Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 877 137. Brother Tiger’s debut in three steps!
Li Ang and Xu Li quietly entered the concert hall through the back door.

The rehearsal on the stage was in progress, and the two found a secluded corner backstage and sat down.

This angle allows you to see the stage without being easily discovered.

He wanted to see first whether it was as Teacher Mu had just said on the phone.

Soon Ang Lee's attention shifted from the conductor's podium to the children in the orchestra. It was obvious that each child was playing very hard, but the consequence of their hard work was also obvious - the sound of the entire orchestra was too dry.

This restlessness makes the problem of lack of pitch more obvious. If you play in this way, it will be useless even if you get the pitch right at the beginning.

The intonation of a wind orchestra requires perfect pitch and perfect control.

Based on the pitch presentation that Li An has heard so far, he can give Wang Xiaohu three points for his performance in the tuning segment, but the young musicians' control can only get one point at most from him.

Xu Li listened with great interest because she didn't understand; she just felt excited when she listened.

At first glance, the scene seems to be bustling with activity, but Ang Lee wants more than just bustle, otherwise what is the difference between him and Liu Daguang.

He believed that Wang Xiaohu was aware of this, so he was quite surprised how Wang Xiaohu restrained himself from interrupting everyone.

According to Wang Xiaohu’s remarks yesterday, it is estimated that Wang Xiaohu will interrupt everyone once in every section.

Liu Zhaocheng: Brother An, we will be there soon.

Eighty-one: Go through the back door and keep your voice down.
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The orchestra finally went through the entire piece, and as Wang Xiaohu put his hands together, the various parts finished the piece in a very untidy manner.

Many young musicians were wondering why it ended so quickly, as they clearly still had a few bars left to play.

But it doesn’t matter, everyone feels great.

Then all kinds of commotion ensued, and the stage suddenly became excited.

Lin Ziyang: “Be quiet!”

This time Lin Ziyang's silence did not work, because everyone was still immersed in the performance just now, and there was no teacher on the scene.

Qiao Zhizhi: "Everyone please be quiet for a moment, the teacher will be here soon."

The scene calmed down when they heard that the teacher would be here soon.

"very good."

Wang Xiaohu, who had been thinking, finally spoke up, "We are really strong. We managed to complete the song in the first take."

Wang Xiaohu's encouragement immediately livened up the atmosphere again. At the same time, Wang Xiaohu signaled Lin Ziyang and the others not to say anything more.

From the perspective of lower grade students, no one likes to be ordered around by higher grade students.

What's more, they just went through the whole song.

Wang Xiaohu let everyone relax and rest for about half a minute, then clapped his hands and said, "Okay, now let's look at it again from the beginning. There are a few places that are a pity. We were just a little bit away from getting full marks."

“For example, at the beginning, if we can create a sense of drama, it will be perfect.”

The stage gradually became quiet, and more and more children turned their attention back to the podium.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaohu jumped off the podium, and the children's attention followed him to the edge of the stage.

"The whole rhythm in the intro is exactly the same, it just keeps repeating, like this."

Wang Xiaohu swung his arms and walked back and forth in front of the fifth stage, his steps were consistent and steady, "If we were not playing music, we were performing a skit, and I am walking back and forth like a monk chanting sutras, would you like to see it?"

Although the senior students believed in Wang Xiaohu, they felt a little embarrassed to answer this question, even though they knew what Wang Xiaohu wanted to say.

But, "I don't want to!"

Children in lower grades can show their characteristics and advantages in this stage.

"Right," Wang Xiaohu smiled, stopped and turned around: "I don't want to watch it either. If I were sitting in the audience, I would definitely find it boring to watch such a performance. What is this person doing? Is he sick? Take a few steps?"

Stage: Hahahaha——

"Shhhhh!" Wang Xiaohu put his finger in front of his mouth, and the stage instantly became quiet. Then he lowered his voice a lot: "What if this happens?"

After saying that, he stood on tiptoe, lowered his body and looked around, then carefully took a step forward with his left foot, then looked around again, and carefully stepped forward with his right foot.

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Amid laughter, Teacher Mu, who had just returned from getting the music score, walked into the concert hall from the front door and was setting up the stage.

When Qiao Zhizhi saw Teacher Mu coming, she came to Wang Xiaohu and whispered something, then jumped off the stage. After hearing what Qiao Zhizhi said, Teacher Mu shouted, "You guys arrange your own music, don't worry about me." Then he handed the music score back to Qiao Zhizhi.
For fear of disturbing the children's rehearsal, Teacher Mu sat directly in the audience.

Is Teacher Li not here yet? Teacher Mu sent a message to Li An.

A moment later, 'We're backstage, let them line up on their own.'

After receiving Li Ang's reply, Teacher Mu put away his phone with peace of mind.

He looked up for a moment. What is this?

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The interrupted laughter on the stage rang out again, and Wang Xiaohu was seen swimming around in front of the stage like a thief, performing extremely well.

Backstage.

"This is?"

Hai Tao and his companions who arrived in a hurry didn't know the plot and were struck by lightning at the opening.

Lee Ang: "Sit down and watch slowly."

Several people brought chairs and sat behind Li Ang.
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"it is good."

Wang Xiaohu stopped and turned around again, "What did I look like just now?"

"Thief!"

"The bun thief!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Stealing steamed buns is a trick only children of scholars would understand. After dinner every day, the brave children would sneak into the restaurant's warming cabinet to see if there was any stock, and the teacher on duty in the cafeteria would occasionally acquiesce.

"If we were to perform a skit, this would definitely be more appealing than before, because the audience would immediately understand what we were going to perform."

"They will definitely be curious about what the thief is going to steal, and then our goal is achieved. We successfully used dramatic performance to attract their attention to our skit."

Wang Xiaohu returned to the podium and said, "Now let's go back to our introduction. The principle is the same. How can we attract everyone's attention through the transmission of sound and make them more excited about our next performance?"

There was silence.

There was silence backstage as well.

moment.

Wang Wenyang: “I’ll go.”

Liang Yudan: “That’s amazing.”

Zheng Haitao: "Have children nowadays evolved to this level?"

After a pause, "Sister Xu, I don't mean anything else, but Xiaohu is indeed a bit over the top."

Everyone agreed.

Xu Li smiled: "You taught me all this."

I haven't taught this episode, Li An said in his heart, but even though he hadn't taught it, he was not surprised at all by Wang Xiaohu's remarks. Maybe Wang Xiaohu's actions just now were very interesting to others, but in his opinion, this was just a normal manifestation of Wang Xiaohu's talent. He discovered Wang Xiaohu's potential in this area a long time ago.

Furthermore, look at the teachers gathered around Wang Xiaohu, Qin Yong, Fang Zheng, and him. To be frank, how many children studying music in Chengdu can have such conditions?

It's just a piece of wood, but after a while it can utter a few musical words.

Of course, Li Ang thought that the question raised by Wang Xiaohu was indeed well-thought-out, but he was more concerned about whether Wang Xiaohu had a solution to the problem.

The introduction was not easy to solve because there were too many repetitive phrases and the performers were children who were not even amateur enough. After thinking about it and discussing it with Zhang Miao, he finally came up with a solution.

The main task of the orchestra's rehearsal tonight is to solve the problem. Once the introduction is done, the rest will be easy.

After looking at his cell phone, Ang Lee decided to give Wang Xiaohu another twenty minutes. If Wang Xiaohu could not solve the problem within twenty minutes, he would have to go on stage. The rehearsal time was limited.

How to make the audience look forward to the music that follows through the performance of the introduction? Wang Xiaohu was nervous when he asked this question.

According to his idea yesterday, it would be natural for the performers to make changes in volume, and he thought so even before the first round began.

But after going through it once and combining it with the actual situation, he felt that this idea would only be a waste of everyone's time.

At first he thought that giving up speed could be exchanged for a certain quality, but the fact was that giving up speed only resulted in everyone's uncontrolled volume.

Uncontrolled volume makes the quality even more fragmented.

That’s right, that’s what Wang Xiaohu thought, but what does it matter? Isn’t that what rehearsal is all about?

"All saxophone parts, starting from the first measure, lower the volume by half. Pay attention, follow my breathing."

After four beats, all the saxophone members breathed in unison with Wang Xiaohu and played the beginning again in unison.

Xu Hongxin: “Excellent.”

Every teacher heard a neat beginning, the neatness of which exceeded their expectations for these children. Obviously, this was Wang Xiaohu's credit.

But Wang Xiaohu's suggestion of reducing the volume by half is too "harsh" for 90% of young musicians.

As expected, Wang Xiaohu's first attempt failed.

"Imagine the feeling of blowing out a candle."

Wang Xiaohu tried the second plan.

Blowing out the candles is very vivid, and the young musicians immediately had a sense of the picture, but thinking about it and doing it are two different things.

During the second attempt, many young musicians blew the instrument as if they were blowing a candle, but found that this made no sound at all, or they produced crackling overtones.

In this regard, Wang Xiaohu could only wipe the sweat off his face. While wiping the sweat, he was stunned for a moment and then started laughing.

"You're still laughing." Qiao Zhizhi was almost worried to death. She was worried about the rehearsal progress and was worried about Wang Xiaohu. The teachers had problems today and the pressure was all on Wang Xiaohu. Although she was standing here, she couldn't help much.

"It's okay." Wang Xiaohu was smiling because when he was wiping his sweat just now, he suddenly remembered that he had designed some movements for going up to the podium, which included wiping sweat.

He just made this action unconsciously and he found it very interesting. It turns out that the conductors in the video were not wiping their sweat for show.

Oh, what should I do?

There is a way, but...
"Thank you," Wang Xiaohu took the tissue handed to him by Qiao Zhizhi and wiped his forehead again.

Qiao Zhizhi leaned in and whispered, "Why not let only some of the students blow at the beginning?"

Isn’t this a coincidence? Qiao Zhizhi directly said the third plan in Wang Xiaohu’s mind.

This can make the beginning clean and beautiful to the greatest extent, and can also greatly reduce the probability of errors.

But Wang Xiaohu couldn't bear it, especially when he really stood on the podium and looked at the stage from a conductor's perspective. Although his musicians didn't play perfectly, they all tried very hard, repeating it over and over again according to his requirements.

The reason why we can’t play it well is that we haven’t had enough time to learn it. The songs are chosen by the teachers, so can we be blamed for this?

Besides, is he a good conductor?
Everyone believed in him and listened to him completely when the teachers were not around. But then he asked some students to stop blowing the trumpet.

He couldn't say this anyway.

"Everyone take a break first. You can talk, but don't leave your seats. We will continue right away."

After saying that, Wang Xiaohu sighed and shook his head. Taking advantage of the chaos, he turned to Qiao Zhizhi and said, "We still have time. There should be a way."

"Okay." Qiao Zhizhi certainly wanted every student sitting here to brag. She was worried about the efficiency. Since Wang Xiaohu said so, she listened to Wang Xiaohu and said, "You really look like a conductor."

"Ah?" Wang Xiaohu was stunned. If he had heard this under normal circumstances, he would have laughed so hard that his mouth couldn't close. But at this moment, he could only move his sore shoulders. "Thank you, I'm still far from that."

Qiao Zhizhi smiled: "I just said you look like it."

Wang Xiaohu: “Hahahaha.”

As Wang Xiaohu was laughing, his brain started working rapidly again. Everyone else could rest, but he couldn't.

What to do, what to do, what to do, everyone can’t get weaker, and if they can’t get weaker at the beginning, they can’t get stronger later.

The contrast between the strong and the weak is determined by the weak, and the teacher's words are almost bearing fruit in his heart.

How to do it?

Eh? !

Eh? !

Wang Xiaohu's gaze fell on the back of the stage for a moment, and then he narrowed his eyes and began to think.

He had the frown on his face as if he had just woken up and everyone had told him that the earth was square.

The contrast between strong and weak is determined by weakness. If we regard the saxophone part as a whole, and define its intensity that cannot be reduced any further as weak, then should we find a part that is stronger than it to act as strong, so that the contrast between strong and weak still exists?

Looking beyond the strengths and weaknesses of a single voice and taking in the entire orchestra, Wang Xiaohu's eyes gradually brightened.

"Okay."

"Okay."

"What's the matter?" Qiao Zhizhi gave him a puzzled look.

Wang Xiaohu exhaled lightly, then slowly and confidently said: "I have a solution."

At this moment, the phone in Li An's hand lit up in the background. He thought Mu Xin had passed the verification, but when he opened it, he saw -

Ashin: Ange?
Ang Lee hesitated for a moment, looked at the time again, and then started editing, "Let Zhang Miao go up." Just as he was about to send it, there was applause from the stage.

Everyone looked over and saw Wang Xiaohu clapping his hands vigorously: "Everyone, get in position! Let's do it again!"

Looking at Wang Xiaohu's confident smile, Li An lowered his head and deleted the edited text. Before he could reply to Ashin who was behind Xu Hongxin, Ashin sent another message: I understand.

This time, Li An put the phone directly into his pocket. As soon as he put the phone back in his pocket, his screen lit up again.

In a rental house in Shenzhen, Mu Xin vowed that he would never stay up late again.

She still hadn’t recovered after a whole day’s sleep, and the worst thing was that she missed her boss’s WeChat application.

The sky is collapsing, damn.

"For the saxophone part this time, students who can play softly, go for it boldly. Students who can't play softly, go for it boldly. Just pay a little attention to the tone and don't blow it up, and you'll get full marks."

Everyone was stunned.

Li An smiled.

The bastard finally rounded the corner.