Old-time musicians

In the eyes of the crowd, Sheeran, wearing a white gauze dress, walked to the side of the conductor's platform with a piano.

"It turned out to be Miss Sheeran!"

"I like to cooperate with her in concerto! Those soloists who have cooperated in the past are not necessarily better than Miss Sheeran in piano skills, but they all give people too much pressure. In name, it is cooperation, but in fact, they feel that the school is paying them to lead the student orchestra."

"I heard that she is Professor Anton's daughter, right? Then she is Professor Fanning's junior sister?"

"No wonder this work is dedicated to her"

"If only I could become Professor Anton's apprentice when he was still alive"

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They had received practice scores before, and did not know who the dedication and soloist were. Fanning's brief words instantly made the musicians think about it. Roy, who was in the other direction, tapped the back of the bow with his right index finger, and his eyes showed a thoughtful look.

Although Sheeran is not a student of St. Lenya University yet, as the concertmaster of the First Symphony at the make-up concert, her youth and talent have left a deep impression on all the students.

Julius looked at Sheeran's profile not far from her, with a subtle worry and a sense of relief on her face.

Since Fanning took office, she was extremely afraid that her position as the first violinist would be adjusted. Today, seeing Sheeran appear as a soloist, she was temporarily relieved, but when she thought of the worries in the future, some long-standing jealousy could not help but appear.

As Fanning raised his right hand, the musicians' different thoughts and breathing finally gathered together.

Fanning smiled gently, and nodded slightly downward, indicating that the band's performance should have a hazy and elegant temperament like poetry.

The baton tip made a gentle fall mark, the string section played the whisper of the semi-broken chord in E minor, and the plucking sound of the cello and double bass was as deep as the waves.

In the atmosphere of happiness and sentimentality, the girl used the bow, gently rubbed the E string with her ring finger, and played an elegant and melancholy melody.

The feeling of pleasing to the ears when hearing it for the first time was like a person who was extremely hot and thirsty, suddenly being poured into a big mouthful of cool and sweet drink. Although it was refreshing and wonderful to eat it with relish, it was drowned and breathless, the pores opened, and the breathing was rapid.

Kaplun, who was standing aside, opened his mouth wide, and his whole body was trembling faintly. The pen in the notebook in his hand was not clamped firmly for a while, and it fell to the ground with a "click".

The four or five old professors sitting upright next to him stared at him with murderous eyes, which frightened him so much that he trembled and bent down to pick it up.

"Too noble! Noble sorrow, elegant sentimentality! This theme, this theme" Vice President Huxley's language thinking in his brain was a little short-circuited, and he was looking for descriptive words at a high speed and uncontrollably, "This theme definitely has the potential to be passed down! My God, he actually wrote such a melody!!"

"I only thought he liked to pile up orchestrations and polyphonic textures before, ignoring that he is also a melody genius!"

Several old professors with more conservative aesthetic preferences had been very restrained in their evaluation of Fanning's previous "First Symphony". At this moment, they suddenly loved Fanning and thought that the themes in his symphony were equally charming.

The music only went on for more than three minutes. Before the music entered the lyrical sub-theme, Fanning tapped the baton to the ground, and the orchestra's performance stopped abruptly.

In general, the effect has come out. Although the practice score was only distributed yesterday at noon, the orchestra part of this concerto is technically simpler, and the person who led the whole audience is Sheeran.

"Then what?" Professor Commons stood up with a bang.

"Why don't you wave?" The old conductor looked at Fanning's facial expression at this moment, with a hint of scratching his head.

"Professor, this band just played together for the first time, I need to make adjustments one by one." Fanning turned his head away.

"The effect is already audible, let me finish listening first." Professor Commons said anxiously.

"Yes, yes," the people around him echoed.

Before Fanning responded to such a response, Professor Commons suddenly realized what he meant by "favored by mainstream academic musicians" and "pure romantic style"

Judging from the melody, harmony and instrumentation of these few minutes, this work has already stood at the top of romanticism, and it has hit the aesthetic preferences accumulated by this group of old academic musicians for decades!

"Speaking of which, the solo level of the violinist is so high, everything that should come out has come out"

"At least it won't be a problem to finish the first movement first?"

The professors continued to talk to each other.

Fanning pointed to the record company employees who were still laying wires and setting up the scaffolding: "Professors, have you forgotten that today's main task is this?"

Fanning knew what was going on from their expressions, and he smiled knowingly: "Everyone was just saying that the radio station can only record for more than a minute, so why continue playing? Today we only need to refine the theme for the time being. It's only a week away from the ticket opening date on August 1st. To ensure the effect, we have to release the 'trailer' at least three or four days in advance."

Several people gradually recovered from their unsatisfied mood, and Huxley said at this time: "Everyone, do you feel that this is just an experiment, an experiment done on ourselves?"

"If we are a bunch of guys, we feel like being hit by an electric current as soon as the theme comes out. We think it is extremely noble and elegant. When the music stops suddenly, we feel heart-wrenching and uncomfortable, eager to hear what follows. Development...Does that mean that artists and fans from other schools will feel the same way after hearing it, and the mainstream music industry will also be fascinated by it...?

The eyes of several professors gradually brightened.

Huxley took a deep breath: "Why don't we follow Caron's plan and go all out? In the past years, we have been planning the summer art festival in a satisfactory manner. We were not always left far behind by the three giants in the imperial capital. How about making a surprise this time?" Let’s see if we can gain an advantage in box office ratings. If the performance quality and response can make further breakthroughs, we might be able to enter the top three.”

"...With such a work, I at least don't believe that the Eagles Conservatory of Music can surpass us. The worst result is just to continue to take fourth place..."

"You continue to rehearse, and the school will reimburse the expenses for recording and placement..." Huxley stood up, walked quickly to the door, and turned back when he was about to step out of the rehearsal hall, "Sheeran, how was your entrance exam score? Speaking of which, in August Beginning in the first ten days of the month, the collection of letters of recommendation for the University of St. Lenia will also be launched one after another..."

"I am number one in the school..." As soon as the little girl in white dress holding a piano opened her mouth, she felt the eyes of the entire hall were on her.

"Okay..." Huxley took a deep look at Fan Ning, then looked at Sheeran again, "I will still write a letter of recommendation for you. As long as you confirm your intention, the school will prepare a first-class scholarship for you and try to apply for Empire Special Scholarship for Arts.”

Although she became the focus of the audience, Sheeran's sense of restraint disappeared a lot now. She spoke openly with a soft voice: "Thank you, Mr. Principal."

Huxley nodded and said no more. He walked quickly to his office and sat down at the table.

Principal Sternikai gave him full responsibility for the work of the Summer Art Festival. The signatures of the staff on the desk were already ready. As long as he confirmed the plan and signed his name, the telegram would be sent from Fort Santaram in the next moment. spit out from the desk of the Ministry of Culture and Media's Preparatory Committee.

Although Huxley provided a rational analysis of the upper and lower limits of voting decisions, this does not alleviate the sense of unprecedented transgression in decades.

Once he spits out this telegram, the first thing the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra will have to bear is the huge pressure of public opinion!

"Huh... I admit that I am gambling..."

Huxley began to write his name, trying to stabilize his unnatural handwriting.

In the following time, Fan Ning led everyone to polish the first 3 minutes of "Violin Concerto in E minor". He was not sure when it would finally be played on the radio. It took about 90 seconds to complete the theme and about 3 minutes to complete the connection. , in terms of relative completeness, both are acceptable.

Although this short section was played repeatedly for four hours, everyone knew that their voices would soon be played on the radio, and insisted on cooperating with Fan Ning's requests with the utmost patience.

Fan Ning chose the recording service of the pickup electrode microphone. As a new technology born in the past ten years, the high and low frequencies of sound it can capture are a milestone breakthrough compared to mechanical recording.

People can distinguish different musical instruments through different timbres. This is because playing a tone with any instrument is not just a fundamental tone, but will produce an "overtone sequence" composed of many different tones. They are responsible for the different timbres. the root cause. Because the frequency band that old-fashioned mechanical recordings can capture is too narrow, a large number of notes in the "overtone sequence" are lost, which causes many instruments to sound completely different from what they sound like.

The price of electroacoustic recording is ten times more expensive than mechanical recording. Although judging from Fan Ning's ears, which are accustomed to listening to CDs in his previous life, this kind of record is still "mono" and "inauthentic", but it is better than the kind of piano that is not Like a piano, brass is not like a mechanical recording of brass.

Moreover, its pickup range is also greatly increased, and musicians no longer have to squeeze in awkwardly next to several large speakers to play.

The sound of the orchestra resounded through the hall, and the poetic signal flowed in the electronic tube, driving the electric engraving knife to vibrate endlessly, constantly carving precise sound grooves on the film.

…

Castel Santaram, Imperial Ministry of Culture and Media, Office of the Summer Art Festival Organizing Committee.

"Minister Noel, this is a summary of the concert ticketing plans that have been submitted to the school."

"You can just draft a draft later and submit it to Don Yetus, the editor-in-chief of "Tioline Cultural Weekly"."

The middle-aged gentleman wearing a gray formal vest and gold-rimmed glasses faced a stack of documents handed by the female secretary with both hands. Instead of taking it and reading it, he pushed it back.

This is a routine part of the year. The so-called draft is nothing more than a summary of the empire's annual art education achievements, then an introduction to this year's summer art festival schedule, and finally an announcement of the ticketing times, ticket prices and price plans for each concert and art exhibition. Purchase address.

At least more than 80% of the content has been "copied and pasted" every year since he took office. The only change is a small piece of "highlight work" every year.

The first report will be carried out by the headline art information in an issue of "Tioline Cultural Weekly", and then large and small media will rush to follow up. Although this is not an occasional piece of new news, it is a part of the cultural life of the people of the empire every year. A big event that attracts nationwide attention.

"Okay, sir." The secretary nodded in agreement, and just as he was about to disappear through the door, he was stopped by Noel and asked in a casual chat.

"Have you collected all the submissions? Are there any price adjustments this year?... Speaking of which, the prices of various commodities have increased significantly recently."

"We have collected all the small performances during the day, but there is still one missing for the evening symphony concert. It needs to be adjusted." the secretary replied.

"At the Royal Academy of Music, the tickets have increased slightly, with the premium ticket increasing from 12 pounds to 13 pounds... Among the repertoire they submitted is the premiere of a new symphonic poem by a student."

"Well, it's a good thing to have a premiere. In recent years, the creative energy of student orchestras has been somewhat lacking... As the top spot of the Imperial Student Orchestra, the Royal Conservatory of Music must take the lead in expanding." Minister Noel put down his office chair and put on his He put on a light-blocking recuperation mask and put his hands on the back of his head. "You can go out. The draft can be sent to Editor-in-Chief Yetus for proofreading. There won't be any changes after that... I'll take a rest."

"Okay, sir." The secretary took the order and left.

I don't know how much time passed, but just as his breathing gradually became evener, there were two "dong dong" knocks on the door, and a familiar voice sounded again: "Minister Noel, excuse me."

"?? Didn't I ask you to send the manuscript directly for proofing?" The senior official's whole body moved slightly.

"The telegram from the last school has just arrived, and their fare plan...has also changed compared to previous years," the secretary said.

The voice under the mask was a little annoyed: "Then update the draft in real time. Do you have to tell me right away?"

"This, mainly... the change is a bit... big..." the secretary said cautiously, "So, uh... I don't know if there will be any big reaction from the media if we send it out. Although we only accept reports, not approval, we are independent. The right lies with the school, but I think it would be better to ask you?"

"How big can it be? I remember that in the past, the bands outside the top three all had 6 pounds for guest tickets, right? Change it to 7 pounds? 8 pounds? Or 9 pounds? Which school is it? Can't we just ask them to adjust it?"

The secretary couldn't help but look at the telegram in his hand a few more times. It was clearly written in black and white, and there was no such possibility. But at this time, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder, he was extremely worried that he had read it wrong, which would lead to an ostracism that would disturb the minister's rest.

After she confirmed again that her eyes were not blurry, she spoke cautiously again:

"Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra... In this year's ticketing plan, the price of a distinguished ticket... is 18 pounds."

Hearing this, the minister almost fell off the couch.

"What!? Are they trying to give up this year?"

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