pianist from the sea

Chapter 14
Fu Diao didn't know what he was thinking, he just squeezed out of the crowd again, followed the guidance of the navigation, and returned to his house by car.

On the way, he did check the life of Marta Argerich.

Marta Argerich, an Argentine pianist, had her first solo concert at the age of eight, playing Mozart's Piano Concerto No. 20 and Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. [-], which shocked the entire Argentine music world.

Then at the age of 16, he won the Geneva International Piano Competition and the Busoni International Piano Competition within three weeks.

Although it sounds less famous than the Chopin International Piano Competition, its influence cannot be underestimated.

When she was 24 years old, she came to the [-]th Chopin International Piano Competition in Warsaw and won the championship easily, which was the beginning of her life.

First, he was invited to the beautiful country to perform in the "Great Pianist" series of concerts, and then he produced a lot of records of Chopin, Liszt, Brahms, and Ravel. It can be compared to the god of piano at that time, Horowitz.

Then he won the "Argentina Connex" Diamond Award, the highest honor for classical music in the Argentine cultural circle!

Let's not talk about the messy world-class awards in the back, basically, awards and medals from various places, as long as she wants, she can basically get them.

Fu Tiao also found an anecdote about Argerich's three marriages on Argerich's introduction.

"However, what did she notice that she wanted to talk to me? Is it because of the lack of feeling in my performance? Or... something else?"

Fu Tiao didn't know that Argerich came over to take a look while he was playing, let alone the evaluation Argerich gave him, so he was just confused and didn't know what happened.

Fu Diao kept this matter in his heart and didn't intend to say anything more.

Fu Diao thinks so, but... Brotz doesn't seem to think so at all.

"What? Argerich said she wanted to find you? She wants you to go to her studio and talk alone???"

Mr. Brotz slammed his hands on the table, breathing heavily, and his eyes were red.

He looked at Fu Tiao, his voice trembling.

"Are you sure you're talking about the priestess, Marta Argerich, and not someone else? Are you sure you're not mistaken? You were really invited by Marta Argerich to chat?"

"I think should not be?"

Fu Diao looked at Brotz who was extremely excited in front of him, with a calm expression, he forked the last piece of shrimp on the plate with a fork, handed it to his mouth, and said slightly vaguely.

"They gave me an invitation letter, which is quite formal. It should be the Argerich you mentioned, not anyone else."

"Should? Are you sure you should? No, where is the invitation letter? You just said, invitation letter? Where is the invitation letter?" Brotz almost went crazy.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo..."

Fu Tiao took a mouthful of spaghetti and chewed it for a long time. Seeing that Brotz wanted to help him with his hands, he reluctantly swallowed the spaghetti and said.

"I'm stuck in the music score, you look through it? I forgot which one."

"Did you throw such a valuable thing into the music score?"

Brotz became anxious immediately. He hurriedly got up and ran to the door, flipping through the music scores that Fu Tiao put on the shoe cabinet, and found the unremarkable envelope after searching for a long time.

"Marta Argerich, huh, it's actually true."

Brotz heaved a sigh of relief, weighed the envelope in his hand, walked quickly back to the kitchen, and pushed the letter to Fu Tiao anxiously.

"Come on, come on, come on, let's see what Argerich said?"

"There shouldn't be anything, right? It's just an ordinary invitation letter, nothing special, just go there on time tomorrow, and I just happen to have some questions I want to ask her."

"You know what! This is Argerich! She is special!"

"Fine……"

Fu Diao originally wanted to pick up the envelope with a hand stained with oil, but was glared at by Brotz. He could only helplessly pick up the towel beside him and wipe it, and then made a pious appearance of taking a bath and changing clothes , picked up the envelope with both hands, and slowly opened it.

Inside is a handwritten letter, with messy handwriting falling on the paper, which has an inexplicable flavor.

"Dear Mr. Fu, change the line..."

"I listened to your performance, it is very interesting, if you are interested, you can come to Kolovets Street 37, the time is 6 o'clock in the evening, I would like to discuss your performance with you, maybe it will be helpful to your future Play all the help, it doesn't matter if you don't come, it's all according to your preferences, but I will save you the time of 6 pm, line break."

"Best regards, newline."

"Marta Argerich."

The content of the letter is very short, there is only one line of formatted words, telling the time and place, and nothing else is said.

Fu Tiao stroked the letter in his hand, turned it over, and handed it to Brotz.

"It's exactly the same as what I heard backstage in the concert hall. Marta Argerich listened to my performance, and then she became interested in me, so she hoped to have a chat with me, nothing else."

Brotz finally sat back on the chair at this time, his eyes were full of reverence: "Argerich, even the standard documents are written like this, um...it's unique? Didn't expect her to live in Coloway Ci Street, this place is very expensive, but if it is Argerich, there is actually no problem, it is this time, 6 o'clock in the evening..."

"What's wrong at 6 o'clock?" Fu Tiao rolled up another piece of spaghetti and said vaguely.

"This time is rather ambiguous. If it is a little later, you can finish your meal. If it is a little earlier, it seems to be considered afternoon. It seems that Argerich has a very good sense for you? If you are lucky, you may You can have dinner with Argerich!"

"Hmm... so the meals are free?"

"Ahem, why do you focus on eating? The point is to have dinner with Argerich!!! Pay attention to the point!"

Brotz almost couldn't catch his breath, while Fu Tiao laughed a few times, obviously joking.

Brotz knocked on the table helplessly.

"Don't be kidding, have you figured out how to tell Argerich when the time comes? Get ready, I just heard that some judges like to ask the players to chat during the competition, but this is the first time I have encountered this , but this chat will definitely not be very long, and there is only one chance, if the chat is not good, then this chance will be gone, and I won’t be able to cry by then!”

"Have a little idea."

"what idea?"

"There is a special feeling about Chopin playing that I don't have that other people have, and I want to know that."

"You don't, what do other people feel? Why does it sound so weird...Forget it, I don't understand about you pianists. You should play it to Argerich later, and she should be able to know, but you have to be careful. Prepare, prepare a new composition."

After Brotz complained helplessly, he propped up the table with his hands and stood up to pack the tableware.

Fu Tiao was just about to help, but Brotz reprimanded him a few more times, telling him not to move around and be careful not to hurt his hands.

Fu Tiao clasped his arms, and stood helplessly in the distance watching Brotz tidy up the tableware little by little. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the girl he met at noon today, and felt a little worried for no reason.

He spoke to Brotz.

"Mr. Brotz, then I'll go upstairs and continue playing the piano. If you have anything to do, you can go upstairs and find me. I won't go out until tomorrow afternoon."

"Go, go, play hard, come on!"

Brotz waved his frothy hand without looking back.

Fu Tiao shrugged, got up and went upstairs.

He looked at the slightly dilapidated piano in front of him, and couldn't help thinking.

(End of this chapter)