The sound of milky milk came from the rehearsal room at the backstage of the concert hall. A little girl with brown curly hair, about four or five years old, and chubby cheeks was holding a piano bow in her right hand and a 1/
4 size violin.
Although it is a children's piano, the size is still a bit too big for her, and the contrast with her height makes the scene in front of her quite interesting.
She did not pull the bow string, but looked at the girl in front of her with curious eyes.
Xilan, who was wearing a white evening dress, squatted in front of the little girl, touched her head and smiled softly: "I'm not the commander, you should ask the big brother at the door."
The little girl looked out the door of the rehearsal room in the direction pointed by Sheeran.
At this time, when the stage was approaching, some of the musicians in the rehearsal room were chatting in twos and threes, some were pacing nervously back and forth, and some were practicing segments separately, and the music was slightly noisy.
Another group of students returned to the green rooms for final rest, and everyone was waiting for the signal to assemble.
"So, the extraordinary medicine to cure the disease was obtained by Mrs. Olga from inside the Special Patrol Hall through a backdoor connection..." Fan Ning, wearing a black tuxedo and holding a thick music book in his arms, stood against the wall.
In front of him stood the assistant conductor Kaplan, and a woman in her thirties, with a decent temperament and a gentle and sad look at the same time.
She responded: "Well, the matchmaking cost 300 pounds, and the ceremony cost 200 pounds. In addition, based on the amount of medication, it costs about 50 pounds extra every month, which is a relatively large expenditure in the family's annual expenses.
, but it is still within the affordable range. At least the official mysterious medicine is indeed effective, whether it is in improving the quality of life or extending the survival time..."
Kaplan shrugged at himself and took over the conversation: "...Otherwise, I wouldn't have survived three months last year. Looking at it now, maybe it can really give me two years."
This is the first time Fan Ning has met the Kaplan family - a typical prosperous middle-class family in Tioleon - his wife Olga also comes from the financial world of Santaramburg, and the two of them own their own real estate in the imperial capital.
, a small courtyard and a private carriage. After their marriage, they had a daughter, Irene, who was almost five years old. Before the accident of leukemia last year, they thought about having a second child.
The death that most people come or are about to face is speechless, mischievous, and has no extra reason or extra meaning. Fan Ning in both lives is convinced of this, and it also includes those who he has come into contact with.
A person with noble artistic personality.
The secret rituals and treatment methods of the official extraordinary organization are the best solutions and have been proven to be effective. Even if you suffer from an incurable disease, this is the only way you can go at the moment.
The "hidden knowledge" and "inspiration" that knowledgeable people are good at may be able to create extraordinary things with better medicinal effects, but they can never directly protect people's bodies from the risk of illness, unless they are the very few who have obtained the essence.
Changed people.
"Although I learned about it the day before yesterday, I still feel very sorry. You should probably rest more." Fan Ning looked at Kaplan, who was very excited about the performance, and couldn't help but sigh.
"Two conductors, is the breath of this clip finally adjusted to 1 bar or 2 bars? Sorry, I got confused again." A boy who played the single yellow pipe came up and played with Fan Ning.
With a gesture from his eyes, Kaplan took the score from his hand.
"Two sections, I explained the reason to the entire woodwind team in the morning..." After Kaplan answered, he patiently began to explain patiently, supplemented by waving and humming.
"He almost didn't sleep all night last night..." Olga glanced at her husband, and then at her little daughter inside the door. "In the first half of the night, he kept telling us that his new symphony orchestra had several works coming soon.
It is about to be performed, in one of the best concert halls in the Empire, and we will hear it together with more than 2,000 listeners. More importantly, he participated in the rehearsal process of these works, and he initially overcame his fear.
During the rehearsal, he led the students to polish a lot of details, which showed that what he had learned before was useful... After we all fell asleep, he started to outline some fragments on the score that he was going to check or emphasize tomorrow..."
"I understand and support Kaplan's career, before or now." She said slowly, "In fact, no matter in any sense, the past year was the most unfortunate year for him, but it was also the best year in his life.
The purest and most satisfying year..."
The double melody of single brass and flute sounded in the corridor.
Fan Ning looked at Kaplan in silence for a while, humming the melody and using full gestures to give performance hints to the two classmates. He said in a low voice: "After this performance, I asked him to study conducting with me for a while.
."
"You're not a conductor? Then what are you?" Inside the door, Kaplan's daughter Irene continued to curiously ask the girl squatting in front of her.
Xilan smiled and pointed to the violin on her neck: "I'm just like you."
"I know!" the little girl continued in a cooing voice, "Sister Xilan's name is written on the poster! But why, playing the violin will make everyone in the band listen to you? Can it be used as a conductor after practice?
?”
Sheeran patiently told her in simple language: "A long time ago, the person who played the violin best in the band was the conductor of the band. Later, the music we wrote became more and more difficult, and there was a special
He is the conductor, but the person who plays the violin best is still the second most important person, and he needs to lead the orchestra to work together."
Erin's eyes rolled around a few times as she thought: "Sister, look, do I have any hope of ranking second in the band now?"
She pulled the bowstring and played the violin, which was only 1/4 the size but felt one size larger than her whole body.
This is a familiar Coulant dance music composed by Master Meyer in his early years. The childlike and humorous melody was played by this little girl, who bowed, danced, changed, vibrated, and straddled three or four strings.
Chords and a series of elements were displayed in a stylish way, and a dozen students nearby came over with great interest.
I don’t know whether it was because there were too many people watching, or the speed of the next section was a bit fast and the position was a bit high. Irene’s hands on the strings and the bow were misplaced for a while, and some funny notes came out.
She still continued very confidently, but due to a momentary mistake, she forgot the score a little, so she tentatively played a few notes, but they didn't seem right, and her dark eyes moved as if thinking.
Seeing the serious look of this little boy with brown hair, the students smiled slightly, not laughing at him, but finding it interesting and encouraging.
"Come, follow your sister, sol - use the 1st finger of the third position of the D string." Sheeran also stood up, picked up her piano from the side, deliberately slowed down slightly, and started from where she broke it.
A melody as bright and pure as the sun floated in the rehearsal hall. Thinking back to it, Irene quickly followed.
The next moment, the elastic three-beat sound of plucking the strings of the cello sounded. Luo Yin, who was resting on the performance seat, looked at the little girl with a smile, put the bow aside, and plucked his own piano with his fingers.
Immediately afterwards, the two viola students played dotted accompaniment patterns, and the single brass player and flutist who asked the question before also played contrasting melody fragments. Finally, the bassoon and French horn added chord support, and the trombone joke
decorative sound.
Fan Ning and the Caprons turned around at some point, looking at the scene in front of them in trance.
Listening to the "small band version" of Coulant played by everyone and Irene, Fan Ning suddenly felt that he had relived some of his original feelings towards music, and the haze in his heart was gradually dispelled by the warmth, at least.
Temporarily returned to the state it should have been before the performance.
"That's great." Fan Ning murmured, clapping her hands gently in time with the rhythm like an ordinary listener.
When the dance ended, the little girl still held the piano between her neck, but had a "wow" expression on her face, and covered her mouth with both hands and the bow.
"Dang——dang——dang——"
The second bell rang, and there were five minutes left before the performance, and the students began to line up and assemble.
"Let's go, honey, we're going to listen to the performance." Kaplan, who had successfully completed his assistant's task, laughed, walked over and hugged Irene, "Hurry and hand your piano to your mother and ask her to keep it for you.
"
When the little girl was lifted into the air, she still held on to the piano and bow, looking around with a blank expression. It wasn't until Olga took away the instrument that she asked aloud: "Did I lead it just now?"
Kaplan took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and continued to smile: "Yes, little baby, when you grow up, I can see you becoming the concertmaster of the orchestra. Now let's listen to Sister Sheeran's violin concerto first.
"
"Where can I hear it?"
"Look, there is a small door there. Let's quietly go around to the audience area on the first floor. You must remember not to talk when others are playing." Olga made a "shh" gesture to her daughter.
On the other side, the performance channel leading to the stage has been opened a crack. Among the students standing and waiting, there is a "heavyweight" tuba player whose body is shaking: "I don't know why I feel extra nervous this time...
."
The boy holding the French horn next to him also had a soft voice: "Me too, but didn't you already go on stage last year? Why are you nervous?"
"...Last year we confiscated so much money from the audience." The tuba player wiped his sweat.
"Shouldn't you be excited just thinking about charging so much money?" Kaplan, who was passing by with his daughter in his arms, joked. With the little girl's milky "Come on", a feeling of relaxation finally came from the crowd.
laughter.
The symphony hall is magnificent, and the record company's on-site recording equipment is already in place.
The musicians in formal attire entered the stage one by one from the side and stood in their respective positions. From the packed audience, welcome applause began to be heard.
After everyone was in their seats, Xilan, who was holding the piano, walked onto the stage. She was wearing a pure white evening dress, her long brown hair was pulled up loosely, and her delicate and smooth shoulders were shining brightly under the light, looking forward to
The audience saluted with pure smiles in their eyes.
The audience expressed their wonderful first impression of the orchestra leader with more enthusiastic and enthusiastic applause.
“Is this the violinist on the poster and set list?”
"She looks so young!"
"She is really good-looking, Cierlan Connell... I have decided to perform in the future. Although I don't know what her skills are, I am sure that she will be very pleasing to the eye as long as she holds the piano."
"I think I have found the reason why the composer dedicated that concerto to her."
Although no one in the audience uttered a sound other than applause, everyone was already excited about Sheeran's appearance.
Sheeran stood next to the conductor's podium, led everyone to complete the pitch correction, and then stood back to the position of the first violinist.
The bell struck eight o'clock, and Fanning, wearing a black tuxedo and holding a music book in his arms, entered the room. Because Sheeran's previous image was too endearing, this time the conductor received almost equal applause.
Fan Ning's pace was slightly faster, and he raised his hands to greet the audience with the energy of a young man. The musicians followed him with their eyes, and Sheeran also smiled at him.
Fanning stepped forward to shake hands with Sheeran to express respect for the entire band.
Then he climbed onto the podium, put down the music score, and while turning the pages, everyone sat down together. After a few scattered coughs from the audience, the symphony hall gradually became silent.
Lifting the baton, Fan Ning's eyes scanned between the various voices. After everyone adjusted their breathing to the same state, he started to beat gently.
A cantabile Andante is slowly played under the medium-tempo rhythm of three beats, which is Swearinck's symphonic poem "Summer Nights at the Beech".
Fan Ning guides and prompts unhurriedly, and the presentation is filled with dreamy woodwind sounds and moving and long string melodies. Everything seems to be rippling with a sweet summer night street scene. It symbolizes the middle part of the storm.
It was handled cleanly, with uneasy tremolos from the strings, snippets of timpani rolls, short chords like roars from the brass...wave after wave of sound resounded through the hall, making the audience feel as if they were placed in a turbulent sea.
Lonely sail.
"Fifty years..." Master Svelink, who is over 80 years old, was in the audience, listening to the symphonic poem of his youth being played, and had mixed emotions for a while.
"This student orchestra under the hands of conductor Fan Ning has performed at a level far beyond that of a smallpox quilt. Although there is still a gap between it and the first-class professional orchestra, I am sure that this will be one of my favorite versions. Its performance requires a youthful feel.
."
An opening song of more than ten minutes aroused the mood of both the musicians and the audience.
Next came the "Violin Concerto in E minor". The first violin array was slightly adjusted, the musicians moved one position forward, and Sheeran, who switched to soloist status, stood up and stood next to Fan Ning.
"One is the romantic avant-garde work "First Symphony" with flamboyant personality, and the other is a magnificent keyboard work of medieval heritage. If he can still perfectly present this new academic-style orchestral work, it will judge his 'style'
There is no more controversy about 'Forging a Lion.'" Master Schillings also stared at the stage.
Fan Ning gave Sheeran a smiling look. After the violin soloist signaled that he was ready, he lowered his head slightly and hit two preparatory beats with his right hand.
The audience waited with bated breath for the "Violin Concerto in E minor", which only the beginning of the song was heard on the radio and made people think about it day and night, could finally be heard live in its entirety.
Its beginning does not rely on a majestic or lengthy prelude to declare its greatness, but it is narrated like a dreamy poem.
In just two measures, the hazy semi-decomposed chords of the string section and the deep bass pizzicato like the waves below instantly bring the listener into an atmosphere of coexistence of happiness and sadness.
Against this background, Sheeran's fingers rubbed the E string and her bow played an elegant and melancholy melody.
"This noble theme has finally arrived..."
A numbing feeling like electric current surged from the skin of more than 2,000 audience members again.