musicians of old

Chapter 152 The Place That Doesn't Exist (4K [-]-in-[-])

As the rehearsal continued, the musicians who had not followed Fan Ning for the first performance gradually felt his unique style.

He is different from those previous conductors, instead of attributing problematic passages to "feeling wrong" and making some too mysterious requests.

Something like "a little more sadness here", "here needs to be a little more intense breathing", "this chord is a little cleaner". Then try again and again.

"Inspiration is not omnipotent, and many times we need rational analysis." Fanning said.

The problems he pointed out are always accompanied by specific solutions, or can guide the musicians to share their ideas. As long as the corresponding problems are overcome, the sound will become in line with expectations.

An unprecedented efficient experience.

After all the problem points were preliminarily sorted out, the orchestra performed a complete performance. Everyone was indescribably comfortable physically and mentally. They just felt that the feeling of being in the controllable sound effect was great.

"What's the situation? Julius' inspiration?..." But this complete performance made Fanning perceive unusual information.

Under the command, he could clearly perceive the spiritual resonance of each musician, and at this moment he found that the person with the highest inspiration intensity, except for Joan, was the principal violinist.

Roy should be about to reach the limit of ten times, but Fanning feels that her strength is weaker than Julius, only ranked third.

When did Julius become a wise person! ?

"It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon, so we won't delay everyone's meal."

With doubts in his heart, Fan Ning made a mark on the score as if nothing had happened, and explained the follow-up tasks:

"Next time in class, check the performance of "Lebic's Summer Night", and rehearse Gilles' "Third Symphony", which is also a work you have performed. I hope that the chief voices will combine the score when they go back, and think about it. How to perform, I will continue to let you stand up to speak at any time according to the problems encountered.”

Then he announced that today's rehearsal get out of class is over.

Most of the chiefs stopped the team members who got up and wanted to leave, and formed a circle after circle to discuss the future training plan.

The management of the students is sometimes very simple. Fan Ning sincerely strived for benefits for them, and also seriously agreed on the assessment mechanism. Coupled with his level of performance in rehearsals, after the first meeting, the symphony orchestra There is a trend to get on the right track.

Among the crowd, Roy deliberately walked up to him to say goodbye, with a smile in his eyes, almost writing "Am I good?" on his face.

"See you tomorrow." Fanning made a complimenting gesture to her.

The girl smiled sweeter, and waved her hand vigorously, and the goose-yellow figure disappeared at the door.

"Kaplan, I will write you the answers to several sets of questions now. Before the end of today, you will correct the results of the solfeggio and ear training test papers." He then explained to the conductor assistant.

"Professor Fanning, can you change what I did first?"

This financial practitioner and fancier continued to smile courteously, with large beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Oh? Show me."

Fanning has long noticed that during the hours of rehearsal time, he took notes very diligently, and this guy also brought a baton himself, and when the orchestra was playing, he would silently hide behind the piano and make gestures whenever he had time.

"Why are there three cards?" Fan Ning asked doubtfully after taking it.

Capron explained: "When you gave Miss Roy a test, I was also trying to answer the questions, and then when you played the other two sets of questions for the principal and ordinary musicians, I was also answering the questions."

"Okay, let me see."

Kaprun stood by and waited with expectant eyes.

"...You actually heard a lot?" Fan Ning checked while watching, only to feel that the accuracy rate gradually exceeded his expectations.

Take Roy's set of questions as an example, Kaplan's interval dictation is 6 groups and 5 groups are correct, chord dictation is 10 groups and 5 groups are correct, 5 points, single melody dictation is mainly due to rhythm problems, 3 points.

Four-part harmony dictation, although the alto and tenor parts are a mess, but he found the bass and melody sound quite right, scoring 1.5 points.

The most difficult two-voice dictation, this guy is obviously not up to the level, but he wrote the sounds on the forced beat well, and he completely took this question as an interval question, scoring 0.5 points.

"Miss Roy's impromptu set of difficult questions, your score is 10 points." Fan Ning said raising his head.

He is a test-taking talent, and he knows how to grab points step by step.

Next, he scored 10.5 points for the chief problem of the same difficulty, and he scored 16 points for the simple set of common musician problems.

"Unexpectedly, your music foundation has been able to play well in the past few years." Fan Ning praised with surprise.

"After learning basic music theory and harmony knowledge, I have been practicing solfeggio and ear training every night for the past few months until 2 am." Kaplan's face with a high hairline showed a shy smile, " …I invited a few teachers with good reputation in the imperial capital to practice until 10 o’clock, and then I played various chords repeatedly by myself to feel the relationship between intervals.”

After hearing this, Fan Ning glanced at the densely remembered notebook again, and suddenly felt that his previous perception had changed.

At the beginning, he slandered this guy as "a big food addict", not because he was an amateur.He was also an audiophile in his previous life, and he has always had a friendly communication attitude towards music lovers.The reason for his dissatisfaction was that this guy was hired as a command assistant!

Command assistant, assistant conductor... This position also needs to go up to command!Its core job responsibility is to be familiar with and implement the music philosophy of the permanent conductor, rehearse a large number of repertoires to a "semi-finished" state in advance, so that the permanent conductor can optimize and perfect them as soon as they come up, so as to ensure that the orchestra can complete a large number of performance tasks efficiently.

This position is very important, and the professional requirements are also very high!In the end, there came such a "local tyrant relationship household" who was playing with his life, so Fan Ning even thought of changing people at first.

But now Fanning feels that his enthusiasm and diligence in music is very respectable, much like himself in his previous life.

Many non-professional enthusiasts are attracted by a few specific works or specific instruments, and then immerse themselves in them, but there are very few people like Kaplan who have started to study systematically in a solid way—not It is said that they have to give up their careers like this, but after a little understanding of this field, many people spend their extra energy on outputting opinions or expressing their sense of superiority.

"Professor Fan Ning, if you think my score is still worth saving... Would you like to teach me some experience in solfeggio and ear training?"

Seeing that Fanning was still staring at his several test papers, Kaprun spoke in deliberation.

"Listen to music, listen to music with a score, listen to music with an analyzed score...each interval or chord color, each specific rhythm pattern, use your favorite pieces of work to match and memorize, first one-to-one , and then one-to-many, over time, those senses of hearing will leave an impression on your instinct."

Fanning casually gives practical advice on an angle.

Kaplan adjusted his black-rimmed glasses and began to remember Fanning's words in his notebook again.

"How about your piano? Let me play a piece?" Fanning asked abruptly.

"I don't dare, I don't dare yet."

"Then I'll play an orchestral piano abbreviated score, can you direct me to take a look?"

"Why don't you let me study it again..." Kaprun shook his head like a rattle.

"...How did you ask the teacher to teach you before?" Fanning looked at him puzzled.

"It took me a lot of courage to present myself in front of them so that I could teach..."

Kaprun said slowly: "When I was in finance, I envied those people who are extremely talented in mathematics, or those who are extremely keen in sociological analysis, or those who have a particularly high emotional intelligence in dealing with employers... I always It is an overly conscious awareness of the shortcomings of my own abilities, and then retreated in a timely manner when facing experts... Fortunately, I know that I have good talents in the field of written consulting and actuarial calculations, and I have made a great deal with confidence. A career that made me some money..."

"A paradoxical...inferiority or self-confidence out of rational cognition?" Fanning tried to summarize.

"You're right." Kaprun nodded, "At the beginning of my career in music, I learned a few little piano pieces, and I couldn't wait to show them to my family and friends. They were amazed and praised, and I gained satisfaction and joy. ..."

"...But as I got deeper into the field, I began to realize how ridiculous my touch was, how loose the rhythm was, how lacking in expression, how superficial my understanding of pedals was, and the phrases I came up with were It was so lifeless... Although it aroused my desire to delve further, I gradually lost the courage to put my hands on the keyboard in front of an audience..."

"...Compared to finance, I may have more inferiority complex to art. Please give me some time to study. I will dare to rehearse my classmates in non-performance situations as soon as possible. I know that this is my job responsibility."

…strange guy.Fan Ning muttered in his heart, and remembered the scene when he was holding his own baton and secretly gesticulating behind the piano when he was rehearsing just now.

"Professor Fanning, that... the score on your podium, can I look through it?" Kaplan changed into a courteous smile again.

"You go."

So this guy hurried forward a few steps, and carried the thick book back to the desk.

While flipping through Fanning's scribbles on it, he wrote in his notebook very seriously.

Seeing his expression, Fan Ning couldn't help asking: "I'm actually quite curious, what have you experienced in the past few years?"

The conductor assistant raised his head: "On the one hand... When I was on a business trip in Uflandsel a few years ago, I heard Anton Konard's "Symphony No. [-] in C Minor"..."

"Well, on the night of a certain financial meeting, the itinerary was made on a whim... That day I was shocked by the violent power of it. It was compassionate, deep, warm, and open. It was difficult to find an entity that could correspond to it in the world. I shed a lot of tears. .”

...on the other hand?Fanning waited for him to continue.

Kaprun took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off his face, and moved his lips twice, as if hesitating.

When he spoke again, his words jumped directly to the result: "... those people around me, when they open their eyes every morning, the first sentence is, how much can I earn today? And before falling asleep at night, it is how much I earned today ?That was their only motivation... I used to be, but after some things, my motivation became something other than making money."

"Professor Fanning, you may have been born like this, but some people, such as me, spent half of their lives to find their ultimate purpose... But at least they found it, and now I am similar to you in this point, right? "

Fan Ning nodded: "Please put away my things later, and then correct the test paper."

"Okay, okay."

Fan Ning walked towards the musicians' booth, and chatted for more than ten minutes after the rehearsal was over. A small half of the students here still hadn't left the venue, and they were discussing in groups of twos and threes.

In the woodwind group at the back, several boys were chatting with this new flute student. I don't know if they were asking for music questions or simply trying to strike up a conversation. Her petite and cute appearance And the soft and lively voice is indeed very popular.

Joan, responding to them one by one with a polite smile, finally stood up when she saw Fanning approaching.

"Miss Nessimi, please go ahead and see you tomorrow." "See you tomorrow." "Professor Fanning, see you tomorrow."

Seeing that Fan Ning seemed to have something to do with her, the musicians said goodbye tactfully and left.

"What's wrong with you today?" Fan Ning's tone was worried and puzzled.

"I'll tell you in the carriage." Joan bit her lip lightly, lowering her head to keep her flute and music score.

The two walked out of the conservatory.

"Going home? Miss Nessimi?" After the two of them boarded the car, the private driver asked.

"Uncle Gordon, go to the Woodpecker Affairs Consulting Office first." Joan said.

"What's going on?" Fanning asked her again after sitting across from her.

"Caroun, thank you for trying to help me collect the brilliance liquid for more than half a year." The girl said so first.

"...you're welcome... why are you mentioning this?" Fanning was at a loss.

"My memory recovery about 'Purple Bean Cake' is progressing smoothly. Although the details are still missing, there may be key harvests soon."

"A good thing? Why this expression?" Fan Ning saw that her lips were not even a trace of blood, and couldn't help but become more puzzled, "What bad news did you recall?"

The girl shook her head: "Caron, do you still remember our chat after we came out of the Prudence Auction House and encountered the distortion incident that day?"

"Remember, about your past when you were promoted to a person with knowledge, right?"

Fanning recalled: "...you said that you would go to a small town called a small town on the outskirts of the city for vacation every few years. It was your family's ancestral manor. Inspiration burst out, and later you accidentally glimpsed the secret entrance in the dream..."

"...Yes." The girl curled her lips, "I chatted with my dad last night, and I accidentally talked about this topic. He said that I was making fun of him..."

"What do you mean?" Fanning stroked his hair.

Joan's face became even more ugly: "He said that it has been nearly seventy years since our family moved to the current urban address of Uvransel, and the current place we live in is considered our ancestral home."

".As for the Watznai town manor I mentioned, there is no such place at all!"

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