The daily life of Buddhist texts

When he saw the drowsy Oremu Gen, his expression froze.

Then Sakamoto Taichi came to Oreki Gen's side, and lightly tapped the drum with a drum stick.

The bang bang brought back Oreki Gen, who was about to go to sleep.

Gen Oreki looked up at Taichi Sakamoto.

Someone secretly laughing underneath.

"Yes?" Sakamoto Taichi asked softly.

"Yes." Oreki Gen nodded.

"Have you heard it before?"

"I carried it."

Taichi Sakamoto certainly knew what Gen Oreki meant by "transportation".

Realize the music in your brain in various ways.

Sakamoto Taiichi prefers to call this method creation, but Oreki Gen is very weird, he likes to use the word "transportation".

Let it be a little quirk of young musicians, harmless.

"I helped a lot of Konpanda's songs." Gen Oreki added.

"It's really you, Teacher Atamaitai."

"Thank you."

"When did you learn the drum kit?" Sakamoto Taiichi asked.

"Just for a few days." Oreki Gen said honestly.

"Don't pull your hips."

"it is good."

Then Taichi Sakamoto came to the members of the performance department and kindly asked them if they were ready.

But they all stood there silently.

Because Sakamoto Taiichi spoke with Oreki Gen, as if he was facing his own grandson.Looking at Gen Oreki's reaction, the two seem to have known each other for a long time.

A bold idea popped up in my mind.

Is it...

"Are you ready?" Taichi Sakamoto interrupted their thoughts.

"Yes, you can try it!" A student raised his hand to signal.

"can!"

"definitely no problem!"

"It should work! But there may be a little mistake!"

Sakamoto nodded to show that he understood.

Don't embarrass the students.

Not everyone can achieve photographic memory, instant listening and playing.

After checking each part, Taiichi Sakamoto turned around and used his baton to signal the audience in the audience to be quiet, then looked at the members of the performance department in front of him, and gave his eyes to signal.

The members of Sobu High Performance Department also responded with their eyes.

They have entered a state of extraordinary performance today.

Full of confidence.

They were more worried about the drowsy Oreki next to them than themselves.

"Monster" written by Taiichi Sakamoto is full of drums.

I hope the drummer doesn't pull his hips too much.

They prayed in their hearts.

But then again.

Who is this person?

After confirming that the drummer was Gen Oreki himself, only a few senior seniors stood on the stage calmly, waiting for Taichi Sakamoto to wave his baton.

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Taichi Sakamoto's baton was lightly waved down, and the flute section began to perform "Monster".

There were no problems at first.

The audience in the audience dared not speak for fear of disturbing the rhythm on the stage.

But gradually, as time went by, some parts started to obviously go wrong.

No wonder.

After all, this is the first time I have played, and I haven't even practiced before. It is not easy to reach this level.

Therefore, Taichi Sakamoto waved his baton patiently, adjusting the situation of each part.But even so, there is still a situation where the rhythm is not harmonious.

Then, it's the drum kit's turn to cut into the rhythmically tight pad.

A set of smooth and flowing combos.

perfect.

Before the audience could react, Oreki Gen on stage fell into that half-asleep state again.

Sakamoto Taichi glanced at the direction of the drum kit with a little concern, then continued to change back to his amiable smile, and slowly adjusted the state of the wind section.

offstage.

"The combo was so fast just now," Ritsu Tainaka looked hesitant, "I didn't realize it at all."

"And there is still a lot of energy left." Mio Akiyama added looking at Gen Oreki's expression.

As time passed, the foreheads of two bass students began to sweat.

They are obviously out of rhythm with their voices.

If you want to keep up, take another quick shot.If you want to slow down, take another beat.

There was no way to adjust it for a while.

And Sakamoto Taichi is concentrating on conducting the treble department.

Sure enough, even a music godfather like Taiichi Sakamoto couldn't multitask.

Laymen can clearly hear the chaos inside.

There were faint whispers underneath.

One of the girls panicked and was eight beats behind the people around her.

When I want to follow up again, I don't know where the score is played.

She can only watch the situation and blow lightly, looking for an opportunity to reintegrate into the voice part.

It turned out that I was the only one pulling my hips.

hateful!

You have to hurry up!

But the more she thought about it, the more she couldn't keep up.

She was so anxious that her feet began to feel a little weak.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the boy playing the drum, and found that he was looking at this side, the thick dark circles under his eyes seemed to be mocking her.

why is it like this!

Obviously everyone is on the same stage!

Too much!

The girl thought angrily.

However, the next moment, the boy playing drums held up the drum stick and waved it lightly.

The girl in the low voice was stunned for a moment, and felt that this movement was very familiar.

It seems to be... the same movement as Mr. Sakamoto?

Means to speed up an eight beat?

Subconsciously, the girl picked up the speed, and then miraculously found herself in the rhythm of her own voice again.

Him, he's directing?

The girl kept up the pace with great difficulty, glanced lightly at the senior who was playing drums out of the corner of her eye, and found that while he was beating the drums, he was waving the drum sticks to communicate with the senior senior in middle voice.

look at their eyes...

It seems to be helping to direct?

how can that be!

The girl in the low voice part was greatly shocked, and she slowed down unconsciously.

Then the drummer's sticks immediately reversed direction, reminding her to pick up the tempo.

The girl's pretty face tightened, covered in cold sweat, like a soldier obeying orders, and instantly followed the large army.

Are you a fairy!

With so many people's voices, you can actually tell that I'm a beat behind? !

Are you a superpower?

Unable to express her inner surprise in time, the girl had no choice but to blow the euphonium loudly.