Thousands of people stared at Wang Qian without blinking.
Professor Dawson listened to Taylor's translation, stared at Wang Qian and said softly: "Taylor, you just lied."
Taylor smiled awkwardly, his eyes not leaving Wang Qian, and said apologetically: "Professor, I'm sorry!"
Dawson asked, "So what were you thinking about just now?"
Taylor didn’t hold back this time: “I’m thinking he should focus on the piano.”
Dawson smiled: "Your true thoughts are also very beautiful. If he focuses on pop music in the future, it will be a loss to the world piano field."
Carl said softly: "He is a little arrogant."
When composing on the spot, I was indeed a bit arrogant and did not take the musicians, even the pianists and piano geniuses, seriously.
It's so arbitrary.
Peng Donghu whispered to Yang Jiansen, "What does he want to do? Isn't he giving a lecture?"
Yang Jiansen: “He might want to tell us about his creative experience!”
Peng Donghu nodded without saying anything!
…
Murong Yue smiled at Jiang Yu beside her and said, "If he can compose a complete piano piece that matches the theme he mentioned now!"
Jiang Yu interrupted her directly: "That's impossible..."
Murong Yue: "What if?"
Jiang Yu said seriously: "Then he is God!"
Murong Yue: "Hehe..."
As the two of them talked, their eyes never left Wang Qian on the stage.
…
Wang Qian sat in front of the piano, pressed his fingers twice on the keys, produced unconscious notes, closed his eyes, brewed his inner emotions for a while, put himself into that emotion, then slowly opened his eyes and whispered into the microphone on the piano: "Start with a high note, then lower the tone..."
Dangdangdang…
Ding ding ding…
A crisp sound was heard.
Wang Qian closed his eyes again, and stopped talking, his hands jumping gently back and forth on the piano keys.
One note after another followed.
One voice after another resounded throughout the venue.
The scene remained quiet, with only the notes from the piano echoing in everyone's ears.
Dawson, Taylor and others also slowly closed their eyes and tried to feel the notes played by Wang Qian.
He Chaohui, Qin Xuerong, Jiang Yu, Murong Yue and others also closed their eyes and pricked up their ears to listen...
Notes flow out one by one.
A picture gradually became clear in their minds.
It was as if I was in a bright and sacred church, praying softly to God, expressing my good wishes and my expectations for happiness.
The girl's sunshine, girl's sorrow, girl's tenderness and girl's happiness are all displayed vividly and clearly in it, making people want to be in it!
Qin Xuerong was especially impressed, as if she were right there in the story, with tears of happiness even streaming down her face.
Taylor was extremely shocked, as if he had discovered a huge treasure. A tear fell from the corner of his eye, and his hands were clenched tightly together, feeling a little excited.
Dawson appeared much calmer, but he also kept his eyes closed, and tapped one hand gently on the other. He occasionally muttered to himself, using professional terms such as "flat key" and "variation"!
Everyone who loves music and piano is deeply moved at this moment.
Wang Qian looked very happy, and his hands stroked the piano keys as if he was caressing his dearest lover. Every note was full of emotion and infected everyone.
When he played the last note, he was immersed in that emotion for a full minute before coming out of it.
The whole place is still quiet!
Wang Qian picked up the microphone and said softly, "Thank you. This is my creative process! This piece of music is my nineteenth etude. However, because of the relationship between Taylor and Xue Rong, I named it Girl's Prayer."
boom…
The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited.
Dawson was the first to stand up, his face flushed with excitement. He clapped his hands crazily with unprecedented strength, and murmured in a low voice: "Wonderful, wonderful. This is the most wonderful live performance I have ever seen..."
Taylor also stood up. Without wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, his eyes were shining as he stared at Wang Qian, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world.
There were two lines of tears on Qin Xuerong's face. She was so excited that she wanted to cry, but also so happy that she wanted to laugh, so her expression was a little weird. Her pretty face was flushed, and her hands were clapping with all her strength.
Yang Jiansen, Peng Donghu, He Chaohui, Jiang Yu, and Murong Yue stared at everyone and asked them to stand up and applaud wildly!
The host standing not far from Wang Qian even walked up to him excitedly and couldn't help but give him a hug. Then he realized something was wrong and said into the microphone: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm too excited, I'm too excited, I really like this song so much, I can't help but want to hug you, please forgive me!"
Wang Qian smiled warmly and shook his head gently, "It's okay, thank you all for your love. Director Yang asked me to give a lecture, but I don't think there's much to say. You are all professional teachers, talented students, and master pianists from home and abroad. You are all very mature in technique. What I can tell you is that you must be attentive when it comes to music creation and performance!"
“Feel the world with your heart, feel your emotions with your heart, feel the people around you with your heart, and touch the piano with your heart! The piano is alive; music is alive, too.”
Snap, snap, snap…
Applause rang out again!
Everyone present felt that what Wang Qian said was very good.
Especially the last sentence!
The piano is alive; music is also alive.
After Wang Qian finished speaking, he bowed slightly to the applauding audience, smiled and greeted them, then walked off the stage.
but.
Professor Dawson stood up and said, "Sir, could you please play the piece you just played again? Etude No. 19, The Girl's Prayer. I really want to hear you play it again!"
Yang Jiansen didn't want Wang Qian to finish his performance so soon, so he quickly agreed, "Yes, Mr. Wang Qian, please play again. We want to hear you play again!"
The host took the microphone and said loudly: "Do you want to listen to Mr. Wang Qian's performance of the girl's prayer again?"
Everyone shouted in unison: "Yes!"
Jiang Yu and Murong Yue both shouted loudly: "I want to!"
Chen Xiaowen, who was standing in the last row, put all her strength into it, put her hands to her mouth to make a trumpet shape, and shouted with a red face: "I want to!"
Wang Qian had just taken two steps when he stopped. Facing the gazes of thousands of people, he showed no stage fright or discomfort. He was calm, smiled, and shrugged gently: "Okay, since Professor Dawson, Director Yang, and everyone else want to listen again, I will play it again. In fact, I may not remember the song I just played because I just improvised it. I will try my best."
After saying.
Wang Qian turned around and sat down in front of the piano again.
The host applauded first.
Everyone else also applauded again!
While Yang Jiansen was clapping, he told the college staff behind him, "Go check if the machine is normal. The entire process today must be recorded accurately without any mistakes."
The staff member agreed and immediately left his seat to check the machine.
Wang Qian sat in front of the piano, closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then his hands began to dance like elves again.
One after another, lively notes jumped out.
The familiar feeling just now once again entered everyone's ears and even their hearts!
A world-class performance.
A world-famous masterpiece!
Perfectly invaded everyone's heart.
Dawson did not close his eyes this time. He looked at Wang Qian, tapped his hands gently, and whispered, "Incredible. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it!"
Taylor nodded gently. "Me too. This piece of music is really great. It's my favorite piece so far. It seems to be tailor-made for me! I have a concert in North America next month, and I must play this piece. I'll ask him after it's over."
Mike said hastily, “Then I will definitely go to your performance.”
Taylor ignored Mike, staring at Wang Qian with his eyes, trying his best to exclude other sounds and remember every note Wang Qian threw out.
…
Peng Donghu, who was beside Yang Jiansen, whispered, "Old Yang, you must make a copy of today's video for me!"
Yang Jiansen said softly: "This is precious historical information unique to our college. It is to be stored in the glorious history of the college and cannot be given away casually."
Peng Donghu rolled his eyes: "Don't give me that, just tell me your conditions!"
Yang Jiansen: "If you don't invite Wang Qian to teach at your college, I will agree to copy it for you."
Peng Donghu immediately turned his head and ignored Yang Jiansen: "Then you keep it. I will invite Wang Qian to our college so that we can have more precious and complete videos at any time."
Yang Jiansen: "Haha, that depends on your ability!"
Peng Donghu: "Don't be so confident. There is also He Chaohui! Don't forget that He Chaohui has a better relationship with Mr. Wang Qian. Maybe they have already made an appointment."
Yang Jiansen: "No matter what, I will let Mr. Wang Qian teach at Moyin, even if he is just a position holder and does not come. I can even give him my position."
Peng Donghu: “…”
…
Murong Yue smiled at Jiang Yu beside her and asked, "What do you feel?"
Jiang Yu spoke the truth: "I am touched, happy, and sad!"
Murong Yue: "I'm not asking you how you feel about the song, I'm asking you if you think Wang Qian is amazing?"
Jiang Yu nodded: "Great! It's better than you and I can imagine! This piece of music can be said to be written specifically for us female pianists. I like it very much."
Murong Yue: "Do you think he created it on the spot?"
Jiang Yu thought about it for a while and said, "I don't know. I think he may have had some ideas before, and combined with some inspiration on the spot, he created this song. Of course, it is also possible that he had already created it before and said so deliberately today. However, no matter what, as long as this song was created by him, it does not affect his achievement at all!"
Murong Yue: "Xue Rong is such a happy girl! Why didn't Wang Qian ask me just now?"
Jiang Yu glanced at Murong Yue, then continued to listen to the music seriously!
…
soon!
Wang Qian's performance ended.