Chapter 26 Violin Concerto in E minor (4K two in one)
In the eyes of everyone, Xilan, dressed in a white gauze skirt, walked to the side of the podium holding a piano.
"It turns out to be Miss Sheeran!"
"I like to collaborate with her in concertos! Those soloists who I have collaborated with in the past may not have better piano skills than Miss Sheeran, but they all put too much pressure on them. It is in the name of collaboration, but in fact they feel that the school is paying them to come and lead the student orchestra.
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"I heard that she is Professor Anton's daughter, right? Then she is Professor Fan Ning's junior sister?"
"No wonder this piece is dedicated to her"
"It would be great if I went to become a teacher while Professor Anton was still here."
What they had received before was a practice score, and they didn't know the title or the soloist. Fan Ning's brief words instantly made the musicians think. Roy on the other side, holding the bow with his right index finger
He tapped his back gently, his eyes showing a look of thinking.
Although Sheeran is not yet a student at the University of St. Lenia, as the concertmaster of the "Symphony No. 1" in the supplementary concert, her youth and talent have left a deep impression on all her classmates.
Julius looked at Sheeran's profile not far from her, with an imperceptible look of worry on her face and a subtle sense of relief.
Ever since Fan Ning took office, she was extremely worried that her position as concertmaster would be adjusted. Today, she saw Sheeran appearing as a soloist. She was temporarily relieved, but when she thought about her worries in the future, some long-standing jealousy returned.
Couldn't help but show up.
As Fan Ning raised his right hand, the musicians' different thoughts and breathing finally came together.
A gentle smile appeared on Fan Ning's face, and he nodded his head slightly, indicating that the band's attack should have a hazy and elegant temperament like poetry.
The tip of the conductor's baton made a gentle sound in preparation, the string section murmured a half-broken chord in the key of E minor, and the plucked sounds of the cello and double bass were as deep as the ocean waves.
In an atmosphere of coexistence of happiness and sadness, the girl took out her bow and gently rubbed her ring finger on the E string, playing an elegant and melodious melody.
Hearing this melody, a tingling feeling like electric current emerged from the scalps of the musicians and professors, from the back to the tailbone, and then spread to the legs.
The feeling of sweetness and love when hearing it for the first time is like a person who is extremely hot and thirsty and is suddenly given a large mouthful of cool and sweet drink. Although it is refreshing and wonderful to eat it, it is suddenly drowned and out of breath.
The pores are open and the breathing is rapid.
Kaplan, who was standing aside, had his mouth wide open and his whole body was shaking vaguely. The pen in the notebook in his hand was not clamped firmly for a moment and fell to the ground with a "clack".
The four or five old professors sitting at attention next to him all looked at him with murderous eyes, which made him tremble in fright, and he hurriedly bent down to pick it up.
"So noble! Noble sorrow, elegant sentimentality! This theme, this theme." The language thinking in Vice Principal Huxley's brain was somewhat short-circuited, and he was searching for descriptors at high speed uncontrollably. "This theme definitely has a legacy that can be passed down from generation to generation."
Potential! Oh my god, he actually wrote such a melody!!"
"I used to just think that he liked to pile up orchestration and polyphonic textures, but I ignored that he is also a melody genius!"
Several old professors with more conservative aesthetic preferences had originally been very restrained in their evaluation of Fan Ning's "First Symphony". Now they suddenly fell in love with it and found the themes in his symphony equally charming.
The music lasted only more than three minutes. Before the music entered the lyrical subtitle, Fan Ning tapped his baton toward the ground, and the orchestra's performance came to an abrupt end.
Generally speaking, the effect has come out. Although the practice scores were only distributed at noon yesterday, the orchestra part of this concerto is technically relatively simple, and the person who leads the audience is Sheeran.
"Then what?" Professor Commons stood up with a roar.
"Why don't you play anymore?" The old conductor looked at Fan Ning's facial expression at this moment, with a hint of scratching his ears and cheeks.
"Professor, this is the first time the band has played together. I need to make adjustments step by step." Fan Ning turned around.
"The effect is already audible, please let me finish listening first." Professor Commons said eagerly.
"Yes, yes," the people around me echoed.
Before Fan Ning could respond to such a response, Professor Commons suddenly realized what he meant by "favored by mainstream academic musicians" and what he meant by "pure romantic style"
Just judging from the melody, harmony and orchestration of these few minutes, this work has already stood at the top of romanticism, and it pokes fun at the aesthetic preferences accumulated by these old academic musicians for decades.
Hit all over the place!
"Speaking of the violinist's solo level being so high, everything that needs to be done has been done."
"It won't be a problem to at least finish the first movement first, right?"
The professors continued to talk to each other involuntarily.
Fan Ning pointed at the record company employees who were still laying out cables and scaffolding: "Professors, have you forgotten that today's main task is this?"
The expressions of these people made Fan Ning know it well, and he smiled knowingly: "Everyone was just saying that the radio station can only record for one minute, so why continue to play? Today I just need to refine the theme section for now. Let's leave.
The ticket opening date of August 1st is only a week away. To ensure the effect, we have to release the 'trailer' at least three or four days in advance."
Several people gradually recovered from their unfinished emotions, and Huxley said at this time: "Everyone, do you feel that this just happened to be an experiment, an experiment conducted on ourselves?"
"If we are a bunch of guys, we are also struck by an electric current as soon as the theme comes out. We also think it is extremely noble and elegant. When the music stops suddenly, we feel heart-wrenching and uncomfortable, eager to hear what follows.
Development...Does that mean that artists and music fans from other schools will feel the same way after hearing it, and the mainstream music industry will also be fascinated by it...?"
The eyes of several professors gradually brightened.
Huxley took a deep breath: "Why don't we follow Caron's plan and go all out? In the past years, we have been planning the summer art festival in a satisfactory manner. We were not left far behind by the three giants in the imperial capital. This time we might as well make a surprise
Let’s see if we can gain an advantage in box office ratings. If there are further breakthroughs in performance quality and response, we might be able to enter the top three.”
"...With such a work, I at least don't believe that the Eagles Conservatory of Music can surpass us. The worst result is just to continue to take fourth place..."
"You continue to rehearse, and the school will reimburse the expenses for recording and placement..." Huxley stood up and walked quickly to the door. When he was about to step out of the rehearsal hall, he turned back, "Sheeran, how was your entrance exam score? Speaking of which, in August
Starting from the beginning of the month, the collection of letters of recommendation for the University of St. Lenia will also be launched one after another..."
"I am number one in the school..." As soon as the little girl in white dress holding a piano opened her mouth, she felt the eyes of the entire hall were on her.
"Okay..." Huxley took a deep look at Fan Ning, then looked at Sheeran again, "I will still write a letter of recommendation for you. As long as you confirm your intention, the school will prepare a first-class scholarship for you and try to apply for the Empire
Special scholarship for arts.”
Although she became the focus of the audience, Sheeran's sense of restraint disappeared a lot now. She spoke openly with a soft voice: "Thank you, Mr. Principal."
Huxley nodded and said no more. He walked quickly to his office and sat down at the table.
Principal Sternikai gave him full responsibility for the work of the Summer Art Festival. The signatures of the staff on the desk were already ready. As long as he confirmed the plan and signed his name, the telegram would be sent from Fort Santaram in the next moment.
spit out from the desk of the Ministry of Culture and Media's Preparatory Committee.
As soon as Huxley provided a rational analysis of the upper and lower limits of voting decisions, this did not alleviate the sense of unprecedented transgression in decades.
Once he spits out this telegram, the first thing the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra will have to bear is the huge pressure of public opinion!
"Huh... I admit that I have some gambling elements..."
Huxley began to write his name, trying to stabilize his unnatural handwriting.
In the following time, Fan Ning led everyone to polish the first 3 minutes of "Violin Concerto in E minor". He was not sure when it would finally be played on the radio. It took about 90 seconds to complete the theme and about 3 minutes to complete the connection.
, in terms of relative completeness, they are all acceptable.
Although this short section was played repeatedly for four hours, everyone knew that their voices would soon be played on the radio, and insisted on cooperating with Fan Ning's requests with the utmost patience.
Fan Ning chose the recording service of the pickup electrode microphone. As a new technology born in the past ten years, the high and low frequencies of sound it can capture are a milestone breakthrough compared to mechanical recording.
People can distinguish different musical instruments through different timbres. This is because playing a tone with any musical instrument does not actually have just one fundamental tone, but will produce an "overtone sequence" composed of many different tones. They are responsible for the different timbres.
The fundamental reason is that because the frequency band that can be captured by old-fashioned mechanical recording is too narrow, a large number of notes in the "overtone series" are lost, which causes many instruments to sound completely different from what they sound like.
The price of electroacoustic recording is ten times more expensive than mechanical recording. Although judging from Fan Ning's ears, which are accustomed to listening to CDs in his previous life, this kind of record is still "mono" and "inauthentic", but it is better than the kind of piano that is not
Like a piano, brass is not like mechanical recording of brass.
Moreover, its pickup range has also been greatly increased, so musicians no longer have to squeeze in awkwardly next to several large speakers to play.
The sound of the orchestra resounded through the hall, and the poetic signal flowed in the electronic tube, driving the electric engraving knife to vibrate endlessly, constantly carving precise sound grooves on the film.
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St. Taranburg, Ministry of Culture and Media of the Empire, Office of the Summer Art Festival Organizing Committee.
"Minister Noel, this is a summary of the concert ticketing plans that have been submitted to the school."
"You can just draft a draft later and submit it to the editor-in-chief of "Tioline Cultural Weekly", Don Yetus."
A middle-aged gentleman wearing a gray formal vest and gold-rimmed glasses faced a stack of documents handed by a female secretary with both hands. Instead of taking it and reading it, he pushed it back.
This is a routine part of the year. The so-called draft is nothing more than summarizing the annual art education achievements of the empire, then introducing this year's summer art festival schedule, and finally announcing the ticketing time, ticket price plan and
purchase address.
At least more than 80% of the content has been "copied and pasted" every year since he took office. The only change is just a small piece of "highlight work" every year.
The first report will be carried out by the headline art information in an issue of "Tioline Cultural Weekly", and then large and small media will rush to follow up. Although this is not an occasional new news, it is a part of the cultural life of the people of the empire every year.
It's a big event and attracts nationwide attention.
"Okay, sir." The secretary nodded in agreement, and just as he was about to disappear through the door, he was stopped by Noel and asked in a casual chat.
"Have you collected all the submissions? Have you adjusted the fares this year?... Speaking of which, the prices of various commodities have increased significantly recently."
"We have collected all the small performances during the day, but there is still one missing at the symphony venue in the evening. It needs to be adjusted." the secretary replied.
"At the Royal Academy of Music, the tickets have slightly increased, with the premium ticket increasing from 12 pounds to 13 pounds... Among the repertoire they submitted is the premiere of a new symphonic poem by a student."
"Well, it's a good thing to have a premiere. In recent years, the creative energy of student orchestras has been somewhat lacking... As the top spot in the Imperial Student Orchestra, the Royal Conservatory of Music must take the lead in expanding." Minister Noel put down his office chair and put on his head.
He put on a light-blocking recuperation mask and put his hands on the back of his head, "You can go out. The draft can be sent to Editor-in-Chief Yetus for proofreading first. There won't be any changes after that... I'll take a rest."
"Okay, sir." The secretary took the order and left.
I don't know how much time passed, but just as his breathing gradually became evener, there were two "dong dong" knocks on the door, and a familiar voice sounded again: "Minister Noel, please excuse me."
"Didn't I ask you to send the manuscript directly for proofreading?" The senior official's whole body moved slightly.
"The telegram from the last school has just arrived, and their fare plan...has also changed compared to previous years," the secretary said.
The voice under the mask was a little annoyed: "Then update the draft in real time. Do you have to tell me right away?"
"This, mainly... the changes are a bit... big..." the secretary said cautiously, "So, uh... I don't know if there will be any big reaction from the media if we send it out. Although we only accept reports, not approval, we are independent
The power lies with the school, but I always feel that...it would be better to ask you?"
"How big can it be? I remember that in the past, the bands outside the top three all had 6 pounds for the exclusive tickets. Can it be changed to 7 pounds? 8 pounds? Or 9 pounds? Which school is it? Can't we just ask them to adjust it?"
The secretary couldn't help but take a few more glances at the telegram in his hand. It was clearly written in black and white and there was no such possibility. However, at this moment, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he was extremely worried that he had read it wrong and would cause an accident that would disturb the minister's rest.
After she confirmed again that her eyes were not blurry, she spoke cautiously again:
"Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra... In this year's ticketing plan, the price of a distinguished ticket... is 18 pounds."
Hearing this, the minister almost fell off the couch.