pianist from the sea

Chapter 287 Our Stage

After a short rest, Camilo gritted his teeth and followed Fu Tiao to the other two people's rooms, namely Taha and Mira's rooms, and knocked on the door gently.

Camilo originally thought that the two of them would be like him. He felt very uncomfortable about having to rehearse just after resting, and even wanted to have a good sleep.

He just didn't expect that the moment the door in front of him opened, Mira and Taha had already changed their clothes into very relaxed clothes. Then they carried their piano cases and looked to open the door. Camilo opened the door and asked with a smile.

"Walk?"

"Walk……"

Camilo was speechless, holding the viola sheet music in his hand and followed the two of them towards Fu Tiao.

He really couldn't understand the people in front of him. Did they really not feel tired at all?Isn’t this too outrageous?

What a joke!
It took almost ten hours by car to arrive in Salzburg. I had just arrived and had not yet enjoyed the facilities of this five-star hotel. I had to rest before getting ready to rehearse.

Why don’t you want to listen to the performances of so many artists around you?
Are there any other art activities that you don’t want to see?
Please, look at the excitement of the tourists around you and show a little empathy. This is a music festival, a festival. Do you understand the festival?Festivals are for fun and joy. Why are you so serious?Even if you are festival performers, you shouldn't be so serious, right?

Do you really not feel tired at all?
At the very least, you have to buy some Mozart chocolate, a specialty of Salzburg, right?Want to know more about Mozart’s former residence and Mozart Museum?
They didn't even go to so many places, didn't even look at them. After they came over to put down their luggage, they immediately discussed going to rehearse.

This group of people is really...

……

"Pervert!!!!"

Not only Camilo, but also a reporter who was downstairs at Fu Diao at this moment looked at the information he had obtained and the artists working at the Salzburg Music Festival with shock in his eyes.

"I originally thought Argerich was a special case, but I didn't expect that every one of these other artists worked so hard! This is really... so shocking!"

Russ, a Spaniard, is a special correspondent for music magazines, specializing in covering music festivals around the world.

That was him. When he first saw Argerich downstairs, he originally wanted to chat with Argerich and see what Argerich thought, but he didn't expect that Argerich ignored him directly. Running all the way to practice.

Although it was a bit embarrassing, for him as a reporter, it was actually quite okay and not that uncomfortable.

You have to know that this kind of person simply ignores him. There are many other people who have even worse attitudes towards him.

There are even people who directly accuse him of being a hot chick. What does it mean if he doesn't care about this?
This time he came to the Salzburg Music Festival and did not set his sights on performing at the festival.

There are too many people doing this kind of topic, and there is nothing outstanding about it.

Therefore, he chose to focus his attention on the pre-performance rehearsals at the Salzburg Music Festival, filming and editing the scenes before the performances.

Because he is a guest editor of a music magazine, his access is not so restricted. Except for paying the room fee, everything else is fine.

And even if he pays for the room fee, as long as he can write a relatively good manuscript, the magazine can still reimburse him for such a simple accommodation fee.

At this moment, he was looking at the information he had collected in recent days, his eyes full of shock.

"I always thought that the group of musicians who came to these music festivals were similar to us. They came to have fun and left directly after playing. But they don't seem to be like that at all!"

He found several photos and looked at the contents and doubted himself for a moment. He wondered if this was really taken by him?

He looked through the photos on his elbows, looking for the artists hidden among the crowd, but after looking through them for a long time, he didn't find any artists playing here, not even watching the fun.

Is it because they don't like the excitement?

Obviously not.

because……

The piano room in the city center was full.

Many piano rooms have stopped making reservations and have stated that no one without a reservation is allowed to come near them.

It was obvious that someone was involved in the sudden road closure.

He quietly asked someone to help reserve a piano room, and then discovered...

Many piano rooms are filled with top masters.

Some people have their own piano studios, such as Argerich. She started practicing at her friend's house in Salzburg. He could not photograph Argerich practicing.

But others are different. Many people who have no experience in piano practice, that is, those young musicians and artists, will choose to perform their final exercises in the piano room.

A dense crowd occupied the piano room every minute.

Ruth stood in the corner of the piano room and quietly took photos of those people, shooting each of them as an artist.

The more I shoot, the more shocking it becomes.

And he couldn't suppress this shock even after he returned to his home.

Everyone is practicing the piano, everyone is practicing the piano.

in particular……

Russ took out a photo of the foursome of Fu Diao, Camilo, Mira and Taha. Looking at the four people above, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

"The most perverted among them is this group of four. The person playing the piano should be called Dior, right? Dior Fu, I heard, is a piano student from China. He won the Chopin International Piano Competition a year ago. With this At the same time, he won the title of Best Piano Concerto of the year, which was very impressive. Not only that, a year later, when he entered the Ruhr Piano Festival for the first time, he directly won this year's Best Newcomer of the Year, or Ruhr. The Best Achievement Award at the Piano Festival! This kind of person should be the kind who travels around the world, right? Why is he still practicing the piano?"

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. He knew Argerich. Argerich was the kind of person who wouldn't practice piano for half a year and practiced for half a month. She was the most proud of her skills. , is her practice efficiency.

Simply talking about practice efficiency, she may be the number one pianist in the world.

Because she was too nervous, she was able to complete other people's works in half a year in one night, practicing continuously for ten hours.

And she can also not practice piano for half a year or even a year without her condition declining.

This Dior is obviously similar to Argerich. Although his reputation can be considered very good, he can also be famous in the world.

I have never heard of the legend that he didn't practice the piano, which means that Fu Tiao should practice the piano every day.

And such a pianist who practices every day was still practicing just before the Salzburg Music Festival?

He is not practicing to maintain the feel, but is practicing very hard. The practice time is basically ten hours at the beginning.

What are you kidding? ? ?
Ruth looked at Fu Tiao with doubts in his mind. No matter how much he thought about it, he could not imagine that someone like Fu Tiao practiced piano ten hours a day.

They can't bring their mobile phones in to play, and then practice the piano while playing on their mobile phones... what the hell!

They are all famous pianists, and they are not students in the conservatory. How could such a situation happen?

But if they didn't bring their mobile phones to play in the piano room, how could they stay in the piano room for ten hours?
This is too outrageous.

Not just Fu Tiao, but also other people around him.

As a music journalist, he should not be too familiar with musicians, even those who are not very famous.

As long as they can have a little bit of reputation, such as Camilo, he can know the details of this group of people.

It's still like Camilo. Others may not know what his level is, but he knows it as a reporter.This person has recently become particularly eye-catching in the Berlin Philharmonic Orchestra. It can even be said that he single-handedly led the development of the Berlin Philharmonic viola, giving the orchestra more new power.

A low reputation does not mean that the person's level is not good, it just means that the person does not have much reputation, that's all.

As for Camilo, the future principal violist of the orchestra, he did not show any pride in being the principal. Instead, he practiced with Fu Diao for a full ten hours without any slack.

At the very least, he stayed in the piano room for ten hours.

Not to mention the other two, one of them is the future hope of cello, as powerful as Yo Ma.

The other person is a technical fiend on the violin, taking the direction of Paganini.

Normally, anyone like this should be a top artist in the world. They have reached such a state and basically cannot write and practice for as long as ordinary people.

Because there are basically no problems with their basic skills, and the problems they have are only in the detailed processing of music.

This group of people practiced so hard before the music festival, so there were only two possibilities.

First, they are pursuing the limits of music and seeing how they can perform music.

Second, they have no idea that they will be performing on stage later, and their current behavior is just... improvising.

These two possibilities made Russ think about it. He felt that he was more inclined to the first possibility than the second one.

What kind of scene is the Salzburg Music Festival? Almost the most powerful music festival in the world is kidding you. If you just run there without any preparation and spend a few days preparing for the music festival, then You will only have one possibility.

It became a joke at the Salzburg Festival and a joke for artists all over the world.

And can any one of these people bear such consequences?
Obviously no one!
Ruth looked at the photos he had taken in his hands and lowered his head as he recalled the scene when he first met Fu Diao and Camilo. Fu Diao's seriousness and Camilo's optimism in the elevator. He couldn't help but squint his eyes. Shake his head slowly.

"It seems that they have high expectations for their performance!"

Ding!
The phone that Ruth put aside suddenly rang. Ruth glanced at the number on it, and the seriousness on his face immediately disappeared and became flattering.

"Hello? Editor-in-Chief? Good afternoon. I hope you have a nice day. What can I do for you?"

"What's the matter? Ruth! Let me remind you that you haven't sent me your new manuscript for a long, long time. Although I know it's not easy for you to write music manuscripts. Classical music can't be chased like those paparazzi. Those music stars are running around, chasing people's privacy and so on, but... you are a reporter! Did you hear that? You are a reporter! The money that labor and management give you is not just to be cool outside, what labor and management wants is reporting. It’s about exclusive interviews with various artists! Do you fucking understand? Let me ask you, where is the labor-management manuscript? Where is it!!!”

Even though Ruth had placed the phone far away from his ears in advance, when he heard the sound in his ears, his face could not help but change, and then he spoke softly with a more flattering smile.

"I know, I know. Editor, don't worry. Please rest assured. The manuscript is already being written. I have made interviews with several artists, and they also decided to accept interviews from me, such as Argerich, Lang Liang Yue, Ma You, Kapustin, editor-in-chief, I guarantee you, they must all be familiar names to you! This manuscript will definitely make you feel satisfied, please believe me! What I say is true! "

"Yeah, I know, don't worry, if the manuscript is not completed, I will not ask you for any reimbursement of room fees or the like, you believe me!"

"Yes, yes, no problem. I won't go too far. I'm preparing to start the exclusive interviews I've arranged with several artists. Don't worry, editor-in-chief, I'll definitely give you a surprise tomorrow!"

"Yes, yes, yes, I have not written well a few times before, but please believe me this time. Really, I have completely changed. I am really confident about this article I wrote. ! You will definitely not be disappointed this time!”

"..."

He promised repeatedly, even though he was not in front of the editor-in-chief, he was still extremely flattering.

After ten minutes of continuous commitment, the editor's anger gradually dissipated under the attack of his fire extinguisher, and he took a long breath, wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and collapsed on the chair.

"Old guy, if you exploit me like this every day, sooner or later I will go on strike with the union people and blast your gold coins hard!"

After he finished speaking, he was also happy. It seemed that he had imagined the scene of himself exploiting the editor-in-chief, and his whole body became cheery.

He spun around in his chair, reached for the concert ticket sitting on the corner of the table, looked at what was written on it, flicked it with his fingers, and whistled.

"My career is entrusted to you. I hope you can be more helpful. Otherwise, I feel like I can only write a manuscript..."

"..."

"That's probably what happened."

Fu Diao didn't know that someone was thinking about him. He took the sheet of music in his hand, opened it, pointed to the p on the last chord and spoke to everyone.

"Just play in the direction we practiced before. We are already prepared like this. There is no way out."

"Please, don't be so serious. You're talking like we're going to die. It's obviously just a music festival!"

Camilo complained on the side, then pointed at the music score in Fu Diao's hand, with a sad look on his face.

"Dior, do you know? I watched with my own eyes as the music score in your hand went from a brand new one, not even 1 centimeter thick, to the tattered one it is now, with a lot of wrinkles and characters all over it. You don’t even want the music book for scrap collection, just let us go and let you go, okay? Give us some space, I’m so tired, ten hours!”

He stretched out his hands and made a sign of ten, with a sad look on his face: "Ten hours, ten hours! Do you know how I got through these three days? I haven't been so hard since I started learning viola since I was a child, and you, Dio, You directly pushed me beyond my limit of practice! You made me go from a tight boy to a loose boy, look at the corners of my eyes! This is what you forced me to do! Wuwuwu..."

Looking at Camilo playing tricks, Fu Diao twitched the corner of his mouth. Before he could say anything, Mira beside him spoke.

"Fu Tiao, I want it!"

"?"

Camilo's twitching body paused, and he looked at the slightly larger Mira behind him, filled with confusion.

"Ah? You want it? What do you want?"

"Music score, what do you think?" Mira glanced at Camilo blankly, pointed at Fu Tiao's tattered music score and said: "This is a treasure that no one can ask for. If you don't want it anymore, Dio, ,can give me."

"..."

As if struck by lightning, Camilo froze in place with his mouth open, and then violently shook his fists.

"This is a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor? I'm just giving an example, and I didn't say that no one wants Dior's music scores! So, Dior, look at me being fucked by you every day... for the sake of practicing for so long, I don't want the music scores anymore. When you are here, remember to consider me!"

"And me~"

Taha on the side is leaning on the wall, the lines of his body are particularly rounded.

She smiled and raised the coffee in her hand to Fu Diao, took a sip, and said with a smile.

"Don't forget me, I also really want to see what Dio wrote in your score."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't fight with me! I was the one who came first. I asked for Dior's music score first. Don't go too far!"

"Eh? Didn't I say it first?" Mira tilted her head and blinked.

Seeing that the three people around him were gradually developing towards Camilo, Fu Diao didn't know what to say and could only helplessly spread his hands.

"We'll talk about it after the concert is over, but now should we focus on our music festival, after all..."

Fu Diao walked to the edge of the backstage curtain, stretched out his hand to pull out a small slit, and looked out the window, with the corner of his mouth raised slightly.

"The stage has been prepared for us."

　Arrived in Germany

　　
　
(End of this chapter)