I really don't want to be red

Chapter 1725 Stay angry

Shock was on everyone's face.

Almost petrified on the spot.

Among them, the one with the shortest exposure to symphony has been more than ten years, and has never seen anyone write such excellent music in such a short period of time.

After a while, the first violinist, the blond girl, touched the score lightly and said, "Mr. Rioster, I'm really worried, I can't express the emotions in the music..."

When she said this, no one laughed at her, and everyone nodded heavily.

This song is really great.

Not that it's that difficult.

It's that the emotions in it are very rich. They have to concentrate on the performance throughout the whole process. If they get distracted for a while, they may not be able to express the essence of the music.

Rioster is usually very strict, but this time he just said indifferently: "Just do your best!"

"Such an excellent piece of music must be pondered over and over again and carefully understood. Now time is tight, everyone will do their best!"

Rioster looked at everyone, "At least...at least everyone's performance should match this song."

I don't have high demands on you, as long as you can show it.

As for expressing the essence of it, that is a matter for the future.

The crowd nodded.

Rioster looked at his watch, "There are still a few minutes left, everyone hurry up and watch."

"Let me first tell you about Teacher An Ran's mood when creating this piece of music."

Everyone nodded.

"Mr. An Ran wrote this under the circumstances of being made difficult by the organizing committee. He was asked to write a symphony in one and a half hours. Think about it!"

"Isn't this a very embarrassing thing?"

Everyone nodded, with indignation in their hearts.

After they were called, they didn't quite know what happened, thinking it was just a normal arrangement of the music festival.

Didn't expect so many things inside.

An Ran's song was very good, and they unknowingly regarded An Ran as one of their own.

Hearing that An Ran was making things difficult, these people unconsciously felt the same hatred.

Lioster deliberately lowered his voice again. Although what he said was very concise, it made everyone feel suffocated and unable to express it.

"How do you think Mr. An Ran felt when he encountered this kind of thing? He didn't do anything wrong, he just wrote a few good songs, why should he be targeted like this? What's his mood like?"

"Angry!" said the blond fiddler.

"No, not only anger, but also grievance, and depression!" Another person added.

"And no one speaks for him. Everyone is waiting to see his jokes. He is still sad and helpless, even... desolate!" A fat man is a horn player.

Touching the French horn in his hand, Chubby's face twisted together.

"Yes!" Rioster said: "He is depressed, he is angry, he is sad, he is wronged, but he can't express all these, so he can only put it all in this symphony."

"but……"

A big turning point came to Rioster, he was cultivating everyone's emotions.

Entering the stage with emotion, the song performed will definitely not be bad.

Everyone is in a good mood now.

"But our Mr. An Ran has not completely lost hope. He has written this masterpiece with his own ability...so there is still hope!" Lioster clicked on the score.

"This is a symphony full of contradictions, and because of this, it is so classic, it is hard to extricate yourself!" Rioster looked at the crowd, "Gentlemen and ladies, now this masterpiece will be performed by you , It is our honor to praise you all..."

"Teacher, don't worry, we will do our best!" The blond beauty's eyes were red.

Thinking about the situation An Ran was facing at that time, she could empathize with her. What an exciting scene, but Mr. An Ran did not give up.

Therefore, they have to help Mr. An Ran to express their anger.

That's right, seeing the indignation on everyone's faces, Rioster was quite emotional.

At this moment, there was a knock on the lounge door.

Elek poked his head in, "Mr. Rioster, the next one is up to you, are you ready?"

As soon as he stuck his head in, the musicians inside all looked over.

His eyes were full of anger.

Yileike swallowed with a "gudong", why does everyone have such an expression?I don't think I offended you either.

He originally wanted to remind a few words, but looking at the situation, he felt that he might be beaten for saying a few words, so he opened the door honestly and went out.

After Elek left, Rioster clapped his hands, "Everyone is in a very good mood, yes, that's it, stay angry!"

A group of people came out from inside led by Rioster.

Backstage staff, several passers-by want to say hello to everyone.

But as soon as they came over, they felt that the atmosphere was not right, why everyone was so angry, they didn't dare to say anything, and walked away directly.

The assistant director personally led the crowd to the backstage channel, and whispered to the host Edith in front of him.

He did not dare to speak to this group of people.

Each of them looked like a powder keg, afraid that they would offend this group of people if they were not careful.

The people in the orchestra were really angry, thinking that these guys were all accomplices.

There is also a chain of contempt for music. Those who play symphony actually despise those who play pop music.

In fact, this chain of contempt is that symphony music despises military music, military music despises jazz, and jazz despises pop music...

Laozi is at the top of the chain of contempt, just look down on you.

Mr. Ren Anran is so talented, you guys are playing dirty with others, a bunch of worthless garbage.

Now this group of people belongs to the stage of seeing what goes wrong.

After another performance, Edith said: "Okay, ladies and gentlemen, the next thing is our highlight!"

"It's very admirable. Mr. An Ran not only wrote a symphony, but also wrote a whole symphony within the stipulated time. I really don't know what to say!"

When the audience below heard it, they were all happy.

"Haha, shouldn't it be scribbling? Otherwise, it would be impossible to go so fast!"

"Of course, I think he's given up."

"This kind of music is played by Rioster's orchestra? I believe Mr. Rioster will be angry!"

"It's an insult to music."

insult your uncle.

Your comments are an insult.

Although An Ran was sitting in the corner, she still heard a few words.

At this time, Edith shouted from the stage: "Please invite us, Mr. Rioster, to come on stage with his orchestra."

Rioste came up with his disciples.

The band members went straight to their seats and sat down.

And Rioster glanced at the audience calmly, "The following is Mr. An Ran's "Symphony No. 40 in G Minor" for everyone..."

(End of this chapter)