Although the female judge was only joking, it also made Qi Mu wonder whether to laugh or cry. When he officially started playing, even Qi Mu himself didn't realize it, so he became a little more serious.
Even though Mr. Swell has always stated that he really didn't speak to Qi Mu before today, the joke of the female judge really got into Qi Mu's heart. Only he himself knows that he really "goes through the back door"—
I learned from Min Chen that Mr. Swell's favorite repertoire is not a kind of back door
"The Devil's Horn of a Boy" is one of the representative works of the famous German composer Gustav Mahler in the 19th century. It is a piece composed for the poetry collection of the same name by the German poet Brentano. The recital will use such a singing-style repertoire, but since Qi Mu has chosen, he is naturally well-prepared.
No musician in the world, no matter how good he is, can really master all music. Qi Mu only practiced this song "Magic Horn of a Teenager" for a few weeks when she first entered the Geneva Academy, and she never had the chance to touch it again.
When he saw the handsome and beautiful young man put the long bow lightly on the strings, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then the soft sound of music slowly flowed out from the holes of the piano. The sound seemed to sound from the distant horizon, sliding across the rippling Rhine River, passing the call from afar.
This piece of music played by Qi Mu is "The Devil's Corner" 4. "Legend of the Rhine", which is usually sung by a mellow and loud soprano in formal performances, and the violin accompaniment of this piece plays a kind of role. The role of harmony, rendering out the beautiful and moving artistic conception of the legend of the Rhine.
The whole piece is just over three minutes long, and the difficulty is not too high, but this seemingly simple piece has different effects when played by different people.
Among Mahler's compositions, Alan Swell prefers this "Juvenile's Magic Horn" in addition to several well-known symphonies. As a world-class conductor, Mr. Swell thinks he has heard a lot of "The Devil's Horn of the Young", but very few people will play this "Legend of the Rhine".
Less, but that doesn't mean he hasn't heard of it.
The principal violinist of the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra, Kedoori Sterlien, once played this "Legend of the Rhine", and Mr. Swell has to admit that, in terms of the technical effect of the performance, Kodoorie's The performance, coupled with the singing of the world-class soprano musician, is so much better than the scene in front of me.
But, somehow, Swell felt that the young man was playing... it wasn't any worse than Ketori.
If Kedoori played the most natural "Legend of the Rhine", then this young man played the melodious "Legend of the Rhine".
This is also easy to understand. Without this vast stage and cooperating orchestras and musicians, it is absolutely impossible for Qi Mu to express his grandeur. Originally, when Qi Mu was practicing last night, she had thought about how she would perform this folk song without her companions.
He thought about this problem for a long time, and finally came up with a reluctant solution, which made Qi Mu very dissatisfied. But just as he was driving to the music festival venue this morning, Qi Mu was pondering with his eyes down, when he suddenly heard a low-mellow and elegant voice sounding from the side.
"Do you like listening to opera?"
Qi Mu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the man beside him in surprise. I saw Min Chen calmly flipping through a music magazine with no special expression, he seemed to be just asking casually.
After thinking for a while, Qi Mu replied, "The opera is pretty good too, but... I don't listen to much."
Qi Mu was also right. Although his adoptive father and mother's family were not poor, they were not rich. After he entered the piano shop, he often did some odd jobs to make money by himself. After saving money, he would buy a concert ticket, but he rarely listened to operas.
As for the subsequent death of his adoptive parents and his admission to the Geneva Academy, he was so busy that he even had to make time to listen to concerts, and there was no time to listen to operas. So although Qi Mu was not disgusted with opera, he didn't feel anything special either.
Hearing this, Min Chen nodded lightly, he closed the thick music magazine and turned his head to look at Qi Mu. The sunlight shone through the clean glass of the taxi, and Qi Mu seemed to see a little reflection on Min Chen's left index finger, but he didn't pay any more attention.
"There are still some differences between opera and symphony. The main part of opera is singing, and the performance of the orchestra must be served by the lead singer. From a certain point of view, opera and symphony poetry are somewhat overlapping." When he said this, Min Chen Suddenly stopped, looked at Qi Mu with deep eyes, and asked, "What do you think is the difference between them?"
Qi Mu was stunned for a moment, he frowned slightly and thought for a while, then asked tentatively, "The main body?"
"What about their similarities?"
As soon as these words landed, Qi Mu seemed to clear the clouds and suddenly understood: "narrative!"
In the quiet and spacious concert hall, the young man's short three-minute piano sound has ended, but he still seems to be wandering in the venue. Mr. Alan Swell, who was sitting in the middle of the jury's seat, rarely restrained his smile, frowning and thinking about something.
Qi Mu was not in a hurry, just smiled and looked at the world-class conductor.
After a long time, Mr. Swell sighed softly and said, "I feel that I have a good sense of pitch, and even in terms of mastering the melody and rhythm, I can also say something cheeky... I can still master it. But Qi Mu, this "Legend of the Rhine" of yours only changed a few subtle rhythms, but I always felt that it made a big difference."
There was a slight smile in Mr. Swell's blue eyes. He looked at Qi Mu and said, "I thought about it just now. Did you change this short piece... in the direction of a symphonic poem?"
Qi Mu naturally knew that it was impossible for such a small change to escape Alan Swell's ears. Although this master is not one of the four major conductors in the world, he is also a person who is infinitely close to that level.
Qi Mu nodded lightly and said, "Yes, Mr. Swell."
After getting a positive answer, Mr. Swell nodded with a smile, and said, "Your modification makes this piece more suitable for performance. It is indeed a good idea, and the modification is also very good. Did you think it yourself?"
Qi Mu replied with a smile: "The specific change was improvised by me while I was waiting to play. As for this idea, it was... a friend of mine, gave me some advice." Qi Mu subconsciously concealed Min Chen's thoughts. Identity, he remembered that Min Chen had said before that he didn't want to reveal his identity.
After listening to Qi Mu's explanation, Mr. Swell smiled and said: "Your friend is also a very talented person, well, I have decided on your result, it is 'stay'. Wait until all the players have performed all the performances. After the end, there will be staff to announce the final result."
After hearing this, Qi Mu bowed earnestly and walked off the stage.
What he didn't know was that behind him, Mr. Swell's smile gradually disappeared. He looked at the tall and handsome young man meaningfully, and whispered to himself: "Change the opera into symphonic poetry. ... I've heard of this kind of idea somewhere..."
Qi Mu had just walked out of the square when he saw the figure standing in the crowd.
Min Chen was looking down at the text on a celebrity column, wearing only a black custom-made long coat, and the wide brim of his hat covered most of his face. He looked very intently, and when Qi Mu walked up to him, he didn't seem to notice.
Qi Mu turned his head to look at the celebrity column, but his eyes froze when he saw the words on it.
Qi Mu: "..."
It turns out that you look so serious, you are looking at your own achievements...
Every square in the music festival town looked very similar. While waiting for the competition, Qi Mu was not in the mood to look at the surrounding environment. Naturally, he didn't notice that this square was actually where they had been on the first day - standing there. The square in the celebrity column of Mr. Auston Bertram, the chief conductor of Park Love.
In fact, when Qi Mu came to him, Min Chen had already noticed his figure, but he did not turn his eyes away, and still carefully studied the words on the celebrity column.
After a while, he seemed to have discovered something, and Min Chen suddenly raised his eyes and said solemnly: "The person who chooses the music is really not professional enough. I performed at the Sydney Opera House on October 30 last year, not in October. 29th."
"..." After a long silence, Qi Mu couldn't help but ask, "Maybe the person who selected the music and the person who wrote the text... are not the same person?"
Min Chen: "..."
It was obvious that the surrounding air seemed to drop a few degrees, and Qi Mu walked to the edge of the square with Min Chen, dumbfounded. It didn't take long for the performances of the last dozens of people to be completed. Obviously, there were only ten musicians left, but the people in the square did not decrease at all—
Because they also want to know at the first time, who can get this opportunity to play with the New York Philharmonic Orchestra.
Qi Mu picked up his piano case and stood up, waiting for the final result to be announced. This time, it was not the jury who came out of the concert hall. The official staff of the music festival came out with a microphone. The good-looking staff stood directly in the center of the square—beside the celebrity column, and cleared his throat.
"Hong Kong City Ocean Music Festival welcomes all visitors. Today, the temporary recruitment competition of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra has its final results. There are many strong players present, and the comments from the judges and teachers are also very intense. So now, I will announce the competition. the final result.”
This beautiful little girl also seemed to know that it is a very bad thing to make people lose their appetite. She spoke fluent English and said: "Today, I finally got the opportunity to perform on the same stage with Niu Ai because of the performance of "Legend of the Rhine" Mr. Qi Mu!"
"Qi Mu...? Sounds like a Chinese."
"I've never heard of this name, is it a dark horse?"
…
As soon as the staff's words came to the fore, everyone present began to look for the lucky one, but Qi Mu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the whole person also relaxed at once.
In fact, Qi Mu could already guess the result. There were very few professionals present, mostly amateurs. Even if there are professionals, Qi Mu has not seen a familiar face, so there is not much challenge.
Qi Mu's only concern is how to do his best.
"Mr. Qi Mu, if you are still present, please come forward and register your contact information. The professionals of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra will contact you directly."
Without being too pretentious, Qi Mu walked directly to the staff member with the piano case, intending to register his contact information. When the people around saw him walking forward, they all stared at Qi Mu with sizing eyes, while Qi Mu stepped forward calmly.
What's more, just when he was about to touch the information card in the hands of the staff, an abrupt voice suddenly sounded: "How is this possible?! I am the backup violin team of the Mertley Symphony Orchestra, how could this Chinese person beat me? ?!"
There was a sudden silence in the arena, and everyone looked at the brown-haired white man who spoke angrily in surprise.
I saw the latter blushing angrily, walking in the direction of Qi Mu and the staff step by step, saying as he walked, "I will be able to straighten up next year, how could this little-known Chinese person defeat me? I Dissatisfied, did he come in by cheating from your port city officials?" When he said this, the man deliberately added the word "Huaxia".
This is already very serious, and the staff member's face is also cold.
On the other hand, Qi Mu looked calm. He looked up and down the impulsive white man and asked, "Why... do you think it is impossible for Hua Xia people to defeat you, this gentleman?"
The man glared at Qi Mu fiercely, while Qi Mu raised his eyes and looked at him calmly.
I saw the man sneered: "Where can there be any good classical musicians in places like Huaxia? Even if you are a member of the Huaxia Philharmonic Orchestra, you are far worse than our Mertley Symphony Orchestra, how could you be different from mine? On a par with the level? You Chinese people have no musical skills at all!"
These words finally made Qi Mu change his face completely.
Qi Mu reluctantly suppressed his anger, and let out a sneer from his nose, aggravating his tone, and said with a bad expression: "Sir, do you know what you were talking about?"
The racial discrimination engraved in his bones would not be disturbed by Qi Mu's words at all. The man said disdainfully, "Could it be that there are other music masters among you Chinese? I have never heard of any of you producing anything. A great character. The Chinese themselves do not have this kind of elegant music, you Chinese..."
"I really... don't seem to be a master?"
A low and magnetic male voice suddenly sounded from the crowd, as mellow and beautiful as a cello. Obviously the sound was not loud, but it made everyone present startled, and subconsciously looked at the person who made the sound.
I saw that where the crowd met, a tall and tall man gently took off the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. He walked calmly in the direction of the white man, every step was steady, with an innate nobility.
When approaching the white man, the handsome and indifferent man took off the black velvet hard hat with one hand, raised his left hand on his chest, and gave a polite gentleman's salute.
There was no change in expression on that stern face like a knife, Min Chen looked at this completely stupid white man calmly and indifferently, and said in a flat tone: "As a Chinese, I may... and it really is nothing. Master."