MTL - King of Classical Music-Chapter 12

The city that entered the autumn is not like the city of b, and enters the cold atmosphere early. The s city concert hall stands in the bustling city center. It is an old theater with nearly a hundred years of history. The 16-coloured marble columns surround the concert hall and show elegant and solemn architectural colors.

In the evening, the front of the s city concert hall gradually squeezed a lot of vehicles, one after the other from the car, stepping on the red carpet into the arched door of the concert hall. Among them, several old people who seemed to be calm and highly respected were favorably pushed into the house by the young people and sat in the second-floor box of the concert hall.

The frontcourt is already warming up to the extreme and is about to boil. The backstage is even more busy, and everyone is checking the final steps before going on stage. Du Sheng, who is the chief of the violin, carefully examined his violin. After confirming that there was no mistake, he started the inspection with the first violin.

The performance uniform of the b-symphony orchestra is a light black suit, with a deep red tie, and a thin one from the neckline to the next, which looks slender and straight.

Yongzheng put a sapphire bow tie on his tie, and the shining illuminating lights above the background illuminate from top to bottom, making the deep blue light more melancholy.戚暮 originally had a good look, after a careful dressing, even Tan, who had just walked to the backstage crowd, couldn’t help but look at him.

How did that sentence come from?

It’s really not that other people are too ordinary, it’s really you too, no, Ping, Fan!

Tan Lao finally encouraged everyone. After a thunderous applause, the people in the orchestra came into the field one by one from the wind instrument department, and when Du Sheng really sat down, The red curtain between the stage and the auditorium slowly pulled up.

Tan’s own clothes were sorted out, and then he took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage.

More enthusiastic applause sounded again.

Tan Lao does not like to do more introductions and exhibitions before the performance, just like individual conductors. After he bowed directly, he turned and stood on his own podium. At this time, it was the eye contact between the members of the orchestra and the conductor. When all the words were exchanged without words, Tan Lao suddenly took up the baton on the podium.

Since then, Dvorak's "Sixth Symphony" has begun.

Dvorak is the most famous music master in the Czech Republic. He has written countless works in his life. His music style is dominated by orthodox winds, and he also has some sweet and fresh scenery in the Czech countryside.

This first "Sixth Symphony" is one of the nine symphonies of Dvorak. Although it is not as famous as the "eighth" and "ninth", its solemn opening will be the master. The musical scent that has been precipitated for a lifetime is revealed.

"Not so fast Allegro" is the beat rate of the first movement of "Sixth". When the whole song begins to enter the good situation, it looks like a Tan old standing on the podium. It is just a look. At the intersection of the songs, the bow was inserted into the music, and then the entire second violin group began to accompany.

It has been said that in any orchestra, the second violin group is the shadow companion of the first violin group. This is also to suggest that the second violin group is much less important than the first violin group, far less important than the latter.

But in fact, for musicians who really understand music, the importance of the second violin group is no less than the first violin group. Although they may not be in front of people as often as the latter, without them, a song can never be perfectly interpreted.

In the box on the easternmost side of the second floor, a white-haired old man closed his eyes and listened carefully. He listened to the whole piece of the song from the soft movement of the second movement to the harmonies of the third movement. When the orchestra was about to play the final movement and the whole song was upgraded to the extreme, he suddenly opened his eyes and sighed.

"Wu old... What happened?" asked a young man on the side curiously.

Wu Lao sat on a soft single sofa, his eyes seemingly casually looking down the stage, but only he knew, always condensed on the young man sitting on the right side of the orchestra. He asked: "Chen Chen, can you hear... sing the sound of the boy?"

The young man suddenly stunned and listened carefully for a long time before he shook his head and said: "I can probably hear the voice of the second violin group, but this will let me distinguish... I really don’t listen. Which one is it."

"The voice is calm and restrained. The vibrato of a turning point in the third movement has been processed very smoothly. I didn't expect it to be seen in the past few years... The level of 戚暮 is not decreasing, it is... I am surprised. "Wu old man looked at the beautiful young man on the stage and looked at the beautiful young man on the stage." I don't know if it was the experience of these years that polished him. This boy used to be a sharp-eyed style. It is impossible for the orchestra to play. I didn’t expect it... I didn’t expect it...”

Xiao Chen was very astonished at the words of Wu Lao, but she felt very unbelievable in her heart. But he also knows that Wu Lao’s identity does not need to scatter such a small lie. What he can’t hear, Wu Lao can hear it for granted.

And a dialogue like this happens in a small box in the middle of the second floor.

An elegant and elegant lady looked at the beautiful young man on the stage in amazement. For a long time, she clenched her brows in confusion and asked the majestic middle-aged man: "Wen, hehe... How did he change so big? He was not like this before."

The man thought for a moment and replied: "We have not seen it for many years. He is still small, and it is normal to have changes."

The lady listened for a little more. After the performance of the second performance, she couldn’t help but say: "The change is really too big. I only heard his voice and still I didn't hear it completely, but I can hear that in the second violin group, his level has exceeded the chief." After a pause, the lady glanced at the husband and said, "Wen Wei, originally Say you want to collect the 戚暮 咱 s city symphony orchestra, what do you say? I said that he is rebellious, wait until he grows up, you regret it now?"

The middle-aged man smiled helplessly, and his wife did not dare to speak more.

These two are the current chief conductor of the S-City Symphony Orchestra and his wife, the music director of the S-City Symphony Orchestra, Cheng Tingwen.

......

At the end of the first half of the performance, the roaring applause in the field had already drowned the stage.

The second half just started with Mendelssohn's "E minor concerto", which is dominated by Du Sheng. Although the violin concerto has only ten difficulty levels in the examination, it has firmly occupied the title of the world's top ten violins.

Let Du Sheng lead the orchestra to play this masterpiece of his work. It is really a slap in the face.

After a good start, a "bravo" that screamed loudly rang in the concert hall. When the last Dvorak "The Eighth Symphony" ended, Tan Laogao waved the baton. The sweat on it dripped down.

The music that leaped to the apex came to an abrupt end, and the remaining sounds remained. Some people in the whole place did not return to the sky. The old man sitting on the left side of the second floor suddenly stood up and clapped his hands and shouted. One voice -

"bravo!"

Since then, the audience has been very enthusiastic and thunderous.

All members of the orchestra rose up and thanked the audience under the leadership of the conductor and the chief. Among the crowd, the seemingly stunned youth also bent down, but when he lifted his body, he couldn't help but look at the old man who was on the second floor.

"Wu... Sheng Tao?"

The whispering voice was overwhelmed by the warm applause in the audience. When the whole staff exited and the members of the orchestra gathered in the background, the gray-haired old man suddenly appeared at Tan’s side. After the two laughed and said a few words, Tan Lao suddenly found his cockroaches at the tip of his eye.

Tan’s face looked awkward and said, “Hey, come over!”

戚暮: "..."

How come there is a feeling of being named by the teacher and about to accept criticism?

Um... definitely an illusion.