Chapter 1057

After all, it's only a short piece of more than three minutes. A top conductor nanny led the orchestra through the early stage. Now the band's performance level is quite high, and song Ya can't find any flaws.

Just now, the brain has entered into a wonderful tunnel effect because of too much concentration to find out the problem. In the hearing and visual field, only a narrow area centered on the voice part is left in the hearing and visual field. The periphery of the region becomes very fuzzy, as if it disappeared from the world.

Soon the ensemble came to an abrupt end, and all the musicians looked up at themselves.

“Emm……” Song Ya touched his chin and pretended to think. In fact, he was delaying time to get rid of that feeling.

All the people were waiting in silence, only the tiny drip was heard in their ears.

He knew that it was the trumpeter who took the opportunity to press the water release button to drain the saliva blown into the trumpet body and the telescopic tube to prepare for the next playing.

"You."

Something had to be done, arms around his chest, and he went to the fat cellist, and the other side immediately turned pale again, "from the 18th bar." Song Ya orders.

The fat bugler quickly turned the music score in front of him to the page of eighteen bars, "123..." Given a beat, the fat man accurately plays the melody alone.

“OK。”

After listening to a few bars of solo, he signaled that the fat man could stop. Then he smacked his head for a few seconds. "I don't hear anything wrong. What about you?" He asked with a smile the chief violinist who should help.

The other musicians chuckled and the chief violinist shook his head with a smile.

The fat man took a long breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

After this episode, the depressing atmosphere in the rehearsal room was completely relaxed, and young musicians began to move their bodies or play with musical instruments.

I don't have the confidence and authority to treat them as harshly as Barron Boyle or the Jazz conductor in Apocalypse just now, at least not when they don't get hold of it.

There is no synthesizer, no modern equipment, pure hard technology, so many people here, who can teach themselves.

The competition among the top orchestras is also very fierce. He remembers that he met several young trumpeters invited to accompany the band when he recorded trumpets a few years ago. At that time, he was the backup of the orchestra. However, he did not see any familiar faces today, and he did not hear that they got official positions later, which should have been cruelly eliminated.

In short, the European invention of this industry model is naturally hierarchical, with the chief and the second ranking next. Every time the musicians move a small position forward, they make a big step forward in their career, and vice versa. Generally speaking, there will be no cynics.

The strength of the team is certainly no problem, and the coordination degree of babayetu after rehearsal for so long is no problem. Then only fine-tuning according to the original tune of apocalypse is left. Otherwise, the effect of playing cannot match what you think in your mind, which will bring great trouble to the command work in the future.

"OK, next I need your voice to be clearer and more prominent."

Song yatiao, who plays the sandhammer, gives an order, "let's start with the first bar..."

123…… He read the beat and waved the baton.

The sand hammer began to shake.

"No, no, it's more powerful, er How to describe it? Let's do it again, 1234... "

There will not be any insinuation, and soon the other party will adjust to song Ya's satisfaction. He closed his eyes and compared with the original song in his head and nodded his approval.

The rehearsal went on smoothly, and the time went by quietly.

"OK, let's go over it again."

In the middle of the second ensemble, barenboy quietly returned to the rehearsal room and stayed for only a few seconds. Song ya did not notice because there was no time for distraction in the conductor.

Probably hearing the change, like the more prominent sound of the sand hammer, barenboy walked away with a straight face.

Song Ya heard the sound of closing the door and turned around to see his back.

"OK, take a fifteen minute break."

When the ensemble is over, "Mr. barenboy!" Song Ya ran out quickly and ran after him in the corridor. "I'm sorry, I made some changes privately..."

"No, the music you write is of course best performed in the way you like."

Barrenboy didn't laugh, but he wasn't really angry. "I have to apologize to you, too. I had a bad attitude before I don't care about things

"I understand that I shouldn't be late or bring irrelevant people."

Song Ya apologized again and asked, "is it the reason for the Christmas concert rehearsal?"

"A lot of things. Forget it. Go back. Don't make them wait too long." Barenboy pointed to the rehearsal room.

"All right, dinner in the evening?"

"Yes."

Song Yamu took him far away. He asked old Mike to call Linda on his mobile phone. He told him to find the best restaurant near the Symphony Center to book a table, and then send some equipment.

Fifteen minutes later, the rehearsal continued, and he continued his fine-tuning.Soon, he finally had a "performance opportunity". The drummer of the Chinese drum was obviously distracted and entered too late.

Because there's a Latin American who's helping with the score.

In a symphony performance, in fact, some musicians spend most of the time sitting dead, such as the harp used in Baba Yetu. However, when it is time for them to "make sound", the sound of the instrument must appear accurately. If the attention is not focused, it is easy to enter early or late.

"Stop!"

Song Ya raised his left hand and made a sharp fist clenching action. The whole group immediately stopped and put their eyes on the drummer.

"What were you doing!? Thinking about life? " Song Ya's heart secretly pleased, went over to stare at him, opened the tie.

"Sorry aplus." The young drummer bowed his head to admit his mistake.

Song Ya takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. The Apocalypse is one of the scenes of the jazz band rehearsal movie.

Shakira Love you oh, he looked at the little girl sitting behind the drummer's side and smiling at his latin girl.

This little turn made the drummer misunderstood, so he was even more frightened, "I won't do it next time." He added.

"What? I didn't hear you. Speak up Song Yaxian raised the volume.

"I won't next time."

"Bigger!" Song Ya suddenly bent over and roared in his ear.

"I won't next time!" The drummer's face twisted and he yelled.

"Well."

The effect was very satisfactory. Song Ya glanced at the other musicians who were silent and walked back to the command position, "let's start afresh, 1234..."

The rehearsal with the chorus in the afternoon will be the closest rehearsal to the actual performance effect. The reason is that the female solo lea saronga can't come, and the Broadway performance task is very heavy. In addition, she does not have many parts in babayetu, so she only takes time to come to Chicago from New York occasionally.

Song Ya announced the end of the rehearsal on time according to the schedule given by barenboy.

The musicians neatly packed up their instruments and belongings and left.

"Hungry?"

Song Yawen holds his waist in his hands.

"Well, you're a real genius, honey." Latin girl star eye.

"Well, I know, a lot of people say that."

Song Ya took him and continued to study the conductor's score. Of course, he knew that he was not a genius. However, when he came to the stage of being a conductor of a top orchestra's concert, he had to spare no effort to make up for his weakness.

Shakira did not disturb him any more. They stayed quietly for a while. Linda personally brought a set of professional recording and radio equipment.

"It's right here. It's in the opposite direction..."

Song Ya arranged the position of the microphone, then put the music score and other documents into the bag. "Linda, will you accompany us to the restaurant?"

"OK." Linda, who is in charge of the reservation, agrees, "who are they at noon?"

"South African singer, chorus conductor, chief violinist, and maybe some other people in the band, I have an appointment."

Song Ya replied. Conductor is a position that needs overall planning ability. The main function of conductor is to guide the orchestra to achieve artistic goals in rehearsal. No one will try to imagine how to play Super normally on the spot. After rehearsing, the problem will be solved naturally. When performing on stage, the musicians will not focus on the baton to decide how to play. Only before the voice part on the score performs Wait until you need to see the commander.

So communication is also very important, pull the relationship is their strength.

“hujambo！”

The group went to the nearby French restaurant. The South African male singer had already been waiting for him. He was not the most famous national treasure singer in South Africa, but his age was at the peak of his voice and professional level.

"What?" Song Ya knew he was greeting himself, but he didn't understand.

"Swahili, hello." Linda whispered a reminder.

"Er Ha ha, I didn't respond for a moment, hujambo

"Say sijambo when responding to a greeting..." Linda said.

Say it all at once, really! Song Ya glanced at Linda wrongly and wiped the sweat on her forehead, "sijambo, sijambo..."

Other guests have come in succession. Work is work, life is life. After work, everyone will not talk about music. The atmosphere is very relaxed.

After eating, song Ya mentioned that he went back to the rehearsal room, because there were two high school chorus groups, one from the public school he had studied before, and the other from the private one who later transferred to. The leading teachers were all old acquaintances.

"Aplus, long time no see."

White female music teachers in public high schools are more affectionate, "remember when we were..." She looks a little older and hugs when she meets.

"How can I forget that I can be today because I was cared by you when I was in the school orchestra..."

Under the adoring eyes of middle school students and boys, song Ya said with a smile, "if you hadn't lent me a tape recorder and utility room, I wouldn't have produced a demo from a second-hand store. It's really hard to say what my life would be like...""Well!" The female teacher choked with relief.

"Hey, boy!" At this time, a familiar voice sounded nearby.

Mr. Song, the vice president of beer, was a man with red belly Sir, how do you... " Shake hands with each other.

"I..." Tao's vice president pointed out that the business chorus, which had already come in for less than half of the people, were old and old women.

"Oh, so you're also the funder of the renovation here?" Song Yayi pats the forehead.

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