Chapter 1071

“APLUS！ Most of them have just started, and there is still plenty of time.

After a few seconds of self pity for the mirror, he turned his eyes back to the conductor's score and baton on on the table. These two things must be kept with him, especially the conductor's score. Otherwise, he might be embarrassed on stage.

"Go and have a look?" Asked the South African singer.

"OK."

They took their belongings and went to the rehearsal room. The children of the chorus had changed their costumes. Most of the students in Nancheng public middle school were black and dressed in colorful African style. About two thirds of the private school they went to later were white. Their costumes were Greek robes? At that time, the stylist produced a very good effect picture, but when it was made, it felt a little incoherent. It didn't matter. In order not to be too clear-cut, the children of the two schools would be placed in rows apart.

The other two choirs, both semi professional and amateur, were black dresses and black skirts.

Even if there are teachers to maintain order, the children are still noisy, and the old men and women are socializing.

"Don't worry about aplus. I promise you're safe." "Do you want to make a speech?" the chorus conductor asked with a smile

"No, don't lose this."

There was no pressure on him when he was about to take the stage. Song Ya waved the conductor's general score and told him that each of them had his own black skin Song Score, and he would sing in his hand.

For more than three minutes, the rehearsal time of Baba Yetu is enough. There are few words in the main prayer text. If it is in English, everyone will recite it. But now people who don't know Swahili are needed to sing it.

He went to the place where the musicians stayed. They all sat around a piano without leaving their instrument box and score. There was a small TV in the room. PBS was broadcasting the new year's concert live. From time to time, the lens showed the governors and mayors in the front row, as well as South African envoys and other unknown political and business celebrities.

They looked silently, and the young musicians' eyes showed longing.

Baronboy is not as passionate as some conductors, but he is not elegant. His actions are fast, concise and full of strength. Song Ya has known this for a long time. When rehearsing the game of power, he felt that he was like a quiet lion. He had no doubt about his control. He was the only king in the court.

In fact, during a certain period of rehearsal, I would unconsciously start shaking my head when I was conducting. This was not out of any desire for expression, but I really enjoyed it. When every note of the whole band flowed out one by one according to my previous ideas, that kind of satisfaction and satisfaction led to

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, No He said in his heart, "I'm a baronboy..."

"Twenty minutes to go." After a while, someone came to remind me again.

"OK, we're all ready."

Song Ya clapped his hands, and the musicians began to move. They took out their instruments, asked for a B-flat pitch for the piano, and then concentrated on debugging.

"No one lost his score, did he?"

With ten minutes to go, Sonya checked for the last time, and then had lea saronga called out and led the team to the hallway.

The backstage space is not enough. The chorus of more than 100 people are crowded in front of them, and they have to make way for half of the passageway.

"Don't be nervous." Leia saronga, who was used to the big scene, laughed.

Damn it, I wasn't nervous, but I was a little nervous when you said that, "little thing, I got 80000 people at my concert in Mexico City." Song Ya is shaking his legs and bragging.

But in fact, I don't know why. I was even more worried than when I went to the night club opposite old Joe's records for the first time. Oh, why is everything so difficult for the first time? Looking down at the short Asian girl beside her, maybe because of her long-term cooperative relationship with Schoenberg, she didn't feel very cold about her sketch. She even felt that she regretted taking Baba Yetu. She had less singing and no difficulty. She had to travel between New York and Chicago.

"Hum, I pay generously for the performance." He comforted himself.

"Crash!"

The music on the stage in front of him stopped suddenly, and then there was thunderous applause. After a long time, he knew that it meant that it was over there, and he swallowed his mouth subconsciously.

"To your father's appearance."

The light in the auditorium lights up, and sherifen wakes up the sleeping little Robb, "come on, stand up and clap together." Barenboy was leading the orchestra to the curtain call. She taught her son to stand up and applaud.

"Not bad."

Old Barnen in the hall below gave a rare compliment.

"Christmas Concert followed by new year's concert. Barrenboy has worked hard this year." Old friends applauded warmly.

"Have a rest."

After barenboy left, the stage lights dimmed. After listening to the symphony for more than an hour, the audience took the opportunity to relax and go to the bathroom. Old Barnen took out his cigar from his arms, lit it up, and went out with his old friends to find a place to smoke.Jesse Holmes, who was resting at home in North Carolina, was watching PBS, but had just put down his cigar. "Get my checkbook!" He called his wife.

"Don't you like this Jew?" His wife handed him the checkbook and asked, "he said he sympathized with our enemies."

"But this old theater really needs to be renovated."

He filled in the check book with a number and signed it. Before he could tear it off, he saw PBS giving subtitles. The next track, Baba Yetu, Conductor: aplus.

"What the hell..."

As soon as he had enjoyed Brahms' good mood, he tore up the newly signed check and threw it into the trash can. Then he picked up the remote control and planned to change channels. He saw the next subtitle, "Baba Yetu, our heavenly Father, created by aplus, a young musician, according to the Swahili prayer."

Do you want to change it? Forget it, or continue to watch it, anyway, other stations are a mess of cultural garbage.

In the corridor, song Ya hears the footsteps and the suppressed conversation, and plays the most part for dozens of minutes, which is very exhausting for both the musician and the conductor. Barenboy, who starts to step down, is full of sweat and wipes with a handkerchief. "Aplus, I'll see you later."

"No problem."

"OK..."

Barenboy was not interested in talking, so he waved his hand back to take a break.

The line on my side starts to move forward slowly. The children and the old people in front of them should stand on the stage chorus stage first, then the musicians and singers will take their places. They have to wait until the stage light is on and the last one will appear. Don't worry.

"WTF?"

when old Barnen came back, he also saw the running horse text "babayetu commanding aplus" on the electronic display screen on the side of the concert hall, indignantly scolding: "how much sponsorship fee did the Symphony Center charge the black upstart? No face for renovation work? "

"Shh!" His wife immediately stopped her husband from shouting.

"Let's go outside and wait." He didn't want to see or hear. He called his old friend.

"Wait, who is that?" From the crowd on the dark stage, the old friend recognized Tao's vice president, who was looking for his position. "Why is he here?"

"How do I know?"

"Is this the one that aplus came to sing in our church last time?"

The old friend recognized more familiar faces in the group of old and old women, and was not calm for a moment, "that is to say, we should have stood on the top and they were watching from below? Is it like this, Barney? Shxt！”

The audience looked around one after another, and mayor Daley in the front row also looked back. This time, it was his wife's turn to stop her husband from swearing.

The people in the corridor are almost gone, and his ears are gradually quiet. Song Ya is more and more nervous. He keeps stroking the conductor's score under his armpit. The South African singer can see this, but he has no time to say anything more. He claps his arm and walks onto the stage.

Song Ya fainted and groggy followed him to the stage. Fortunately, he was blocked by a staff member who raised his hand to prevent him from making jokes in advance.

Looking from the side, he saw Alicia in the first row, with Peter and two children beside him, as well as the South African ambassador and other people who just appeared in the TV picture. They should all be on the second floor, and they can't see it by themselves. The previous broadcast lens will not focus on the box audience who needs more privacy.

The noise in the concert hall gradually dissipated, the audience had returned to their seats, and then the stage lights came on again, and the staff's hands were lowered.

Can't hide, he made a fierce heart, forced to squeeze out a smile, went out.

"When you get to one-third of the stage, you bow to the stage, then wave and go on..."

I recited the things I had recited for nearly a month, and then I did them in turn.

But there was no applause for barrenboy. There were also, scattered, whistling in the back row, and a certain audience in the front row coughed loudly (by old Barnes).

The faces under the stage became more and more blurred in his eyes, his brain was gradually blank, and the world was a chaotic feeling.

Before it started, I felt my back began to sweat.

After making his last bow, he turned back and put the conductor's score on the conductor's rack. Damn it, he forgot to hug the singer. He went to hug the South African singer and Leia saronga. The audience gave her more applause than he did.

What else? Oh, he balanced his body on one leg and reached for a handshake with the chief violinist.

The route was out of order, but at last all the work was done.

"He was a little nervous."

David Geffen, a big funder in the art field, has been sitting in the stands outside the box.

Charlie, who was with him, had no experience of watching symphonies on the spot. She didn't understand it at all. But she was worried about the man, so she looked at Mila beside Doug Morris on the other side.Mila also heard David Geffen's comments. She put her head out and focused on her ex boyfriend on the stage. Her hands holding the railing unconsciously forced her knuckles to turn white.

The lights in the audience were dim.

Song Ya took a deep breath, raised his hands, and made eye contact with the voice parts. Then he counted the beat silently, and the baton jumped up in the air again.

The bowstring of violinists rose like a forest of guns, "woo hoo, woo..." Leia saronga sings.

Rehearsal, rehearsal! Song Ya didn't know if he had made any mistakes, but the music was shown in strict accordance with the rehearsal effect. The taste of sand hammer was right. The fat cellist did not make mistakes again, nor did the Chinese drum drummer.

Not bad! it 's not bad! He lifted his left hand slowly towards the South African singer.

Babayetu, yetouliye

our father

mbinguiyetu, Yetu

you are in the sky

Amina!

Amen!

Babayetu, Yetu, uliye

our father

jinalakolitukuzwe.

may your name be honored

the unique voice of South African singers is like the wild and boundless Africa.

"Very interesting." Doug Morris, President of universal records, immediately put his eyes on.

A very short sketch, professionals just smack the taste, immediately the next section of the chorus joined in.

Tao's vice president, shaking his head in front of the music score, sings the language he does not understand with the lyrics marked by his favorite onomatopoeia memory. He is very happy in it.

The children opened their arms and sang as they looked up to the ceiling as if they were looking up to God.

The atmosphere unconsciously became sacred.

Song Ya's tension gradually disappeared.

The old conservatives are very familiar with the Lord's prayer. Both PBS and concert hall have simultaneous subtitles. Jesse Holmes and old Barnen's faces are becoming softer and softer.

"It's daddy who is in charge."

Sherifen and Maria Kelly, who are far away from Bedford heights in New York, almost show off to their son.

"African language Lord's prayer, and so many ethnic groups have been asked to play the gospel chorus of political correctness? Emmm……”

David Geffen, a Jew and gay brotherhood bigwig, certainly didn't catch a cold, but he soon understood what Sonya wanted to express beyond music.

Milla turned her head and Charlize to see each other by chance. Their eyes were divided as soon as they touched each other.

Alicia, who is closest to Songya, looks up at his back. Unconsciously, her mouth is up and her eyes are dim.

South Africa's ambassador and reverend William in front of the TV set have been singing with tears in their eyes.

"Twenty years later, twenty years later..." Linda was lost in her heart and cried in tears.

"What in twenty years?" Hally asked at the same level as Charlize, but Linda just shook her head and refused to say more.

Utupeleochakulachetu

our daily diet is given to us today

tunachohitajutusamehe

please pardon

makosayetu, hey!

our sin debt!

Kamanasitunavyowasamehe

just like we don't need

Walliotukoseausitutie

other people's debts

finally, the harpist who sat dead for more than three minutes played a few finishing touches. Song Ya put down his baton and gently pressed his left hand down. The music gradually became low until it was silent.

There was silence for a few seconds, and then there was applause. This time it was very warm.

Really, it felt like the first time I was with Ellie in the recording studio of old Joe's records. Although the result was satisfactory, the process was just at the beginning and ended in a hurry. Song Ya was just about to return to thank him, but the Apocalypse came so untimely that it was still the film about jazz drummers. Fortunately, it has not been set seven times yet

Give me a slow, slow, just go, right away.

He put his hand on the command post and resisted dizziness and slight shaking of his body. Because of the pain of fighting with apocalypse, a tear fell from the corner of his eye and stayed on his face.

"Poof..." Barenboy, who was moistening his throat, spat on the TV.

"It's so pretentious." Alaskay Wassila's office make complaints about his office.

“Hey！ You are not allowed to say that! "

Mayor Sarah Palin took out a tissue and gave it to Cassidy. "His music itself is very moving."

"I knew, I knew, it's all you, it's all you, it's you, Barney!"The old friend stood up and clapped his hands red. At the same time, he stared at the cheery vice president of Dow with envy and hatred, and kept nagging, "this song is not difficult to sing, it's not difficult to sing It's not hard to sing! "

Old Barnen did not dare to say a word wrongly.

"The child At least faith has always been strong, hasn't it? "

Jesse Holmes's wife watched the scene on TV, covering her mouth with tears in her eyes.

Jesse Holmes sighed in silence and picked up the checkbook and pen again.

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