Chapter 1056

I really shouldn't have come four days late. I was late. I also brought a female companion into the sacred rehearsal room

More than 30 musicians stare at themselves, and then Shakira sobs silently at the door. It's too difficult. After playing music for six years, song Ya's face in front of classical musicians tends to get thinner and thinner. Maybe it's because the closer we get to the mountains, the more we need to look up at the towering main peak.

It's also different from the mentality of being short when dealing with politicians.

"Er..."

Scratching his head, he put the score from Baron Boise back to the podium, "or..." Then he went to Shakira and tried to send her out, but he thought it was not good.

"Why don't you take a fifteen minute break?"

Thankfully, old Mike opened the door and came in forcefully. He clapped his hands at the musicians and ordered, "everyone leave for a while, and then come in 15 minutes later."

Perhaps it is the strong self-confidence and aura of this white bearded old man in a jacket and a high-collar sweater that the musicians misunderstood him as a big man in the industry and got up deftly and obediently.

"No, no, the instrument and the box are all in place." But old Mike just wanted to get rid of the security risks. "Don't take the paper."

The musicians put down their instruments and music and went out in order.

"Don't take it to heart, aplus. Mr. barenboy is just in a bad mood today."

The chief violinist, a white old man, comforted Songya as he passed by. "You know, there are rehearsals for Christmas concerts at the same time. From the 18th to the 23rd, most of the works of Brahms, Tchaikovsky and Rimsky koskov, followed by the new year's concert, from the 1st to the 3rd of next month. He's under a lot of pressure... "

"I understand. I won't take it to heart."

Song Ya nodded humbly. The chief violinist is the most important musician. Before the occupation of conductor came into being, the conductor of the symphony orchestra was concurrently held by the chief violinist, and he still holds the post of deputy conductor of the orchestra.

"Don't be nervous. I'll help you." The old man patted him on the arm and left.

After the musicians had gone, song Ya quickly closed the door with a lunge. He held his head in both hands and breathed deeply. He calmed down after walking around the command frame for several times.

Old Mike is already going through the box.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have followed." Shakira said timidly.

"Why did you cry just now?" Song Ya asked her.

"Maybe Mr. barenboy just reminded me of my piano teacher when I was a child..." The corner of her mouth poured down, and the tears swirled in her eyes.

"Well, well, it's not that scary."

Song Ya holds her in her arms. It is estimated that the children who learn musical instruments have suffered a lot when they were young, and they have psychological shadow. Of course, the more difficult thing is that they learned musical instruments in their childhood, with long code Eh?

"Don't you say you know Mr. barrenboy very well?" Asked Shakira.

"Er, er, er..."

Song Ya was asked almost choked to death, stretched out his hand to pull her full of collagen cheek, "don't be noisy, wait a moment, sit next to the drummer, help him turn over the music score or something, don't make a sound."

"Shall I go back first?" She asked hesitantly.

"No, keep a low profile. You're a Latin queen, not an outsider."

After setting up the latin girls, Sonya began to look through the music scores left by barenboy, which were not all music scores, but also some documents such as rehearsal schedule.

Babayetu's general spectrum of command has been closely marked by barenboy last time. More than three months later, a brand-new version is in front of him. The new understanding and handling methods of balanboy in this period of time are contained in the bread. Every time song Ya carefully reads a section, he closes his eyes and contrasts with the original song of apocalypse in his mind.

There are inconsistencies, he opened his eyes to pick up the pencil on the command rack to change, but suspended in mid air and stopped.

Baba Yetu is a kind of field music composed of alternate musicians and chorus during the break time of the authentic orchestra. Song Yagang has just read the composition table of the chorus in the document. In addition to two middle school choirs, a semi professional adult team that cooperates with the orchestra all the year round, there is also a chorus which is a pure amateur funded by the renovation project of the Symphony Center They can be packed in by the orchestra. The purpose of playing tickets is obvious.

After all, this is a dessert offered by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the new year's concert. People who buy tickets or watch PBS's cool classical music live show should be old listeners with certain aesthetic and discriminative abilities. Those people's ears are not as good as those of professionals, but they are also very smart. Even if something goes wrong, it will be the world's top ten and beimi One of the five symphony orchestras, and also recorded by PBS

If you want to be recognized in this industry, you can rely on your hard power. There are no tricks and shortcuts to take. If you are careless, you will laugh and be generous. Moreover, the circle is really small

This is probably the reason why barrenboy was so nervous and irritable just now.

Or just let him do it? After all, he is the shopkeeper who has been staring at the rehearsal. Otherwise, what's wrong with the official appearanceI'm a copycat. I don't have so much affectation

But

Song Ya was stunned for a moment. In his mind, heaven and man were at war. No matter how good it was to cross the "foundation", he would have to pay 120 points to get the harvest? Otherwise, he may not have fulfilled the seven-year contract of motura until now, and can only make money in other fields by apocalypse. No, he may be dragged back to the gang quagmire directly by little Lori or Sinaloa, or be killed by Hollywood, or eaten and wiped out by the black hearted politicians like Underwood and Peter flock.

I still have some personal abilities, right?

At least in front of the musicians and barenboy to prove themselves a little bit, right?

Although there is no absolute sound sense and no professional conductor training, is it really necessary to lie on the shoulders of barenboy and the giant of apocalypse? Playing music for six years

Just now, the chief violinist also said that barrenboy was under great pressure recently. He didn't have time and was tired of spending more energy to help himself with the dessert. He had done enough.

And using his version of the master score of the apocalypse in his mind, is it not schizophrenic to rehearse this month with a high intensity?

The tip of the pen touched the paper, and there was a rustling sound in the rehearsal room.

Sitting behind the red Chinese drum group, Shakira noticed that the man's expression became more and more focused, and his eyes became more and more confident. Although she did not bet on herself even once, she was extremely charming She put her legs together.

Unknowingly, fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door on time.

"Mike." Song Ya continued to work without lifting his eyelids.

Mike, who had already checked out, opened the door, and the musicians swarmed in. There was a little noise. Some people talked about interesting things in life in a low voice, and some quietly went to their own places and sat down.

"One minute, thank you."

Just now, the conductor of the Jazz Orchestra in the Apocalypse movie is much more mean than Barron Boyle. Song Ya still doesn't look up and says something like that guy's tone.

Not so arrogant, of course.

In the rehearsal room, all the voices were extinguished. At once, there was a mixed but not disorderly and short music score flipping, as well as the trial sound of plucking strings and playing wind music.

Even the backup musicians of the top orchestras are top-notch, and all of a sudden they return to silence.

Song Ya turned his head and looked at the clock on the wall behind him. There were only a few seconds left for one minute's request. "OK, let's go through all of them first." When the second hand was on twelve o'clock, he raised his baton

The violinists' chin is close to the body, their bows are on the string, their heads are fixed on themselves, the orchestra is in full swing, and the drummer's mallet is hovering in the air.

"No, how can you get back..."

Song Ya suddenly found that the fat musician who had just been scolded by barenboy and ran away with tears was sitting on the fifth table of the cello department. He almost hurt his own people to set up a failure, "forget it." Don't worry about him, wait until he plays and listen carefully.

"I may Please remind me then. "

Before waving the baton, he pointed to his ears and told the chief violinist that he might not be able to distinguish some of the minor mistakes of the musicians.

The chief violinist nodded solemnly.

“1234……”

Song Ya took a deep breath, counted four beats, the baton jumped in the air in an arc, the colorful movement played.

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