pianist from the sea

Chapter 4 Mobilization Before the War
There were many people in the concert hall, and countless people stood in the hall on the first floor chatting casually, looking at those around them intentionally or unintentionally, with a trace of exploration and hostility.

All the players who can enter this round are all the best among them.

The strongest young people in the past ten years have all gathered here, just to compete for the last seat.

Fu Tiao weighed the number plate in his hand, ignoring the eyes of the people around him, walked up to the staff, and handed out his ID card.

"Hello, where are you from?"

"Virginia cruise ship." Fu Tiao replied without thinking.

"Virginia?" The staff was stunned, and flipped through the documents in their hands for a long time: "Huh?"

Fu Tiao thought for a while, then glanced at the certificate in his hand, and then spoke.

"Sorry, I was thinking about some other things just now, and I was a little distracted. This is my identification card. My name is Tiao Fu, from Huaguo."

"Ah? Okay, please wait a moment, let me check here..."

This was just a small episode. The staff picked up Fu Tiao's certificate and compared it with the document in front of him. After confirming that the two were correct, he returned the certificate.

He reached out his hand to signal Fu Tiao to follow another staff member standing aside, and let him follow the guidance to his piano room.

On the day of the qualifiers, all players who have not participated in the competition will have two hours of practice time for them to recover their state before the competition.

The staff stood at the door and checked the form in their hands, confirming with Fu Tiao.

"Dior, let me check with you here. You are the second contestant to appear this morning. The time of your appearance is 30:27. The preliminaries will last for 1 minutes. The work you submitted is Chopin's Third Piano Narrative Chopin Nocturne Op10-4, Chopin Etudes Op25-10, 30-3, Chopin Mazurka 30-4, [-]-[-]..."

The staff quickly checked with Fu Tiao the work he was going to play next, and confirmed the version he was going to play by the way.

The version is very important. Although the sound is similar, there is a slight gap between many versions. If the judges and contestants do not use the same version of the score, it is easy to cause misjudgment and lead to a significant drop in scores.

After confirming everything, the staff quickly left.

Everyone is extremely serious and meticulous, and completes their work with quality and quantity as much as possible.

Although it feels a bit too serious, this sense of isolation is the way to allow players to enter the state faster.

"Is this the Chopin International Piano Competition... It's really stressful."

After the figures of Fu Tiao and other staff completely disappeared from his sight, he sighed, quickly sat on the piano bench, closed his eyes, stroked the keyboard in his hand, and landed gently.

when……

The sound of the piano sounded, clear and transparent, rippling and breaking his heart.

The timbre is better than all the pianos he has ever played, and the expressive ability of the piano is far better than before.

Fu Tiao's eyes lit up slightly, and his fingers ran quickly on the piano keyboard.

The speed gradually became faster and faster from the beginning with a slight stagnation.

Every sound is so clear and bright, without any trace of impurities.

The piano is almost perfect.

And his performance is also amplified better on this almost perfect piano, and some of the problems he had on the small piano in the house before are also amplified at this moment.

There is still time, and it is much better to find problems before the game than to find them during the game.

Looking at the increasingly flexible hands running in front of him, he couldn't help narrowing his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised.

Feeling that he is gradually controlling his body, the sluggishness that was frozen in his body before was shattered instantly under the running of the music.

Between the music, only his existence remains.

Fu Tiao was constantly running, and finally raised his head in satisfaction, and took out the music score that he had shown the staff before, and at the same time, he also took out his mobile phone.

He has an ability, which he thinks is the strongest among all the pianists he has ever seen.

That is, to imitate...

Compared with the latter part, he specially asked the bartender to add white phosphorus to the cigarette, but the former part is really technical.

Jazz does not have a completely unified expression. Everything in jazz is performed by improvisation.

He listened to it once, and he was able to perfectly interpret all the improvisations that Old Hei played on the spot. This is the real strength.

Now, as he did then, he needs to use all his energy to listen to and recall these Chopin works and how to play them.

Fu Tiao turned on his mobile phone, found the Chopin recording he often listened to according to his memory, quickly memorized the content of the Chopin recording, and integrated everything into his fingers.

Coupled with the practice a few days ago, although his level is not stronger than the master, it is definitely enough!

And the dancing of his fingers in the air has gradually become more and more proficient from the youthful at the beginning, and the beauty in the music has also become more and more prosperous.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and finally, the time came to ten o'clock.

The sound of the piano in the house gradually extinguished, and outside the house, the heavy bell shattered the heavy mist.

Chopin International Piano Competition, preliminary round, starts now!
Listening to the if there is no sound coming from outside the house, if it is correct, the first contestant has already stepped onto the stage.

Ten fifteen.

dong dong...

"Contestant Fu Diao, your match is about to start, please..."

The staff member held the writing board and tapped on the door, then slowly pushed it open, and then couldn't help but froze.

Fu Tiao has already prepared everything.

Wearing a neat suit, he straightened the cuffs with his fingers, and stood in front of the window looking out at the square.

Hearing the staff's voice, he turned his head slowly, looked at him and nodded slightly, and said softly.

"I see, let's go."

……

At this moment, in the concert hall on the roof.

The venue for the qualifiers is not to use the Chopin main concert hall in the Warsaw National Philharmonic Hall, but to use the small concert hall above the main concert hall.

This is a small concert hall, the seats have no height difference at all, but there are hundreds of chairs in one room, and a high platform about half a meter is placed in front of all the chairs. piano.

The lights were dim, and there were only traces of yellow light on the stage behind the curtain and on both sides of the concert hall, and there were no other light sources other than that.

Everyone sat in chairs, quietly listening to today's first contestant play.

Eric Sandra, a local player from Poland, played "Chopin Nocturne 27-1, Etudes 10-5, 10-7, 25-11, Mazurka 59-1, Ballade No. [-]."

Several judges sat on the chairs with extremely serious expressions, carefully flipping through the score brought by the contestant, digging out the details.

Several of them heard about 8 wrong things about Eric Sandra, put down the music score in their hands, and sentenced her to death in their hearts.

Only one or two listened carefully.

However, their more unified procedure was to give this person a failing grade.

In the Chopin International Piano Competition, the competition gives you only three mistakes.

For the rest, you need to use your grades to pay for it.

(End of this chapter)