Chapter 1055? Relying on Apocalypse and Personal Effort

Really shouldn't, came four days late, arrived late, and brought a female companion carelessly into the sacred rehearsal room...

More than 30 musicians stared blankly at him, and then Shakira was sobbing silently by the door again. This is too difficult. After playing music for six years, Song Ya's face in front of classical musicians is getting thinner and thinner Perhaps it is because the closer you are to the mountains, the more you need to look up at the majesty of the main peak.

This is also different from the mentality of being inferior in the process of interacting with politicians in the past.

"Well……"

Scratching his head, he put the sheet music that Barenboise had stuffed back into the conductor stand, "How about..." Then he walked to Shakira, wanting to send her away first, but felt that this was not good.

"Why don't you take a fifteen-minute break?"

Thankfully, Old Mike pushed open the door and walked in forcefully, slapped the musicians and ordered: "Leave for a while, everyone, and come in after fifteen minutes!"

Perhaps it was the strong self-confidence and aura of this white-bearded old man in a jacket and turtleneck sweater that caused the musicians to misunderstand him as a bigwig in the industry, and got up obediently and obediently.

"No, no, the musical instrument and the musical instrument box are left in place." But the old Mike just wanted to eliminate the potential safety hazard, "Don't take the paper with you."

The musicians obediently put down their musical instruments and scores and went out in an orderly manner.

"Don't take it too seriously, Mr. Barenboy is just in a bad mood today."

The principal violinist, an old white man, comforted Song Ya when he passed by, "You know, the Christmas concert is being rehearsed over there at the same time, from the 18th to the 23rd, all Brahms, Tchaikovsky , Rimsky-Korsakov's tome, followed by the New Year's concert, from the 1st to the 3rd of next month. He is under a lot of pressure..."

"I understand, I won't take it to heart."

Song Ya nodded humbly. The chief violinist is the highest-ranking musician. Before the profession of conductor appeared, the conductor of the symphony orchestra was concurrently held by the chief violinist, and he still serves as the deputy conductor of the orchestra.

"Don't be nervous, I will help you." The old man patted his arm and went out to leave.

After the musicians were all gone, Song Ya hurriedly closed the door with a stride, held her head in her hands and took a deep breath while calming her thoughts, walked around the conductor stand a few times, and finally calmed down.

Old Mike had already started rummaging through musical instrument cases.

"sorry,

I shouldn't have followed. "Shakira said timidly.

"Why were you crying just now?" Song Ya asked her.

"Maybe Mr. Barenboy just reminded me of my childhood piano teacher..." The corners of her mouth drooped, and tears swirled in her eyes again.

"Okay, okay, it's not that scary."

Song Ya gave her a hug. Children who learn musical instruments must have had a hard time when they were young, and they have psychological shadows. Of course, it is even more difficult to learn musical instruments when they were young, and grow up to code... Huh?

"Didn't you say you knew Mr. Barenboy very well?" Shakira asked.

"Uh uh uh……"

Song Ya was so asked that she almost choked to death, and stretched out her hand to pull her collagen-filled cheeks, "Don't make trouble, just sit next to the drummer obediently later, help him flip through the music score, and don't make any noise."

"Should I go back first?" She asked hesitantly.

"No, keep a low profile, just be a little transparent. You are a Latin queen, and you are not an outsider."

After setting up the Latin girl, Song Ya began to look through the scores left by Barenboy, not all scores, but also some documents such as rehearsal schedules.

Baba yetu's conductor score was densely marked by Barenboy last time. More than three months have passed, and now I have a brand new version in front of me, which contains Barenboy's notes during this period. New understanding and processing methods, every time Song Ya carefully reads a section, he closes his eyes and compares it with the original song of Apocalypse in his mind.

There were inconsistencies, he opened his eyes and picked up the pencil on the command stand to make changes, but stopped in mid-air.

baba yetu is between the breaks of the official orchestra, most of which are made up of alternate musicians and choirs. Song Ya has just read the composition list of the chorus in the file. In addition to the two middle school choirs, one perennial and the orchestra The cooperative semi-professional adult team, and a choir composed of pure amateurs who funded the renovation project of the Symphony Center, they can be plugged in by the orchestra, and the intention of 'grounding' is obvious.

But after all, this is a dessert served by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the New Year's concert. No matter who buys tickets to enter or watch the unpopular classical music live broadcast on pbs, they should be old listeners with a certain aesthetic and discernment ability. Human ears are not as good as professionals, but they are still very good. Even if there is a slight mistake, it will hit one of the top ten symphony orchestras in the world and one of the top five symphony orchestras in Beimi, and it will be recorded by pbs...

To gain recognition in this line of work depends entirely on hard power, there are no holidays or shortcuts to take, and a little carelessness will make you laugh, and the circle is really small...

This is probably the reason why Barenboy was so nervous and irritable just now.

Or just follow him? After all, I am the shopkeeper, and he is the one who has been staring at the rehearsal, otherwise something will go wrong when I officially debut...

How can I be so hypocritical as a song copyer...

but……

Song Ya was stunned for a moment, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind. No matter what, no matter how good it is to cross the 'foundation', it takes a hundred and twenty minutes of hard work to get something, right? Otherwise, I may be a seven-year bonded contract that has not been fulfilled until now, and I can only use the apocalypse to make money in other fields. No, it is very likely that I will be directly dragged back to the gang quagmire by Little Lowry or Sinaloa. Either they were killed by Hollywood, or they were wiped out by black-hearted politicians like Underwood and Peter Flock, and there was nothing left.

I actually still have some personal abilities, right?

At least you have to prove yourself a little bit in front of the musicians and Barenboy, right?

Although they do not have absolute pitch and have not received professional conductor training, but standing on the giant shoulders of Barenboy and the original song of Apocalypse, is it really necessary to lie on an equal belt? Playing music for six years...

Just now the principal violinist also said that Barenboy has been under a lot of pressure recently, and he probably has no time in the future, and he is very annoyed to spend energy to make this dessert for himself. He has done enough.

And using his version and the conductor score of the original apocalypse in his mind, wouldn't he be schizophrenic after this month's intensive rehearsal?

The pen tip touched the paper, and there was a rustling sound in the rehearsal room.

Sitting behind the red Huaguo drum set, Shakira noticed that the expression of the man who was writing and drawing became more and more focused, and his eyes became more and more confident. Extraordinarily attractive...she put her legs together.

Unknowingly, fifteen minutes passed, and there was a punctual knock on the door.

"Mike." Song Ya continued to work without raising her eyelids.

Mike, who had already checked the door, opened the door, and the musicians filed in. It was a bit noisy, some whispered about interesting things in life, and some walked silently to sit in their seats.

"One minute, thank you."

The jazz conductor in the Apocalypse movie just now was much meaner than Barenboy. Song Ya still didn't look up, and imitated that guy's tone and said something.

Not that arrogant, of course.

All the human voices in the rehearsal room were silenced, and immediately there were mixed but not chaotic and short flipping music scores, plucking the strings, and playing wind instruments to test the sound.

Even the backup musicians of the top orchestras are of top quality, and they suddenly fell silent at a certain point in time.

Song Ya turned to look at the clock on the back wall, only a few seconds left before the one-minute request, "OK, let's go through it all first." When the second hand was at twelve o'clock, he raised his baton...

The violinists put their chins against the body of the violin, their bows rested on the strings, and stared at themselves, the wind players closed their mouths, and the drummers' drumsticks hovered in the air, and the whole orchestra was in full swing.

"No, why are you..."

Song Ya suddenly found out that the fat musician who was scolded by Barenboy and ran away in tears just now was fine, and sat in the fifth seat of the cello department, almost causing his own person to fail, "Forget it." Don't tangle He, wait until he starts to play and then listen carefully to how the level is.

"I may... please remind me then."

Before waving the baton, he pointed to his ear and asked the chief violinist, frankly that his level may not be able to distinguish some subtle mistakes of the musicians.

The first violinist nodded gravely.

"1234..."

Song Ya took a deep breath, and after counting four beats, the baton jumped in an arc in the air, and the colorful movement played.