A song "Blue and White Porcelain" conquered Han Sha. Until Song Yan finished playing, she was still immersed in the Jiangnan water town created by Song Yan and the poignant love story.
After a while, Han Sha came back to her senses, looked at Song Yan and said, "So you play the piano so well and you hide it so well!"
"Who told me to be a low-key and meaningful person?" Song Yan said with a stinking look on his face.
"Are you low-key?" Han Sha sneered: "Who in Shengye Middle School doesn't know your name? You bravely assisted the police in arresting a Class A wanted criminal and kicked Teacher Yan to the junior high school. If one day I offend you, you Will you assign me to teach primary school students?"
"Ahem." Song Yan's face turned red. He didn't expect that Teacher Han Sha would say such offensive words.
Suddenly, a sly smile appeared on Han Sha's face, and Song Yan immediately realized that she had been teased by Han Sha.
For a moment, Song Yan's eyes turned a little resentful.
Han Sha, who couldn't stand the look in his eyes, said quickly: "Okay, your fake me is correct, but you must win a championship, otherwise, you will have to wait to clean the toilet."
"No, this is too cruel." Song Yan wailed.
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On the 15th, at nine o'clock in the morning, Song Yan appeared at the vocal music teaching building of the Xiangcheng City Conservatory of Music, where the audition for this piano competition was scheduled.
Downstairs of the vocal music hall, a red banner has been hung. There are two tables under the banner, and a total of four staff from the competition party are there to hand out number plates.
Yesterday, Zheng Yun called and communicated with him. There were about 800 people who signed up for the piano competition, so ten classrooms were arranged for auditions. There were three judges in each classroom. Those who got three votes would directly participate in the preliminary round, and those who got two votes would directly participate in the preliminary round. To be determined.
At the staff office, after Song Yan reported his name and ID number, he received a number plate 7-68.
"7" represents classroom No. 7, and "68" is the sequence number.
The audition started at 9:30. After asking the staff that Classroom 7 was on the 4th floor, Song Yan took the number plate and went straight to the 4th floor.
The door of Classroom 7 was closed, and obviously the judges had not arrived yet. However, most of the contestants had come to wait outside the classroom, plus the friends or family members who accompanied them, so the corridor seemed very crowded.
"Hi, what do you call me buddy? Are you here alone without any friends?" A tall, thin young man with long hair and an ugly appearance took the initiative to greet Song Yan.
"Yes, I'm here alone. My name is Song Yan, what do you call me?" As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person, so Song Yan said politely.
"My name is Xia Xiang, an independent musician. This is my business card." As he spoke, the other party handed over a rather exquisite business card.
"Thank you." Song Yan reached out and took the business card: "However, I am still a student and I don't have a business card."
Xia Xiang was good at chatting, and he was the outspoken type. Song Yan didn't ask, so he took the initiative to talk about himself. According to him, he started practicing piano and playing guitar in high school, and later went to college and joined the He joined the music club and formed a band with several like-minded classmates who shared the same musical dream.
Unfortunately, after graduating from college, due to livelihood constraints, everyone went their separate ways, and the band disbanded.
He was the only one who didn't give up on his music dream. Since the band broke up, he just decided to play on his own, but he didn't get along very well.
He has also participated in many music talent shows in the past two years, and the best one entered the semi-finals. However, because his appearance was not up to standard and his singing skills were not very strong, he has never been able to get ahead. This time I heard that the prize money for the piano competition was very high. It was so lucrative that he was tempted to sign up.
Suddenly, Xia Xiang changed the topic and asked Song Yan: "Are you still in high school?"
"Yeah. I'm in my senior year of high school." Song Yan nodded.
"Which school are you from?" Xia Xiang continued to ask.
"Holy Night High School."
"It's amazing. It's the best middle school in our state. Are you an art candidate?"
"No, I'm a liberal arts student!"
The two chatted and passed the time together. Finally, the staff came to open the door, and then the judges also arrived, two men and one woman.
nine thirty.
The staff came out to announce the start of the audition and asked everyone to keep quiet. Then they asked 701 to enter the classroom to play and 702 to get ready.
701 is a handsome young man about the same age as Song Yan. It is obvious that the other party is a little nervous.
There are no requirements for the repertoire of the audition, just play one of your best songs.
The sound insulation effect of the classroom is not very good. As soon as 701 entered, the sound of piano came from inside. The other party was playing the widely circulated famous song "Little Raindrops". During this period, he also did not stop absorbing all kinds of music. He now has tens of thousands of songs in his mind.
Halfway through the song, Song Yan shook his head secretly. He wondered if the other party was too nervous, and he made no less than five mistakes just halfway through the play.
Sure enough, when 701 walked out of the classroom, he looked downcast. It was obvious that he had failed.
"702 please come in and play." The staff sang loudly.
702 was a fat boy. He came out less than five minutes after entering. His face was full of energy. Everyone thought he had passed. In fact, Song Yan knew from his hearing that he had failed.
The audition went very quickly, and some of the poor performers were stopped by the judges before they finished playing the song. So, by eleven o'clock, they were ranked No. 56. However, the number of people who passed the audition was less than three points. one.
"757 please come in and play."
"It's my turn, I'll go in first." Xia Xiang said confidently to Song Yan, and walked into the classroom with his head held high.
Soon, a melancholy piece of music came to Song Yan's ears from the classroom. Song Yan was a little surprised, because Xia Xiang's playing level was no less than Huang Quan's, and should be at the level of professional level seven.
Sure enough, when Xia Xiang walked out of the classroom, his face became a little more proud.
"Congratulations, Brother Xia." Song Yan smiled.
"Haha, it's just a joke." Xia Xiang waved his hand pretending to be disapproving, and everyone could see the pride in his eyebrows.
Song Yan originally thought that Xia Xiang would leave, but he didn't expect that the other party would have to wait for him to finish participating in the audition before leaving.
When the time came to 11:43, the staff sang Song Yan's number.
"come on!"
Xia Xiang waved his fist at Song Yan.
"Thanks."
Song Yan stepped into the classroom and saluted the three judges.
"Please start playing." The male judge sitting in the middle said calmly.
"good."
Song Yan calmly came to the piano and sat down, placing his hands on the black and white keys. Then, a string of melancholy notes flowed from his fingers, and the three judges' eyes suddenly lit up.
As Song Yan played, the three judges all closed their eyes and immersed themselves in the artistic conception he created.
After the song, the male judge sitting in the middle said with admiration: "You played very well, I passed."
"I'd like to ask, what's the name of your song? Is it original?" The female judge sitting on the right immediately spoke.
"This piece is called "Blue and White Porcelain" and it is an original piece." Song Yan replied.
"Very good. I'm looking forward to your next performance. I'll pass it too."
"I played the music very well and composed the music very well. There is no reason for me to fail." The male judge on the left smiled.
"Thanks."
Song Yan stood up to express her gratitude, glanced at the staff holding the camera, stood up and left the classroom.
"Brother, did you pass?" Xia Xiang came up to him as soon as he walked out of the classroom.
"I passed by luck." Song Yan said with a smile.
So, Song Yan and Xia Xiang went downstairs together. Unexpectedly, they met their aunt and Song Xue unexpectedly when they reached the third floor. Both mother and daughter looked surprised. They didn't expect to meet Song Yan here.
The author's digression: Four updates! Fourth update! Fourth update!
Seeing how diligent mosquitoes are, please don’t forget to collect them. (To be continued)