Follow the sound and follow the way

BGM of this chapter: Stravinsky-The Firebird (L'Oiseaudefeu)

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The J Academy Symphony Orchestra has dozens of performances every year. The scenes are big or small, the venues are new or broken, and the conductors are good or bad. The random performance status allows the actors to practice a peace of mind.

However, Mu Kang's life dictionary does not have the word "safe with the situation". The premiere of "Sleepy Spirit" just hit the most perfect time, place and people.

At five o'clock in the afternoon on the day of the performance, the orchestra came to an end on the stage of the Concert Hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts.

Mu Kang sat in the first row of the empty auditorium. On the left was the frowning instructor Lu Mingqing, and on the right was the benevolent resident conductor Boss Zhang.

Lin Yan didn't let the orchestra finish the two pieces. At this moment, he has put down the baton and is having a final pre-performance exchange with the orchestra:

"Timpani's overall pitch is a bit low today, please pay attention to control it during the performance."

"Viola's second music platform, there is a person whose D string sounds wrong, check to see if it is about to break."

"When Trumpet played "Firebird", he raised his voice a bit higher, especially the second trumpet, Lu Xifeng won't even steal the limelight."

The brass part burst into laughter, and the second trumpet said loudly, "Good command."

"The two works today are not easy, everyone has worked hard." Lin Yan continued, "In case someone feels that they can't hold on, they must come and communicate with me during the halftime."

The horn chief said with emotion: "Thank you, conductor!"

Lin Yan looked around the orchestra, and said quietly: "That's it, happy cooperation, see you tonight."

The actors applauded enthusiastically. Lin Yan nodded with a smile, walked off the podium with the score in his arms, and waved to Qiu Liming and Li Chongyuan. It seems that there are still some details to explain.

Zhang Yusheng sighed, "Lin Yan is so young."

Lu Mingqing glanced at Mu Kang disapprovingly: "This piece of piano is written too much."

Mu Kang said indifferently: "It's okay."

Lu Mingqing: "It's thanks to Lin Yanzai that he was able to act like this this time. What will we do in the future? Who can still play?"

Mu Kang: "Lin Yanbo."

Lu Mingqing: "He plays every time? Are you so embarrassed?"

Mu Kang said shamelessly: "Yes."

Lu Mingqing sneered and said, "Fart."

Seeing that the two masters and apprentices were about to confront each other, Zhang Yusheng calmed down and said, "Mu Kang can play it himself, if it doesn't work."

Mu Kang vetoed: "I can't."

Lu Mingqing said disdainfully: "He can be a fart."

Zhang Yusheng: "..." What kind of virtue, these two people?

Mu Kang: "Is it okay if you don't open your mouth and fart when you're old, Mr. Lu?"

Lu Mingqing snorted, and didn't bother to pay attention to his unfilial disciple who didn't know how to respect his teacher at all: "Old Zhang... Yusheng, let's go, let's eat."

"It's easy for you two to go." Mu Kang politely said goodbye to the two elders, and when he turned around, he saw Lin Yan and Li Chongyuan waving to him at the edge of the stage.

"How?" Lin Yan asked.

Mu Kang jumped onto the stage with one hand: "It's so good that it's going to explode."

Banana man Lin Yan didn't understand: "...What do you mean?"

Mu Kang smiled and said, "It's a very good idea."

Lin Yan asked curiously: "What is Explosion?"

"Who knows." Mu Kang said casually, glanced at Lin Yan, and blurted out coldly, "You are so cute that you will explode."

Li Chongyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he reminded in a low voice: "You idiot Mu!"

Mu Kang was a little dazed when he spoke, and didn't say anything for a long time.

Lin Yan didn't understand what "explosion" was, nor what "cuteness" was. He looked at Mu Kang first and then at Li Chongyuan suspiciously, but neither of them wanted to explain.

It so happened that Qiu Liming came over at this time: "Idiot Mu."

Mu Kang: "...Huh?"

Qiu Liming: "After the first half of "Sleepy Spirit", are you going to go on stage?"

Mu Kang didn't even think about it: "No."

Qiu Liming: "Oh okay, do you want to eat lunch? Why are you standing up?"

This stubble passed without any risk.The human heart observer, Ye Ye, belatedly realizes that the development of the situation may be more serious than he imagined. It seems that he must find time to have an in-depth talk with Mu Kang about the philosophy of life.

After all, Lin Yan's sincerity can show the sun and the moon, and it's really not justifiable for Mu Kang to casually control the teasing and ignore the appointment.

As night fell and the performance was about to begin, Mu Kang received Guan Xiaoxiao at the entrance of the theater.The girl has exquisite makeup, a full set of earrings and necklaces, and a delicate black dress under the coat. Every strand of hair clearly expresses the attitude of "I attach great importance to this performance".

It was in stark contrast to Mu Kang, who was wearing a sweater and casual trousers.

Guan Xiaoxiao stared at him: "Are you going to be on stage dressed like this in a while?"

Mu Kang: "I'm not on stage."

Guan Xiaoxiao was puzzled: "Why?"

Mu Kang was also very puzzled: "What are you doing on stage? Stravinsky didn't come on stage either?"

Guan Xiaoxiao: "..."

She embraced Mu Kang's arm, and just a few steps away, she saw Boss Zhang and Lu Mingqing approaching. The two old comrades looked up and smiled, and they all ignored a certain male companion surnamed Mu who was next to the beauty. .

Zhang Yusheng: "Xiao Xiao, you are back."

Lu Mingqing: "Come on, I'll go in with you."

Guan Xiaoxiao said obediently, "Hello, Teacher Zhang, and Hello, Teacher Lu."

Zhang Yusheng said enthusiastically: "What is Xiaoxiao singing recently? How about I bring the orchestra to cooperate with you?"

Lu Mingqing was not to be outdone: "When will Xiaoxiao record? I'll write you a new song."

Guan Xiaoxiao smiled and didn't say a word, she tightly held Mu Kang's hand, and kicked him quietly. Mu Kang had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​taking out a cigarette, and said ruthlessly: "She is singing "La Traviata" recently, and the cooperation No; the next project is a collection of excerpts from Verdi's operas, no new songs are needed."

The two old comrades still wanted to talk, so Guan Xiaoxiao yelled not far away: "Fang Zhimu!"

Fang Zhimu waved to her, and very loyally pulled over to Professor Huang Bin, who was looking around and wanted to talk to acquaintances. The three old comrades successfully connected. You pass me a cigarette and I will light a fire for you. They chatted in full swing. stand up:

"Your hair seems to have grown."

"Recently, my stomach has grown bigger again, alas!"

"Where are you planning to go on vacation?"

Fang Zhimu successfully rescued Mu Kang and Guan Xiaoxiao who were in the water and fire, and the three of them walked in together. Fang Zhimu said, "I will play Puluo Er next month."

Mu Kang: "Boss Zhang?"

"Yeah, otherwise who else?" Fang Zhimu sighed, "When will you come to listen to me play?"

Mu Kang asked strangely: "What are you listening to?"

If it weren't for his public image as a piano prince, Fang Zhimu would roll his eyes to the sky, and he said word by word: "Guide, guide, me."

"Ah, that's fine." Mu Kang finally remembered, "Next week, you should first find a sheet music for the gang."

The three of them struggled through the turbulent flow of people, queued up to check tickets and entered the arena.This performance was directed by Lin Yan, and another new work produced by J Academy had its premiere, and it has attracted much attention without much publicity.The concert hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts can accommodate about 1500 spectators. When the reminder bell rang 5 minutes before the performance, Guan Xiaoxiao looked back and saw that there were almost no seats left.

She whispered to Mu Kang, "You are really in Lin Zhi's favor."

Mu Kang raised his eyebrows: "Of course."

The auditorium lights were turned off, and the stage lights became dazzling. The chaotic sound of musical instruments on the stage and buzzing voices from the audience gradually faded away, leaving only one or two sporadic coughs.

A pleasant male voice resounded in the hall: "Everyone, welcome to the Concert Hall of the National Center for the Performing Arts. Recording and video recording are prohibited in this concert. Please turn your mobile phone to silent mode. There will be a 10-minute intermission. Thank you and I wish you a pleasant viewing. "

After 1 minute, the applause sounded, and Qiu Liming, the principal of the orchestra, stepped onto the stage and bowed slightly to the audience, playing professionally and skillfully.He signaled to Guan Xiao to press A4 on the piano, and the oboe tuned with the piano first, and then played the standard tone to the wind and string instruments.

After the dialogue was over, Qiu Liming returned to the chief seat of the first row outside the first violin, and the stage and audience immediately entered the moment of absolute silence before the performance began.

Everyone slowed down their breathing, holding their breath and waiting for the conductor to take the stage.

Mu Kang was sitting in the VIP seat in the middle of the sixth row, staring closely at the door on the left side of the stage leading to the backstage, and his throat felt dry for a while. "Sleepy Spirit" had already been scheduled in his chest, but at this moment his heart was still beating. fast.

He thought for a second like years: Why hasn't Ah Yan come out yet.

In fact, a total of less than 20 seconds passed before the door opened.

Lin Yan strode out, his back straight, his black tuxedo made his legs even longer, and the hot lights on the ceiling illuminated his handsome and extraordinary face.There was a burst of warm applause from the auditorium, and there were several sharp whistles and girls' screams from the second floor.

Lin Yan stood still by the podium, smiling gracefully at the audience, really like a god descending from the earth, full of charming confidence from head to toe.

"Oh my God." Guan Xiaoxiao said in a low voice, "This is too handsome."

"Yes." Mu Kang murmured, watching Lin Yan turn around and get on the podium intently.

On the conductor's music stand, there is a conductor's baton lying alone.

Lin Yan has always memorized scores in performances, the conductor is not allowed to make mistakes, and Lin Yan never makes mistakes.He likes to communicate with actors all the time in music, so he spared no effort to sleep and eat, but also to engrave every note, rest, phrase, and breath of all parts in his mind.

The authoritative magazine "Gramophone" gave Lin Yan a brief introduction: a genius conductor, the only disciple of Carlos Moster, with a delicate and flexible conducting style, he is the object that all young musicians look up to.

Lin Yan took a deep breath and pointed his baton at the last row of the strings. The bass chief was watching him nervously. The two communicated silently for a second, and the player nodded slightly.

The baton made a delicate arc in the air, and the low voice of the bass flowed slowly.

The first ten measures of "Sleepy Spirit" are bass solo, and only one French horn is added in the next ten measures.

The first theme exclusive to Mu Dacai is played by the first violin and appears in the sixth measure of No.30. The second theme is led by the oboe and appears in the second measure of No.70.

The first topic is about asking, and the second topic is about answering.

This symphonic poem is a self-question and self-answer in the form of fugue. The whole work shows the extremes of four emotions: contradiction, struggle, withdrawal, and acceptance; and the piano undertakes the most important emotional transition: from struggling to flinch.

Mukang did not put into the music the "sadness" emotions that may have been in the original work. He felt that the pain was not convincing here.Lin Yanxiong sees the same thing, he plays the piano comfortably, and faces the conflict of brass with the attitude of a martyr.

So absurd, so uninhibited, but so unbearable...convincing.

In the last two bars of the story, there is an eight-beat timpani that fades away, and the drumstick touches the edge lightly, conveying the obvious or dark propositions in an infinite gesture.

The baton stopped in the air, Lin Yan's breathing trembled slightly, and the glare reflected from the trombone in the distance made him squint his eyes.

He was still indulging, still unable to get away from his emotions, sweat wet the hair on his forehead, and dripped quietly onto the podium.

Emotions are as long as if they have spanned centuries, silently fermenting in the space.Guan Xiaoxiao covered her mouth with long-lasting shock in her eyes; Fang Zhimu clenched his hands tightly and slowly closed his eyes.

Lu Mingqing was the first to stand up, shouting excitedly: "Bravo!"

The applause finally broke through the stagnant time and space.

"Bravo!"

"Bravo!!"

The applause of the mountains and the tsunami and the applause one after another rushed to the stage. Lin Yan was reluctantly brought back to reality, and Fangfo experienced a spiritual baptism of Mu Kang.He blinked, let out a breath, and slowly lowered his baton.

At that second, at that moment, with endless cheers in his ears, Lin Yan made a devout wish:

Moo Kang is so... so nice, I want to be with him forever.

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Gramophone: "Gramophone", a famous British classical music magazine, is published in the form of a monthly magazine and was founded in 1923 by the Scottish writer Compton Mackenzie.