I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1722 Absolute improvisation

"Oh?" Mancini was a little curious after hearing this, "How did you find out?"

Rioster said, "Give me a cigarette."

"..."

this old guy.

Mancini issued him a cigarette and lit it.

Rioste took a breath and said, "From Chapter 1, I can see that this symphony didn't use a slow introduction at the beginning."

"And you should also know that G minor is originally a symbol of sadness and pain. This is a gloomy and bold work!"

"It can even be said to be violent. All the movements are lyrical, and the keynote is lyrical style with a pathetic atmosphere, and at the same time full of resentment and passionate emotions."

"Why do you think this happened? It's because he was treated unfairly at the music festival, that's why it happened!"

"He is a genius and a master of music. This kind of person just likes music, but the group of rich and poor people at the music festival make things difficult for him because of this..."

Rioster took another puff of his cigarette, "If it were me, I would be disappointed, sad and angry. He wrote all of this in the music."

Mancini nodded frequently when he heard it. If he said that, it was really improvisation.

This is too scary.

"I can't imagine!" Rioster said: "How aggrieved he is in his heart, but he was not knocked down by injustice, he was just expressing his emotions!"

"Oh my god, a peerless genius..." Lioster said, clenching his fists, "I will definitely make this piece of music present the most perfect state."

Mancini said: "Well, Rioste, I hope you are right."

"Don't worry!" He patted his old friend on the shoulder, "I have an intuition that An Ran will solve the matter of your stage play!"

"Although manpower is exhausted, there is no end in sight for him. It must be possible, old guy, you will definitely get the good things you want."

Mancini also said a little excitedly: "I hope you are right."

The two finished their cigarettes and came backstage.

Riost went directly to the backstage director, "Mr. Elek, please arrange according to the arrangement of the symphony orchestra later."

Now that the music festival is going on, if it needs to be rescheduled, of course it has to be approved by the chief director.

Elek didn't dare to have an opinion, although he was upset, but the two old guys had a high status.

If you don't agree, lie down every minute, and he has to finish the game.

Rioster wrote a list and handed it to Elek.

Elek was stunned when he saw it, "Mr. Rioster, this...isn't it a bit too simple..."

Staffing is almost absurdly simple.

"Woodwind: 1 flute, 1 oboe, 1 bassoon, 1 clarinet."

"String Section: First Violin, Second Violin, Viola, Cello, Double Bass."

"Brass set: French horn."

There are only 10 people in total.

The minimum number of modern symphony orchestras is about 30 people, and the symphony orchestra in Rioster has as many as 200 people.

When it came to An Ran, it was given to 10 people?

Yi Laike was a little confused, even if he wasn't a professional, he knew something after eating this job.

How much money did the damn organizing committee give these two old men?
Such embarrassment for others?

Yileike didn't really feel sorry for An Ran, but he just felt that these dogs were too dark-hearted, and they must not offend them.

Otherwise, I don't know how I will die someday.

It’s fine to ask someone to write a symphony for an hour and a half. When the performance is over, there is not even a brass group, and the other groups can be streamlined as much as possible.

Look, is this something people do?
It's clear that it's driving people to death, and it turns out that the bad guys are getting old.

He was hesitating here, and Rioste's face darkened, "You know what, just follow my arrangement, no one more, no less, understand?"

"But……"

Before he finished speaking, he heard a voice say: "What's the matter? Elek, you made Mr. Rioster angry."
? ”

"No, Miss Mai Liwen, I don't have any!" Elek said, "But Mr. Lyost asked me to reduce the number of people in the symphony orchestra to 10!"

"Ah?" Mai Liwen came over, took the list and looked at it.

I was almost overjoyed.

How did this damn old guy figure it out. ,

She had greeted the two old fellows before, and she didn't directly say that she wanted to put An Ran together, but the meaning in those words was just that.

Both old guys expressed that they would like to see Enron's performance.

If the performance is not good, it doesn't matter if they scold a few words, they are all hopeless goods anyway, it is better to make him sober than to let him pretend.

But if you are really talented, it can't help you.

Didn't expect to come here, take the initiative to simplify.

Mai Liwen returned the list to Elek and said, "Just do it."

Elek smiled wryly, took the list and went to arrange it.

Mai Liwen smiled and said, "Thank you both..."

Thank you for your size.

At this time, Rioster no longer liked Mai Liwen.

it's common.

An Ran's status in his heart has risen like a rocket, and Mai Liwen is targeting An Ran, so he is naturally unhappy.

Do you really think I'm helping you?
That's all the Enron symphony uses.

He was really looking forward to how this symphony would be performed by just a few people.

Rioster said with a straight face: "You don't need to thank me, I have no intention of helping you."

The old guy is stubborn.

Mai Liwen smiled and nodded, "Why don't you two continue watching the show first, I'm looking forward to An Ran's performance..."

"kindness!"

The two of them didn't bother to talk to her too much, so they left together.

The corner of Mai Liwen's mouth twitched, she did something bad, but she still doesn't admit it, and she still wants to save face?

An old thing that wants to save face.

But it's not bad.

Mai Liwen was in a better mood, recalling the list just now, it seemed that they were all the most outstanding musicians in the orchestra.

But in Outstanding, the number of people is only ten, and the brass pipe is only one French horn, even if An Ran is a god, he will be finished.

In a good mood, Mai Liwen twisted her waist and went out.

Back in the stands, Mancini and Rioster were sitting on chairs, and they were even less in the mood to watch the show.

The best male singer, the best female singer, and the best lyrics and composition are all eating farts.

In terms of quality, it is not at the same latitude as An Ran's songs, so you guys are embarrassed to comment happily?
Shame on Nima.

In the later period, it was Rioster who looked at his watch frequently and asked from time to time, "How much do you think he has written?"

Mancini was speechless.

"Liost, you know better than me, he will definitely be able to finish it!"

"Okay!" Rioste devoted all his heart to the symphony, and felt that the songs on the stage were noises.

And An Ran in the background, after more than an hour of hard work, finally finished writing "Symphony No. 40 in G Minor"...

(End of this chapter)