Chicago 1990

I really shouldn't. I came four days late, was late, and brought a female companion to the sacred rehearsal room...

More than 30 musicians stared at herself, and then Shakira sobbed silently at the door. This was too difficult. After six years of playing music, Song Ya's face in front of classical musicians became thinner and thinner. Perhaps it’s because the closer you are to the mountains, the more you need to look up at the majestic main peak.

This is also not the same as the attitude of being humbled in the process of interacting with politicians in the past.

"Uh……"

Scratching his head, put the music score from Barenboise back to the podium, "Or..." Then he walked to Shakira, trying to send her out first, but felt that it was not good.

"Why rest for fifteen minutes?"

Thankfully, the old Mike opened the door and walked in forcefully, slapped the musicians and commanded: "Everyone, leave for a while, and come back in 15 minutes!"

Perhaps it was the strong self-confidence and aura of this white-bearded old man wearing a jacket and a turtleneck sweater that caused the musicians to misunderstand him as an industry leader, and they stood 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 safety hazard, "Don't take the paper."

The musicians put down the instruments and scores in their hands and went out in an orderly manner.

"Don't worry about aplus, Mr. Barenboi is just not in a good mood today."

The chief violinist, an old white man comforted when he passed by Song Ya, "You know, they are rehearsing the Christmas concert at the same time, from the 18th to the 23rd, both Brahms and 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 my heart."

Song Ya nodded humbly.The chief violinist is the highest-ranking musician. Before the career of conductor, the orchestra conductor was also 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 left.

After the musicians were gone, Song Ya hurriedly shut the door with a stride. He took a deep breath and calmed his thoughts while holding his head in both hands. He paced around the conductor frame a few times, and finally calmed down.

Old Mike has already begun to check the instrument box.

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

"Why did you cry just now?" Song Ya asked her.

"Maybe Mr. Barenboi reminded me of the piano teacher when I was a child..." The corner of her mouth dropped, and tears rolled in her eyes again.

"Okay, okay, not so scary."

Song Ya hugged her. It is estimated that the children who learn musical instruments have suffered from childhood and have psychological shadows. Of course, it is even more difficult to learn musical instruments as a child and grow up code... Huh?

"Didn't you say that you are very familiar with Mr. Barenboi?" Shakira asked.

"Uh uh uh……"

Song Ya almost didn't choke to death when asked, stretched out her hand to pull at her collagen-filled cheek, "Don't make trouble, sit next to the drummer and help him turn over the sheet music, 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 not an outsider."

After the Latin girl was placed, Song Ya began to read the music scores left by Barenboi, not all of them, but also some documents such as rehearsal schedules.

Baba Yetu’s command score has been marked by Barenboi last time. More than three months have passed, and now he is presented with a brand-new version, which contains Barenboi’s time. With a new understanding and handling method, Song Ya closes his eyes and compares with the original song of the apocalypse in his mind after reading a section carefully.

There was an inconsistency. He opened his eyes and picked up the pencil on the command post to make changes, but suspended in mid-air.

Baba yetu is during the break of the authentic orchestra. Most of the repertoires are composed of alternate musicians and choirs. Song Ya has just read the choir composition table in the document, except for two middle school choirs and one perennial chorus. The cooperative semi-professional adult team and a choir is composed of pure amateurs who funded the renovation project of the symphony center. They can be stuffed in by the orchestra, and the intention of being'grounded' to play tickets is obvious.

But after all, this is a dessert presented by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the New Year’s concert. Those who buy tickets to enter the venue or watch unpopular live broadcasts of classical music on the pbs channel should be old listeners with a certain aesthetic and distinguishing ability. Human ears are inferior to professionals, but they are very clever. Even if a little mistake is made, the brand of one of the world's ten largest symphony orchestras in Beimei and one of the five largest symphony orchestras in Beimei will be smashed, and it has been recorded by pbs...

If you want to gain recognition in this line of business, you can rely on hard power. There are no tricks or shortcuts. Any carelessness will make you laugh and generous, and the circle is really small...

Barenboi was so nervous and irritable just now probably for this reason.

Or just follow him?After all, he is the shopkeeper, and it is him who has been staring at the rehearsal. Otherwise, what will happen to the official debut...

Where can I have so much hypocrisy...

but……

Song Ya was stunned for a while, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his mind. No matter what, no matter how good it is to go through the'foundation', it will take a hundred and twenty minutes to work hard to get something, right?Otherwise, I may have not fulfilled the seven-year bondage contract of Motula until now, and I can only use the apocalypse to make money in other areas. No, it is very likely that Lori or Sinaloa will be directly dragged back to the gang quagmire. Either they were smashed by Hollywood, or they were eaten up by the black-hearted politicians like Underwood and Peter Flock, and there was no scum left.

I actually have some personal abilities, right?

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

Although it does not have an absolute sense of sound and has not undergone professional command training, standing on the shoulders of the giants of Barenboi and the original song of the apocalypse, is it really necessary to lie on the equal belt?Playing music for six years...

Just now, the chief violinist also said that Barenboi has been under a lot of pressure recently, and he probably won't have time in the future, and he will be annoyed to spend more energy on making this dessert for himself. He has done enough.

And using his version and the fading command score of the original apocalypse in his mind, wouldn't he be schizophrenic after rehearsing intensively this month?

The tip of the pen touched the surface of the paper, and there was a rustle in the rehearsal room.

Sitting behind the red Huaguo drum set, Shakira noticed that the man who wrote and wrote became more and more focused, and his eyes became more and more confident. Although he did not bet even once with himself, he was divided. Outside is attractive... She put her legs together.

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

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

Mike, who had already checked, opened the door, and the musicians filed in, a little noisy. Some people whispered interesting things in life, and some quietly walked to their seats and sat down.

"One minute, thank you."

The jazz orchestra conductor in the Apocalypse movie was much harsher than Barenboi, Song Ya still didn't look up, and said something in that guy's tone.

Of course, not so arrogant.

The vocals in the rehearsal room were all extinguished, and there was a messy, short and short turn of the sheet music, plucking the strings, and playing the wind.

Even the alternate musicians of the top orchestra are of top-notch quality, and they suddenly fell into silence at a 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 all of them first." When the second was at twelve o'clock, he raised his baton...

The violinists had their chins against the body, their bows were placed on the strings, and their heads turned to stare at themselves. The pipe musicians raised their trumpets, and the drummer's drumsticks hovered in the air, and the whole orchestra was waiting.

"No, how come you..."

Song Ya suddenly found that the fat musician who had been scolded by Barenboi and ran away in tears was okay. He sat in the fifth seat of the cello club, and almost caused his own person to break the power. "Forget it." Don't worry. He, wait until the performance starts, and then listen carefully to the level.

"I might... remind me then."

Before swinging the baton, he pointed to his ears and asked the chief violinist to frankly that he might not be able to distinguish some subtle errors of the musicians.

The chief violinist nodded solemnly.

"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.