pianist from the sea

Chapter 186 Don't You Have Mobile Phones?
The applause kept ringing, and everyone was applauding Fu Tiao, praising Fu Tiao's almost perfect performance in this concert.

Whether it is the complete collection of Chopin's preludes at the beginning, or the twelve piano etudes of Chopin later, almost every work has almost reached everyone's imagination of Chopin's works.

What you can imagine, what should be done on Chopin, Fu Tiao has done everything, and some things you have not imagined, Fu Tiao has also done everything, and it is more perfect than you imagined.

This kind of concert that satisfies everyone is rarely seen to the extreme.

Even many people who originally wanted to come to listen to Fu Tiao's jazz music, they came to listen to the classical music played by Fu Tiao, and they couldn't help being satisfied. It's already very good.

In this case, the atmosphere in the entire concert hall directly reached its climax, and everyone stood up, clapping vigorously for Fu Diao, shouting, and cheering.

The sound caused in this small concert hall is even far superior to those of larger concert halls.

Some students hiding in the shadow corners were also shouting.

They have listened to Fu Tiao's rehearsal performance many times, and they know better than anyone else how horrible Fu Tiao's musical details are.

For many things that you can't feel wrong at all, Fu Diao will carefully adjust dozens of times until the music becomes more harmonious.

It may be the difference between 99.99% and 100%. Most people have no way of hearing where the 0.01% gap is, but Fu Diao will work hard for this 0.01% perfection.

And the correction made by 0.01% is not beyond everyone's imagination, it is incomparably harmonious, incomparably perfect, and so beautiful that it makes people enchanted.

This kind of performance is a level that they may not be able to perform after working hard for a lifetime. Just by looking at it, they can feel the heartbreaking gap between themselves and Fu Tiao.

Coupled with the previous efforts, this made them look at Fu Tiao with only the last longing and admiration left in their hearts.

And a few compliments.

"This is Fu Tiao!"

"Champion of Xiao Sai, worthy of the name!"

"Sure enough, only such a performance can be worthy of the title of Xiao Sai champion."

"..."

The applause from the audience seats was extremely warm, as was the whispered discussion from the surrounding people. In addition to constantly shouting "bravo", everyone also shared their emotions with other people around them excitedly.

Andre looked at Luka, who was a little dumbfounded beside him, and while clapping, he leaned close to his side and growled in a low voice.

"How is it! Isn't Fu's performance perfect?"

"what?"

Luca was still immersed in Fu Tiao's performance and couldn't extricate himself. Coupled with the extremely enthusiastic applause from the crowd, he couldn't even hear what Andre was saying in his ear for a while, so he couldn't help but said in a daze: " What did you say?"

"I said, Fu Dio's performance! Isn't it perfect!"

This time, when Andre said Fu Tiao's name, he tried to use the spelling of Hua Guo's name, but he didn't say it very clearly, so he could only clap his hands while pointing at Fu Tiao helplessly, Repeated: "Dior, Fu! Fu!"

"Ah? Oh..."

Seeing Andre's gestures beside him, Luca suddenly came to his senses, nodded vigorously, and said loudly while applauding: "Yes! It's very beautiful! It's perfect! I like his performance very much!"

"Hahaha, I knew that even you, who don't listen to classical music very much, can like Fu's performance, then Fu will definitely become a top master who enjoys a huge international reputation in the future! Absolutely!"

"Are you kidding? Don't you think Fu Ta is not an international master now?"

Fu Tiao was bowing to the people around him on the stage to take a curtain call. Seeing that Fu Tiao already had some master models, Luca couldn't help laughing, and elbowed Andre next to him, and said angrily: "Finally At least on my side, he is already a master! An absolute master!"

"Absolute master?"

"That's right! On my side!" Luka paused for a moment, and added: "Although he may not have a deep background and international reputation is not strong, the name of the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition is very loud. It is far better than the publicity of his playing level, but his current level definitely has signs of a master! Many masters back then were not even as good as he is now!"

"Even Argerich back then?" Andre joked.

Luka gave him a blank look when he heard it, and said angrily: "I said that there are many masters, but not all masters. What's the use of you gossiping with me in this place? Go away."

After all, he didn't bother to pay attention to Andre next to him, and looked at Fu Tiao expectantly.

Now there are fewer and fewer top masters, and no one can say what the reason is. Many newcomers can only say that their recordings are excellent, but there is no way to convince the public.

The albums that everyone listens to the most every year are basically the albums of those old masters, and the albums of ordinary performers are sold less and less, so that more and more practitioners in the music industry can only go to teaching .

It's not that their level is weak, compared to the past, their level must have increased!

It’s just that the albums that everyone listens to are the albums performed by the top masters, and compared with the most perfect albums of the masters, if your performance level is not as good as those masters, it is easy to fall into a state of being ignored.

And how many people are there who can reach the level of a master?
Those who are No. 1 in the art performance department of the conservatory of music every year may not be able to rely on their majors to survive, not to mention selling records, and concerts are held at a loss. Basically, everyone can only survive by holding classes .

It is extremely difficult for the new generation of pianists to grow up, but Lang Liangyue is the hottest record seller at the moment.

Under such circumstances, the potential and strength shown by Fu Tiao have proved a lot. It is not necessary for Lukado to say that anyone with a little ear can hear how big the gap between Fu Tiao and those top masters is. Small.

If you have poor sensitivity to music, you may not even hear any difference.

And this is the most important reason why Luca is looking forward to Fu Diao now.

Fu Tiao is strong enough!
At least on Chopin, it is enough to break the blockade of those top bosses.

"As expected of Fu Diao, as worthy of being the champion of the Chopin International Piano Competition! Now I am really looking forward to what kind of performance he can make in jazz!"

Luka clapped and spoke to Andre beside him.

The same is true for Andre, he also applauded vigorously, looked at the stage with full expectation, and approved.

"Yeah, classical music can be played like this, so how can jazz, which has been touted all the time, be played like this?"

"..."

Not only these two people, but almost everyone in the concert hall was discussing this matter.

In addition to Fu Tiao's performance in classical concerts, his jazz encore is also a link that many audiences are looking forward to.

As for what kind of encore Fu Diao might show, everyone is still guessing.

At this moment behind the stage.

After Fu Tiao returned to the stage for four consecutive curtain calls, he sat on the chair behind the stage a little tiredly, untied his neckline a little, and the overall look was a little rough.

According to the usual practice, after so many encores, it's time for an encore on stage.

At some point, a group of students gathered around Fu Tiao, looking at Fu Tiao cautiously and curiously, pushing and shoving each other, but no one came out.

Fu Diao seemed to have noticed the small movements of their group, and raised his head to look at them. Seeing them like this, he couldn't help smiling slightly, and nodded slightly to them.

"What's the matter? Don't worry, I don't eat people."

Immediately there was a burst of friendly laughter among the student crowd, followed by another burst of pushing and shoving. A man with an obviously Asian face was pushed out from the group and stood in front of Fu Tiao, scratching awkwardly. Scratching his head, he said in embarrassment in the Huaguo dialect from Taiwan.

"Well, Teacher Fu Tiao, hello, I am a KCB student from Taiwan, Liu Chenyu, may I ask you a question?"

"Hello..." The first time Fu Tiao met the students from Taiwan Island, for some reason, he suddenly thought of a stalk, suddenly laughed, and said to him relaxedly, "It's so cool to talk like that."

"No way! How can I have a car when I talk like this!" Liu Chenyu immediately retorted without any hesitation, and then saw Fu Tiao's joking expression, and immediately understood what was going on, and said helplessly: "Mr. Fu Tiao, the car is on our side. Dirty words, we don't say that much anymore."

"Okay okay."

Fu Tiao was just joking with him, and immediately waved his hand and said, "I see, I won't talk about it next time, so what's the matter with you?"

"There's nothing wrong with it..." Liu Chenyu glanced at the group of people behind him, scratched his head a little embarrassedly again, and said in a low voice, "That's right... I want to ask Teacher Fu Tiao, yes Do you have any jazz scores you have arranged? The ones you play on encores? We'd love to look into that."

"Research? Don't you have my recording?" Fu Tiao was puzzled: "I remember that I seem to have sent the recording?"

"No, we didn't find the corresponding recording on Youtube, and we couldn't even search for it!" He said very seriously: "So if you can, we hope you can give us some score research Just a little bit, if it doesn’t work, let us record it, but it all depends on your opinion, teacher, if you really don’t agree, then forget it.”

"Forehead……"

Fu Tiao was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help raising his head to think about it roughly, thinking about what he did when he was recording before.

He remembered that he seemed to say that he wanted to throw a copy of this recording on YouTube?Could it be that I forgot?Or did he not lose it at all?

Fu Tiao thought for a while, and after saying sorry, he immediately picked up his phone and quickly browsed through it, and found that he hadn't dropped the previous files on the YouTube.

He didn't even register his account, and he received a warning about copyright restrictions before the file he dropped was uploaded successfully.

Seeing all this, Fu Tiao had no choice but to change the random garbled name of his system initialization to his own name, applied for a certification for the time being, then looked at Liu Chenyu who was looking at him expectantly, and spread his hands at him road.

"Okay, my fault, I didn't notice that I didn't apply for an account on Youtube, and all the uploaded things failed. I'm sorry, you can go to Youtube to watch my jazz performance later, and make the scores yourself. As for The jazz sheet music, I'm very sorry, I don't have..."

"No?" Liu Chenyu was taken aback, and was about to say something, but before he could speak, Fu Diao had already explained.

"No way, all my performances are basically improvised performances, and there are very few scores. The recordings I uploaded before are also played after I re-listened to the works I played before and recalled them. Yes, there's no score for that either."

"Eh……"

Liu Chenyu didn't expect this to be the answer. He didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only translate it to the other people behind him. Afterwards, the other people behind him were all shocked, and they all gasped in unison.

"Jazz without music?"

"Although it is said that a lot of jazz is improvisation, but there is no need for improvisation on music scores at all, this..."

"No way, don't you even write the most basic chord score? No score at all?"

"Maybe there is only a rough idea?"

"Wow, that's amazing!"

"..."

Everyone had mixed reactions. They were all chattering in French, but Fu Tiao couldn't understand them. He just felt that they seemed very shocked and questioned, so he couldn't help but be a little puzzled, and asked them in English.

"What's the matter? You don't need sheet music to play jazz now, do you?"

"...?"

As soon as the words came out, the audience fell silent, even some teachers who had just rushed over to see why Fu Diao didn't come on stage couldn't help being silent.

Just kidding, even if it is jazz improvisation, there is a general score there, and you know what you want to play, such as a chord, and what you want to play is within this chord.

If it is pure improvisation, it is easy to go astray and go to nowhere. Giving the score will help you limit your thoughts and keep you from digressing far away.

It's the same even if Fu Diao plays that kind of adapted jazz.

Don't look at this kind of adapted jazz, it seems very simple, you just need to play according to the original theme, don't worry about anything else, it seems that you already have a framework.

Actually not so.

This kind of adapted jazz mainly contains the original main theme theme, and there are almost no other similarities, and even the use of chords is only specious.

Compared with other improvisations, this kind of adaptation should be written on paper and then performed instead of playing directly when thinking of a melody.

Seeing Fu Tiao seem to be pretending to be aggressive, but you are powerless to refute the feeling, everyone can't help but sigh.

Is this Fu Tiao?This is too awesome, right?
Fu Diao looked at the crowd blankly, not understanding why they sighed.

But seeing them like this, Fu Tiao thought of a way and spoke to them.

"Although there is no score for you, I can give you a chance. Go back to the concert hall first."

After finishing speaking, Fu Tiao got up, tidied up his clothes, fastened the loose neckline again, and smiled at the crowd: "Hurry up, I'll be on stage soon."

"Ok!"

Seeing Fu Tiao like this, everyone immediately dispersed and quickly returned to the concert hall.

The teacher who just came over to ask Fu Tiao if he planned to continue encore saw Fu Tiao like this, shrugged helplessly, turned and left.

That's fine, he doesn't need to ask any more.

As everyone in the backstage of the concert hall dispersed, the applause outside the house became more and more orderly. When the sound became louder and louder, Fu Tiao nodded to the staff standing by the door, and the person immediately closed the closed door. The door opens.

Whoa!
The cheers of the crowd rushed to the backstage like a tide, and Fu Tiao strolled in the concert hall full of chorus, and walked to the center of the stage with a smile.

The sound in the concert hall gradually subsided, and everyone looked at Fu Tiao expectantly, waiting for Fu Tiao's encore.

After all, if it was a curtain call, Fu Tiao should bow directly at this time. If he has not bowed for so long on the stage, then there must be something new.

The concert hall was extremely quiet. Fu Tiao looked around and found that the dark shadows in the surrounding corridors gradually subsided. He couldn't help but smiled slightly, and said to everyone.

"What works do you... like? Piano."

There was a commotion under the stage. Everyone didn't expect that one of the things Fu Tiao came out was to ask them what kind of works they liked. They couldn't help whispering to each other for a while, not understanding Fu Tiao's thoughts.

Luca sat there and looked at the people around him, without any hesitation, he got up and asked, "Is everything okay?"

"It's better to be Chopin's. Any Chopin's works are fine." Fu Tiao added: "If it's other works, I'm afraid you have to hum a few words for me first."

"Well, how about this? I'm rather vulgar, I like Chopin's nocturnes, op9, no2."

"Well, Chopin Nocturne 9-2, I wrote it down, is there any more?"

Immediately someone shouted from behind: "Liszt's clock! Can you have this one! Dangdang, Dangdang! It's that clock!"

"Chung?" Fu Tiao was stunned for a moment, then nodded slowly: "Yes, is there anything else?"

"Is moonlight okay? Debussy's moonlight? Bang... bang..."

"Um……"

Hearing everyone's request, Fu Tiao nodded one by one, returned to his seat, put his hands on the piano, ran a few jazz scales casually, looked at everyone, and said with a smile.

"Okay, I got it, Chopin's Nocturne, Liszt's Clock, Debussy's Moonlight, these three pieces for today, I probably know what kind of music it is, and I want to remind you one thing thing……"

He looked at the crowd and pointed at their packages: "It's different from before, this event can be recorded and videotaped, but I hope you can record it better. Come out, don't steal photos or anything, the effect you send out won't be good, the shooting will not be complete, it's not good for you or me, as for how to shoot..."

"Don't you have a cell phone?"

　I stopped pulling the water and started to have solids, but I still went to the toilet more than ten times a day.

　　Now I drink two bowls of porridge a day, add some salt to the white rice porridge, slowly nourish my stomach, and my body starts to recover. I hope it will get better soon. My chrysanthemum hurts so much.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)