seeing his expression, Fan Ning couldn't help but ask: "I'm actually quite curious, what have you experienced in the past few years?"
The conductor assistant raised his head: "On the one hand...when I was on a business trip in Uvranser a few years ago, I heard Anton Konard's "Symphony No. 8 in C minor"..."
"Well, on the night of a certain financial meeting, I made an itinerary on a whim... That day I was shocked by its violent power. It was compassionate, deep, warm, and open. It was difficult to find an entity that could correspond to it in the world. I shed a lot of tears.
.”
…What about the other side? Fanning waited for him to continue.
Kaplan took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head. He moved his lips twice, seeming hesitant.
When he spoke again, his words jumped directly to the result: "...those around me, when they open their eyes every morning, the first thing they say is, how much can I earn today? And before falling asleep at night, it's how much can I earn today?
?That was their only motivation... I used to be the same, but after certain things, my motivation became other things besides making money."
"Professor Fan Ning, you may be born like this, but some people, like me, spend half of their lives finding their ultimate goal... But at least they have found it. I am similar to you in this regard, right?
"
Fan Ning nodded: "Please put my things away later, and then mark the test papers."
"Okay, okay."
Fan Ning walked towards the musicians' booth and chatted for more than ten minutes after the rehearsal. Half of the students here were still there, discussing in groups of twos and threes.
In the woodwind section at the back, there were several boys chatting with the new flute girl. I don’t know whether they were asking for music questions or just chatting up. She has a petite and cute appearance.
Her soft and lively voice is indeed very popular.
With a polite smile, Joan was responding to them one by one, and finally stood up after seeing Fan Ning walking over.
"Miss Nehemiah, please go ahead and see you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." "Professor Fan Ning, see you tomorrow."
Seeing that Fan Ning seemed to have something to do with her, the musicians said goodbye wisely and left the venue.
"What happened to you today?" Fan Ning sounded worried and confused.
"I'll tell you on the carriage." Qiong bit her lip gently, lowering her head to collect her flute and sheet music.
The two walked out of the conservatory.
"Going home? Miss Nehemiah?" the private coachman asked after the two of them boarded the car.
"Uncle Gordon, let's go to Woodpecker Consulting first." Joan said.
"What's going on?" Fan Ning asked her again after sitting across from her.
"Caron, thank you for your efforts over the past six months to help me collect the radiant spirit liquid." The girl said this first.
"...You're welcome...Why are you bringing this up?" Fan Ning was confused.
"My memory recovery about 'Purple Bean Cake' is going very smoothly. Although the details are still missing, there may be key gains soon."
"A good thing? Why this expression?" Fan Ning saw that her lips were not even a trace of blood, and couldn't help but be more confused, "What bad information did you recall?"
The girl shook her head: "Caron, do you still remember our chat after encountering the aberration incident that day when we came out of Prudence Auction House?"
"Remember, about your past promotion to a knowledgeable person, right?"
Fan Ning recalled: "...you said that in the past few years, you would go to a small town named on the outskirts of the city for vacation every time. It was your family's ancestral home and manor. You liked to practice the flute in the attic, which always made you happy.
Inspiration bursts out, and later you accidentally glimpse the secret entrance in the dream..."
"...Yes." The girl curled her lips, "I was chatting with my dad last night and we accidentally came up with this topic. He said that I was making fun of him..."
"What do you mean?" Fan Ning touched his hair.
Joan's face became even more ugly: "He said that it has been nearly seventy years since our family moved to our current address in Ufranser, and the place where we live now is considered our ancestral home."
"As for the Watznai Town Manor I'm talking about, there is no such place at all!"