In Kaplan's mind, the level of the Old Symphony Orchestra will undoubtedly far exceed that of the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra in the future.
From assistant conductor to permanent conductor? From 12.5 pounds weekly salary to 80 pounds?
This was Professor Fan Ning’s previous position, and his salary was more than six times higher!
After the initial shock, then the excitement and surprise, Kaplan's expression began to become uneasy, even a little anxious: "Professor Fan Ning, the job of permanent conductor is too... at least I don't think my status is comparable to Miss Sheeran,
In your salary plan, the principal vocalist earns 60 pounds per week, while Miss Sheeran only earns 72 pounds as the orchestra principal..." He shook his head nervously, "This is higher than hers. This is really, this is really true.
No…"
"Think about how long you have." Fan Ning interrupted him.
Capron clutched his notebook tightly.
"As I said at the last opening ceremony, since you have found the meaning of life, you need to take some steps faster than others. I will give you this opportunity. By the way... New Year's concert, you go."
Looking at his complicated expression, Fan Ning added: "The same goes for the weekly salary. Once you arrive, you will know how heavy the orchestra's workload is. Believe me, this is a 'shady employment.'" He deliberately
It was a joke.
"Olga, come to the administrative department. You are welcome as the manager. Compared with serving large companies in the Imperial Capital with much more complicated business, this place may be a bit unfair to you, but it is also to better accompany your family, right?"
"Not at all, Mr. Fanning." Olga said in surprise, "I can't get a weekly salary of 36 pounds in Santa Ramburg, and I have a hunch that there is a better team atmosphere and a brighter future here."
Kaplan bowed deeply to Fan Ning as if he had made up his mind, and then took his family out.
"Good night Mr. Fanning." The little one in Olga's arms said goodbye in a sweet voice.
After they left, Sheeran sighed: "Caron, I want to learn conducting from you. How on earth can you analyze such deep and essential things and explain it in such a simple and easy-to-understand way?"
There was admiration in her eyes: "For a one-to-one course like yours, let alone 60 pounds a session, even if it is 600 pounds, I think there are many people in the world who are willing to pay this money. Others have gone through it for several years or even ten years."
After a few years of detours, maybe you can avoid it with a few tweaks. How about you accept another student?"
"Can't we exchange music at any time?" Fan Ning smiled at her.
"Really?" Xilan raised his head and began to clear away the scattered objects on the long table, "Is it because of his health that you gave the Kaplan family such an important position?"
Fan Ning nodded immediately at first, but after a few breaths he shook his head.
Sheeran said slowly: "Emotionally speaking, everyone has worked hard and experienced success together. I also hope to continue to work with them in the future. But the facts remind me that with the foreseeable platform height of the old symphony orchestra,
, an annual salary of three to four thousand pounds, and the title of permanent conductor, which can be exchanged for a 'famous conductor' to serve as your deputy, or according to the theory you once told me, a 'blade bearer'."
Fan Ning helped her clean up the cups and saucers that everyone had used, and put them in the sink to make a splash: "For the time being, I dare not say that Kaplan is a genius or a person with high potential, but he has
One thing is that his personality is very special, and his abilities are also very special, and can even be said to be rare."
"On the surface, he appears to be easy-going, attentive, and courteous. It seems that he has the service quality brought by his long-term professional experience of "providing financial consulting to the rich." In fact, this is just a superficial thing."
"His greatest inner character trait is a very severe level of 'rational inferiority'. Really, I have never seen such a 'rational' yet so 'inferior' person. This is reflected in the music he loves most.
Above all, I am able to perceive the gap between 'what I think in my heart' and 'what I produce in my hands' too clearly, and I am constantly comparing 'music produced by others' with 'music produced by myself'."
"His accumulation of appreciation and sensitivity to music far exceeds your imagination. He will know which movement of which composer and which piece of music, no matter how popular it is. When someone else plays a piano sonata, he can hear it.
Every measure, every phrasing and pedal, and the processing of any expression term are different from the version of a certain master. Of course, you can also hear how this is far better than yourself."
"And when he could read music and systematically studied music theory, this quality quickly became apparent. When rehearsing the orchestra, he actually knew all the problems of the parts. You didn't need to point them out at all, but he didn't know what to do.
Yes, he is not very good at dealing with musicians. Those academic teachers can conduct but cannot teach. One of them is trying their best to learn it, and the other is trying very hard to let him learn it, but things are backfired."
"So he often gives you a feeling of being diligent and even a little submissive, because he really feels that 'he is too bad' and that 'the people around him are too strong'."
"Whether it's a conductor, a composer, a piano or other musical instruments, he really admires and envies us people. He can clearly find the reasons for every inferiority complex he has, even if he has actually surpassed
It has attracted many professional practitioners.”
"The vast majority of people in this world, if they have never been exposed to music, become a monk halfway and spend two and a half years, they will never be able to work as an assistant conductor of a student orchestra of a first-class conservatory."
"Weird guy." Listening to Fanning's analysis, Sheeran also felt that Capron was respectable and subtly worthy of sympathy.
This is completely different from some people who are arrogant and arrogant even if they know little about art, but it is also different from those who are incompetent, weak or have low self-esteem due to simple character flaws.
"You're right. How can a normal person's talent be able to do this in such a short time? He just lacks a guide like you."
"But from the perspective of an artistic career, is a trait like his good or bad? Logically speaking, since you decided to teach him, you should think he can achieve great achievements, right?"
"I can't answer." Fan Ning shook his head, "The stage requires confidence and freedom. This alone is disadvantageous, but this kind of 'rational inferiority' will drive him to devote all his energy to research and exploration, and constantly fill in what he lacks.
s things."
Xilan sighed softly, "Perhaps, the only regret is that he has too little time, too little in the past, and too little in the future."
"Um."
From the first floor to the second floor, Fan Ning helped her clean up the house as usual without saying a word, then picked up the briefcase and cane leaning on the stairs and prepared to go downstairs.
"The song you composed at Bassani's condolence event last time was said to be very long, right?" Sheeran suddenly asked.
"Yes, a large variation keyboard work with two themes and thirty variations."
"I've been having a little bit of insomnia these past two days."
Fan Ning turned around. She was at the other end of the room, not looking at him. She was standing on tiptoes to collect clothes from the roller skating rope rack that had been rolled down.
"Ah, do you also suffer from insomnia?"
"A little bit." Sheeran didn't stop moving.
Fan Ning thought for a moment, took off his hat, and re-entered the room and closed the door.
"Then I'll play it for you tonight."
"Do you have a lot of things to deal with recently?"
"It's okay to start again tomorrow."
"Okay." Xilan, who was squatting on the ground, folded the clothes into the storage box one by one, but a subtle smile appeared on his cheeks.
"Then you go downstairs and wait for me. I'll come down after I finish my own business. Well, some of your personal belongings are still in the guest room, and the bathroom and shower room on the first floor are yours." She made the arrangements happily.
More than half an hour later, Sheeran, who had changed into an elegant black dress, walked down the stairs holding the thin blanket and threw it on the sofa closest to the piano with a bang.
The sofa in the living room is soft and wide, comparable to a small bed, and has no armrests on three sides. Although it is used to help her sleep with her eyes closed, it will make her not feel alienated from the piano when lying on her side.
"Well, can you think that I monopolize the entire box office of a concert?" Sheeran exclaimed softly, lying down on the sofa and stretching her body comfortably.
She is very happy and satisfied with the results of her active or semi-active efforts today.
"No." Fan Ning sat in front of the piano, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his pajamas, and adjusting the distance between the piano stools. "First of all, I'm not wearing a tuxedo. Secondly, do you think the VIP ticket can be so close to me?"
For some reason, although his tone was calm, Xilan seemed to hear a hint of doting. She smiled and said, "What you said makes me want to lie down by the piano and look at your hands, but it's too uncomfortable here."
It’s comfortable, but I can’t get up. By the way, will turning off the lights affect my performance?”
"Of course you have to turn off the lights when sleeping." Fan Ning stood up and turned off the gas lamp before walking back, "Theoretically, it doesn't matter if you blindfold your eyes."
"Then let me say good night first." The girl smiled.
Fan Ning held up his hands in the night and evening wind, and played the aria theme of the "Goldberg Variations" on the keys with only hazy light and shadow in his field of vision.
It has a simple, delicate and spotless melody, a calm and mellow bass line, and decorative sounds with pleasant musical interest. This time, Fan Ning did not have any ideological baggage of being in the "center of scrutiny" or "focus of the stage". He adopted a more contemplative approach.
sexual or personal treatment.
He won't worry about a certain detail getting out of control or accidentally going beyond the stable range, or even worrying about playing the wrong note or pausing, because it doesn't matter here.
Sheeran felt that every note flowing under his fingertips contained meanings and thoughts like an intimate dialogue with himself.
Tenderness is too pure, but it makes people's hearts sway.
After the theme was introduced, the possibilities of counterpoint one after another were explored and deduced, and the rigorous underlying logic steadily advanced. All kinds of dance music, touch music and canon music emerged in endlessly, sometimes cheering, sometimes praying and meditating.
, sometimes displaying fascinating and ingenious constructions.
I am definitely the happiest person in the world right now. The girl's legs swayed slightly, enjoying the soft feeling of skin and fabric touching and rubbing after bathing, and she couldn't help but breathe deeply along with those emotions.
Generally speaking, the speed of this performance is slower, and the pedals and phrasing are also handled more freely. Fan Ning's purpose is to help sleep, and naturally he is not as competitive as before, "I will immediately let you see how strong he will be next."
He repeated each theme and variation according to the original score, which he had not done before, so this time his performance lasted far longer than an hour.
After the reunion aria of the music ended, he stayed for about ten seconds, and then heard Sheeran whispering as if in class: "It's so - so good - listen - la -"
"Ah, the hypnosis failed." Fan Ning spread out his hands that he had just placed on the piano cover.
"I really can't bear to fall asleep and then I want an encore," she said.
"You want an encore?" Fan Ning smiled unconsciously.
"Well, I also want to listen to the "Barcarolle" from last year, okay?"
"Can."
Coincidentally, it is the connection of the previous song in the minor key of the same name. Fan Ning's left hand struck the melancholy G note in the bass area, and then turned into a group of melancholy semi-decomposed chords, and a cantabile melody floated out from the sparkling waves.
At the end, the cool sound of the sound swayed and disappeared.
"It's very beautiful, but it's too melancholy." Sheeran put her fingertips together and patted her lips in the dark as if thinking: "I'm a little sleepy, and finally I want to listen to a song that fits the characteristics of a 'bedtime story' but is too sweet.
That kind of thing.”
"Bedtime story, so it means wishing you a sweet dream?" Fan Ning's hands slid back and forth on the keys, "But you still want sweetness, well, you..."
He thought for a while, moved his left hand to the bass range, and gently played an E flat.
Then the melody jumps up to sixth degree, and is taken over by the C note in the middle voice of the right thumb. At the same time, the left hand plays a warm bass, and the other four fingers of the right hand begin to present flowing decomposed chords in the high voice.
In this accompaniment background that symbolizes gentle gaze, a dreamy and sweet melody in A flat major slowly sings out from the middle voice.
Liszt's "Dream of Love" No. 3 (S.541 No.3).
Delicate and richly layered sweetness, crystal clear cadenza sound flow, blurred and sparkling interspersed echoes of the infrasound, the musical thoughts go from implicit murmurs to fiery pouring declarations, and finally dissipate in a long and deep sleep.
"Do you know what I was thinking just now?" Sheeran asked quietly again.
"I wonder what kind of song I want to listen to at the end."
"No. I've been fed. I was thinking that last time you asked me to leave first on the runaway train, I was a little annoyed. I always felt that every time I did what you wanted, as if it was whatever you said.
Something the same."
"There is still such a thing."
"But I suddenly discovered that you will also listen to me, right? As long as I say it."
"There is still such a thing."
"Go and lie down over there, the blanket is ready for you."
"All right."
The two of them lay in an L shape on two sets of vertical sofas in the living room, with their heads at the right angles.
"I also discovered." The sweet breath came from a little distance behind the head.
"Um?"
"You have been very positive recently. Well, although there are some frustrating things, such as the subway accident, such as visiting workers, and such as Mr. Kaplan's incident, they affect part of your mood. In terms of life or work 'status', you
It’s actually getting better gradually.”
Fan Ning stared at the dark ceiling, sorted it out carefully in his mind and said: "Yes, because I realized that I will usher in a period of time where I can devote myself to my artistic career. Although the band was risky at the beginning,
There are many difficulties, but I am purely busy solving them. Although there is no clue in the final movement of "Second Symphony", I am purely experiencing and thinking. These are fascinating things."
"I hope this state can last forever." Sheeran closed her eyes, still smiling.
"I was very lucky for a while."
"Will you take me with you next time you go to the countryside to collect folk songs?"
"Next summer, wait until the orchestra gets on track."
"Then first tell me about your 'composer cabin' on the shores of Lake Metraun."
"Okay." Fan Ning also closed his eyes, "It's not far from your former residence, Eagles. I chose the southeast direction of the lake. The view is very broad, and in the distance is the rolling Dolomites Mountains."
"What does it look like?"
"It's very high and steep. Vegetation only covers the upper half. The other half of the rocks are exposed. Below is a particularly beautiful and clear lake."
"The kind that can't be climbed up?"
"It's not impossible to go up if you have to, but what do you want to do?"
"Where's the house?"
"The room? It's less than 20 square meters, but the display specifications are pretty good. But the piano needs to be tuned next time."
"You can cook when the time comes, right?"
"I can't cook food, but fortunately I can walk to the town in only six or seven minutes. The squires, residents and musicians there are very enthusiastic. They gave me flowers and fruit baskets."
"Landscapes, specialties and the like. Did I lie to you?"
"Well, what impressed me deeply is that in the evening, you will feel that the sky is condescending, with a deep blue and majestic feeling."
“When I was writing music there, I would often hear the chirping of wild ducks or the splashing of big fish in the water.”
“The roasted whole lamb in the town is very good, but you may not be interested in the spicy taste.”
"zzz" There was no response in his ears, only the girl's gentle breathing.