Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 925 185. Duel between Commanders! Who is Wang Xiaohu?

Uncle Fang, did you make a mistake at the beginning the first time?
Uncle Fang, did you make a mistake at the beginning the first time?
Wang Xiaohu's serious tone seemed to move the entire concert hall, and even the air fell silent.

"Wang Xiaohu."

Before Li An could finish his words, Fang Yongbo raised his hand to signal Li An to stop, and then turned to Wang Xiaohu: "You said I made a mistake at the beginning of the first pass?"

The atmosphere at the scene became inexplicably tense as Fang Yongbo smiled.

Of course, Ang Lee knew that Fang Yongbo would not argue with a child. He was just worried that Wang Xiaohu's behavior would lose points in Fang Yongbo's heart. This was the key point.

Who would have thought that Fang Yongbo seemed to be serious? He quickly took over the conversation and explained to Wang Xiaohu: "Brother Bo, he is being too serious. Don't pay attention to him."

Then Li An criticized Wang Xiaohu harshly: "Do you know what's wrong? You always talk about other people's problems. Don't go anywhere at noon. Go back and reflect on yourself."

"What are you doing?" Fang Yongbo turned his head and curled his lips, then laughed, "Teacher Li, whether it's rehearsal or performance, we are all presenting. Who are we presenting to? Of course, the audience is in the audience. Do the audience have the right to question you? Answer me."

Fang Yongbo's ridicule made Ang Lee laugh and cry. It turned out that he was too narrow-minded. OK, OK, as long as you are happy.

Li An: ".You are right."

Fang Yongbo: “What is it?”

"Any audience member has the right to question the stage." Ang Lee spoke slowly, and at the same time went over this sentence in his mind again.

Fang Yongbo then said meaningfully: "Any audience, remember this."

Li An nodded, "Yes."

The two children didn't expect that the scene suddenly changed and became Uncle Fang "teaching" the teacher a lesson. Xiaoche thought that Wang Xiaohu was going to be criticized by the teacher!

"Wang Xiaohu." Fang Yongbo's eyes returned to the two children and he smiled and said, "Go on."

Just as Wang Xiaohu was about to speak, Li An couldn't help but interrupt: "Use your brain before you speak."

Just like that, not only was Wang Xiaohu scared back the words that were about to come out of his mouth, his eyes also became a little evasive.

"I'm telling you," Fang Yongbo frowned this time, "why don't you go and have a smoke with them?"

"Okay, okay." Li An smiled awkwardly and sat down beside him. Taking advantage of Fang Yongbo's back turned, he pointed at Wang Xiaohu and tapped his own temple.

This scene amused Xiao Linzi.

Fang Yongbo was too lazy to pay attention to Li An's little movements behind him, and directly asked the two children to sit down and talk: "Wang Xiaohu, go ahead and talk. No one will disturb you now."

Teacher An, who was three seats away, also pricked up his ears. He wanted to see what Wang Xiaohu could say.

"Uncle Fang." Although he could feel the "love" from Uncle Fang, Wang Xiaohu used his brain again after the teacher's reminder, "I didn't express myself clearly just now. I didn't mean to target you. It was when I listened to the beginning of the second time and compared it with the first time, I felt that there were some problems with the beginning of the first time, because you are the conductor, you are the highest leader on the stage, so I..."

"I don't know if what I said is right or not. Please don't be angry if I am wrong."

Fang Yongbo smiled: "Look, are there any other people in the audience? I wasn't just talking just now. You are the audience today. Not only you have to speak, but Xiao Linzi will have to speak too. Speak boldly."

Xiaoche: "Yeah, Uncle Fang!"

Fang Yongbo grinned: "Look at Che Lin, Xiaohu, you should learn more from Che Lin in this regard. Young people need to be more energetic. Don't learn from your teacher in this regard."

Ang Lee: That’s actually true.

"Then I'll go first." Wang Xiaohu chuckled, then said seriously: "Uncle Fang, if I heard correctly, there was a problem with your control of the speed when you gave the instructions the first time."

Fang Yongbo: "Oh? What went wrong?"

Wang Xiaohu: "In fact, I didn't think there was anything wrong with it the first time, but when I compared the speed of your handling of the piano part and the dialogue between the strings and woodwinds in the second time, and listened to the speed of your cadenza twice, I realized why you stopped the first time."

Fang Yongbo: “There is more evidence.”

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, Che Lin and I were discussing this just now. She said that the speed of the teacher's first cadenza was slower than when she played at home. This is unreasonable."

After a pause, he said, "So I think the reason why the teacher stopped is that he couldn't play at this speed. Because the teacher told us that the role of the first cadenza here is to connect the previous and the next. It connects the previous part of the introduction and opens the next part of the theme. Since the previous part is not connected, there is no point in opening the next part. In the teacher's words, this time it is meaningless, so he stopped."

Ang Lee: You have some analytical skills.

Fang Yongbo: "That's a good analysis. So what you mean is that I couldn't play the piano anymore because I didn't control the speed at the beginning."

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, I believe the teacher must have followed your speed prompts the first time. He told us to treat this work as a symphony with piano parts, not a piano concerto where all instruments revolve around the piano. In the situation just now, he couldn't have followed his own speed. If he had followed his own speed, he would not have been unable to play it, absolutely not."

Ang Lee: This kid.

Fang Yongbo nodded: "I understand, but Wang Xiaohu, as a conductor, you have to know that anything can happen on the stage. The stage is moving, and it is not that the conductor can guarantee that everything will be safe and sound just by standing there. In many cases, facing emergencies, the conductor is powerless. Can you say that all stage accidents are caused by the conductor?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Of course not."

Fang Yongbo: "So what is your basis for judging that the first time was caused by me? Just because your teacher has extremely high performance quality and was forced to stop? This is not convincing."

Wang Xiaohu: "You used this action at the interface between the second introduction and the cadenza."

As he spoke, Wang Xiaohu stood up, and when his right hand drew the second beat, there was a large movement, then it suddenly drew a large circle from left to right, and then slightly pointed diagonally to forty-five degrees.

“You did it this way here, I saw it very clearly and remember it very clearly, you didn’t do it this way the first time.

Fang Yongbo's eyes twisted slightly, "Then tell me what my purpose is for doing this the second time."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher Qin told me in the first class that the dotted beats and the drawn beats represent the direction of the music's emotions. When the dots and lines appear together, it means that there are not only changes in emotions, but also changes in speed."

"So you increased the speed here in the second time, but you didn't in the first time, so the teacher couldn't enter the cadenza at a reasonable speed. And even I felt that the teacher played very comfortably in the second time."

At this moment Fang Yongbo felt a little strange in his heart. He really didn't expect Wang Xiaohu to be able to observe so carefully, and he didn't expect Wang Xiaohu to be able to combine theory with the on-site analysis. This alone was very rare and valuable.

This child does have some talents that are worth cultivating.

"The analysis is on point," Fang Yongbo affirmed without hesitation, "I did speed things up a bit here."

Hearing Uncle Fang's confession, Wang Xiaohu did not feel relieved, "Uncle Fang, I haven't finished yet."

Ang Lee: Go ahead!
Xiaoche: Eh? Fang Yongbo's smile turned playful, "Go on."

Wang Xiaohu went over his guess in his mind again, and after a moment, he said, "Uncle Fang, when I asked you at the beginning whether you made a mistake the first time, what I still want to express is, well, how should I put it, I am a little speechless."

"Don't worry," Fang Yongbo glanced at the time, "There's still time. If you can't finish, you can continue during lunch."

Wang Xiaohu narrowed his eyes and recalled what he had just heard in his mind.

After a moment, “Uncle Fang, what I want to talk about is the mistakes you made as a conductor. Like I said at the beginning, you are the top leader on the stage, and you made a mistake that you shouldn’t have made.”

Ang Lee: Why did it start again!

Xiaoche: What do you want to say, Mr. Wang?

Fang Yongbo seemed to understand something. "Are you trying to say that I made a stupid mistake?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes, yes, yes! That's what I mean. Uh, it's definitely not your mistake. That's why I find it strange that you would make such a mistake."

Fang Yongbo hesitated for a moment, then nodded in response to Wang Xiaohu's puzzled look, "Then I'll tell you, I did make a stupid mistake. Whether you can point it out or not, I'll give you the baton on the podium."

Ang Lee: Was this an accident?
Little car: Come on!!!

Wang Xiaohu looked towards the podium in disbelief, then looked towards the teacher with difficulty. He seemed to vaguely see the teacher secretly giving him a thumbs up.

"I mean what I say," Fang Yongbo stood up, "There are still two minutes and thirty-seven seconds until the second half of the rehearsal begins. Come on."

So cool! Brother Xiaohu thinks this is what a conductor is like. He can always control the time accurately in his own hands.

But he had to calm down first, Uncle Fang’s baton, oh my god!
"Uncle Fang."

Wang Xiaohu swallowed and said, "When the music starts for the first time, the speed is in your hands, and the music is also in your hands."

"But when the French horn uncle finished playing, your movements almost stopped at this time, and the speed given to me was to leave the speed of the music to the music."

Wang Xiaohu spoke cautiously, but Fang Yongbo's heart was already beginning to stir.

"The teacher took over the French horn and finished playing the dialogue, and you began to conduct again. At this time, I found that your speed seemed to be different from the beginning, slower than the beginning. It gave me the feeling that you were following the music."

"At this time, the woodwind and string players will follow your gestures, and the overall speed will be slower than the French horn player at the beginning. But if this speed was set by you at the beginning, you should have given the French horn player a slower speed at the beginning."

Hearing this, a teacher in the third room suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"So my later analysis is that you delegated the tempo to the band the first time, which resulted in the band not following your tempo. When you took over the tempo later, the band followed your tempo, which resulted in the tempo of the entire piece of music being inconsistent."

The more Wang Xiaohu talked about the need for clarity of thought, the faster he spoke:

"To put it simply, you conduct at the beginning and the band follows you. After the music starts, you subconsciously follow the music and the band's pace. When the band comes back to follow you, you are already slower than at the beginning, so in the end the whole music becomes slower and slower. Every uncle and aunt is unknowingly slowed down in this round."

"If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have done that, because you were the one standing at the podium."

Wang Xiaohu scratched his head and said, "Uncle Fang, I'm done. That's all I heard and that's all I could think of."

Just then, there was a commotion on the stage, and the performers returned to the stage one after another. The second half of the rehearsal was about to begin.

If Fang Yongbo was just feeling a wave of turmoil in his heart just now, then at this moment a violent storm was playing out in his heart.

It's incredible that a twelve-year-old could come up with such an insight just by watching a rehearsal. It's amazing.

What is the ability to command?
It is well known that a conductor cannot directly produce the physical sounds required for any music through his baton. In other words, there is a contradiction between conducting and music itself.

So the picture of how a conductor makes music is too abstract.

It is so abstract that many people who don’t know the truth think that conducting is just a decoration, and some even say it’s just waving your arms, and I can do it too.

But is the conductor really just an athlete standing in front of all the musicians waving his arms?

As Wang Xiaohu analyzed, the same Uncle Fang, the same piece, the same orchestra, but just because of slightly different hand gestures during the two times of conducting, two completely different pieces of music were produced.

This is the significance of a conductor's presence in a piece of music.

An excellent conductor can awaken the full vitality of a work and even activate the second life of a work.

And behind all this is the task of command.

All the conductor's homework lies in reading the score and rehearsing with the orchestra.

In the process of these two tasks, it can be seen whether a person has the potential to become a commander.

Fang Yongbo felt like he had found a piece of gold, a piece of pure gold.

It is amazing enough that a twelve-year-old child could concentrate on reading such a long and tedious score.

But this child was able to analyze the relationship between the conductor, speed and performers during the music just by watching the rehearsal.

If these are not pure talents, then what are the talents that a commander should possess?

Fang Yongchang sighed deeply, then looked at Wang Xiaohu, his eyes showing a little more expectation.

"Well said, let's stop here for now. Come with me first."

Ah, yes, it’s time to take the baton. Brother Xiaohu still felt like he was dreaming at this moment, and followed Fang Yongbo towards the stage.

Under the curious gazes of the performers, Wang Xiaohu was a little shy when he walked onto the stage. He even felt that every instrument on the stage had turned into a ferocious beast in the hands of the performers.

"Take it."

The next second, all the musicians widened their eyes.

Fangtou actually gave his baton to the little kid in front of him!
What completely shocked the whole audience was Fang Yongbo's next sentence.

"Wang Xiaohu, you stand next to me in the second half."

What is going on? There was an uproar on and off the stage.

Who is Wang Xiaohu?