pianist from the sea

Chapter 21 Relax
"Is that Dior? Come out, my mother is going to practice the piano, she shouldn't be able to control you now, she is anxious..."

Argerich's daughter hesitated for a while, and finally said: "Don't worry, it's normal for her to behave like this. It's not because of you, but because she hasn't practiced the piano for a long time."

Fu Diao nodded, picked up his music score and walked to the door.

After the man confirmed that the door was closed and no one would disturb Argerich, he breathed a sigh of relief, nodded to Fu Tiao, and stretched out his hand.

"My name is Stephanie Argerich, from my mother's surname."

"Tiao Fu." Fu Tiao also stretched out his hand.

"I know, Marta she told me."

The two held hands and walked downstairs.

Stephanie didn't like to talk, she just took Fu Tiao to the door and bowed slightly.

"You can just leave here. I still need to go back and see my mother. She is very casual. I don't know what she wants to do. Then...my mother said that she likes you. Please let me know about this matter." Don't take it to heart, she likes a lot of boys, she even likes any male pianist with whom she has collaborated or even communicated with."

After finishing speaking, she raised her hand and said casually to Fu Tiao.

"Well, Fu Cong, Daniel Barenboim, Abbado, Dutoit, and..."

Thinking of this place gave her a headache, so she put her hand down directly: "Forget it, there are too many, you can search the Internet yourself."

After that, she bowed again, turned and left.

Fu Tiao looked at the back of her leaving, his eyes didn't fluctuate much, but looked at the busy traffic beside him, and let out a long sigh.

I had a lot of chats with Argerich just now, but he didn't fully understand it until the end.

That is... what kind of feeling is my own Chopin?
But the rewarding point is that he knows what he lacks in Chopin's music.

It's not a special feeling, but a Chopin feeling.

There is no Chopin in his music.

That being the case, the next goal is to play Chopin's feeling.

Fu Tiao clenched his fist slightly, showing a trace of confidence, and took two steps along the road, the fist in his hand became lower and lower, and finally fell down.

There is nothing wrong with saying that!But how should I find my Chopin feeling?

In fact, the original owner's memory of Chopin is not much, more music scores, and his own memory... There is no such thing as Chopin at all!

This is the end.

Fu Tiao stood where he was, took a deep breath, and squatted down involuntarily, feeling a little depressed.

Obviously, I have already found the master and talked to her a lot about music, but why hasn't there been any change?

Ding!
The doorbell next to Fu Tiao rang, and several people pushed the door out laughingly. A burst of loud and familiar music came from behind the door. Fu Tiao turned his head and found himself squatting at the door of a bar at some point.

This is an old-fashioned bar with only a very small door. Inside are antique tables and chairs and a bar with countless beer pumps.

On the stage far from the bar, there is a small upright piano.

There were not many people in the bar, but it was time to eat, so two or three groups of people walked into it within the time Fu Diao was paying attention to.

Fu Tiao thought for a while, and there was nothing else to do for a while, so he pushed the door open, and the noise in the bar instantly enveloped him.

A student who may be a conservatory sits in the center of the stage and plays, his hands are placed on the piano in a very standard way, looking at the score in front of him and playing casually, beside him are double bass, saxophone and drum kit , twisting his body to match the chords of the piano and playing randomly.

Fu Tiao's entry did not attract the attention of many people, only some people gave him a slightly strange look and didn't take it seriously.

This is normal, everyone has their own business.

If Fu Tiao hadn't stretched out his hand to dress too formally, maybe he wouldn't have even looked at it.

The bartender glanced at him and asked casually, "What do you want to drink?"

"Water." Fu Tiao opened his mouth, thought for a while, and added: "Not airy."

"Tsk, you might as well drink Coke and run to the bar to drink water."

The bartender shook his head, picked up a bottle of mineral water from the side, poured a glass and pushed it to Fu Diao: "10 zlotys."

It's the price of two cups of street coffee, but it's normal, who buys water in a bar.

If it wasn't for Fu Tiao who didn't drink, he might order a glass of beer.

After all, the price of water is five times that of the supermarket, while beer is only twice.

Fu Tiao leaned on the counter, took a casual sip of mineral water, nodded to the crowd in the middle with his chin, and asked casually, "What are you doing?"

"Resident musicians, this is a very famous jazz bar in Warsaw. Although we usually invite some students and performers to play, we still occasionally have masters come over."

The bar gave way, gestured to the photo behind him with his hand, and smiled while wiping the wine glass: "No, priestess, Marta Argerich."

Fu Tiao looked at it, and it was Argerich in the photo, but that Argerich was still very young, with an extremely slender figure and big waves of a scumbag, grinning and hugging the boss, smiling at the boss. Lens Bier.

The other hand held the wine glass.

No wonder she can attract so many pianists as her daughter said.

If she is what she was back then, like when she was chatting just now, relying on herself to say that she likes herself, no one can stand it, right?

Think about it, the most powerful female pianist in the world, she is also very beautiful, leaning against you, biting your earlobe with her incomparably smart eyes, asking you in your ear if you want to Play a rhapsody on her.

Gee.

The bartender didn't know what Fu Tiao was thinking, so he just said casually while rubbing the towel over there.

"This one came before she won the Chopin International Piano Competition. At that time, she seemed very nervous and fell into a depression. She suddenly ran to our bar and said that she wanted to practice piano. She had no place to practice piano. gone."

"Then our boss thought about it, let her play all night, drank a lot of wine from us, took a photo and ran away without paying the bill. Unexpectedly, after she disappeared, she won the No. .1."

"Tsk tsk, although we lost a little at the time, it also made our bar one of the most awesome jazz bars in Warsaw. It's not a loss."

The bar shook his head, changed to other stars, and then explained the origin of those photos.

Fu Tiao didn't listen very attentively. After he took out the money from his pocket and handed it over, he took the glass of mineral water and swayed to the side of the group of people, watching their performance.

So much freedom, so much, sir.

No pressure whatsoever.

Fu Tiao listened there for a long time, and the people around him left one after another, and the students who had been playing there got up.

He looked at Fu Tiao, hesitated a little, and then asked tentatively.

"You've been watching it for so long...do you want to try it?"

(End of this chapter)