The world's number one pianist

The sound of the piano on the stage never stopped, and the whispers off the stage kept ringing. Those who had not yet come on stage discussed the performance of the person on the stage with their friends in as low a voice as possible.

After all, this is just the preliminary round for entering the Jinqin Cup. Except for the many contestants who have been submitted by the music conservatories, the conservatories of art universities, and the conservatories of normal universities, other contestants from society need to go through preliminary rounds in order to gain the right to advance. .

This will cause many people to pop up from nowhere and chat under the stage, and then wait for the staff to call their number to perform on stage.

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He Shen looked at the man on the stage boredly, shook his head, and suddenly spoke to Zhao Zitong who was beside him and started to yawn.

"Come on, let's talk about it. What's wrong with the performance of this person on stage?"

"Huh?"

Zhao Zitong had just opened her mouth and was about to yawn when she was suddenly asked by He Shen and her whole body froze. But soon, she realized that her mouth was still open and she didn't look like a lady at all, so she immediately closed her mouth.

Zhao Zitong concentrated her energy and tried hard to listen to the performance on the stage.

What is being played on the stage at this moment is the third movement of Mozart’s K331 Sonata, a traditional piano sonata. If many people are not aware of this name, then its other name is something that almost everyone has heard of.

Turkish March!

The reason why this sonata is called this is because in the second half of the 18th century, some European composers became interested in exotic music and began to widely adopt music from other countries and integrate it into their own music.

In his piano sonata, Mozart also wrote an exotic tune as the third movement. He marked the words "Turkish Style" in front of this piece of music, hence the name "Turkish March".

And the man on the stage was playing the third movement, the most eye-catching section of the Turkish March.

Looking from He Shen's position, the expression of the man on the stage was very happy, and his body seemed to be constantly moving.

However, there is no external expression of the body in his music, but it appears lifeless.

Zhao Zitong looked at the person for a long time and couldn't find the person's mistake. He couldn't help scratching his head and told Baidu's gold medal answer with a guilty conscience.

"I have no idea……"

Without any surprise, He Shen pointed to the hand of the man on the stage and explained patiently: "This is a Turkish style song, played in the form of a march. Pay attention to the performer's overall emotional grasp and his fingers. "

"For example, his hand, when his fingers were flicked down, there was a very obvious lift. Although he said that he was lowering his fingers, in fact, when his fingers fell down, more than half of his strength had been recovered. , resulting in insufficient force on the keys and insufficient sound. ”

"Then you look at his shoulders, and his shoulders are tense all the time, and his arms tend to be pulled up, so obviously the notes he's dropping are a little tight as well."

"Then……"

He Shen glanced around and found that some people around him had noticed him. He couldn't help lowering his voice and asked.

"Then you can listen to it. The stuff in his music is very hollow and boring. It makes people have no desire to listen to it and even makes them want to sleep. Do you know why?"

"have no idea."

Zhao Zitong was confused again and immediately shook her head.

She knew every word He Shen said, she knew it all, but when these words were put together, she had no idea what they meant.

What is thorough? What's tight? What void? Why do these adjectives describe music?

He Shen seemed to notice the confusion on Zhao Zitong's face, and immediately understood that what he said seemed to be too out of line, but for a while he couldn't find a better way to explain it, so he couldn't help but be silent for a moment.

After the man on the stage finished his performance, he continued to speak.

"This is because he doesn't think about music at all, why I play like this, what is the purpose of playing like this, what kind of sound effect can I bring by playing like this? He has never considered these things. He Just playing the notes.”

"I can clearly hear that when he is playing, more than 90% of the space in his brain is thinking about what the next note will be, rather than what kind of effect I am going to play next."

"Do you understand me?"

Zhao Zitong blinked, looked around, and found that there was no one to call for help. He turned his head and looked into He Shen's eyes, and found his extremely serious look. He couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with a guilty conscience.

"Listen...I understand."

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Remember first, you will need these things soon. After your piece, Chopin's Ballade No. 1, is completed, we will need to practice these things."

He Shen shook his head. Zhao Zitong was only at a very early stage now, and she didn't have enough control over music. Although he led her to make musical phrases, those phrases were very broken.

It's like taking apart a book and putting the sentences in front of everyone. There is still one final step to put the sentences together before the book is ready.

It's just that it's easy to take apart, but it's much more difficult to form.

He Shen leaned back slightly and continued to watch the next contestant perform on stage.

It must be said that the Golden Piano Award is the most powerful music competition in the country. Even in this preliminary round, there are many very powerful people.

As for the one who played Mozart K331, Turkish March, although he was full of loopholes in He Shen's eyes, he was actually quite good overall. If he was in a small piano store, he might be able to become a gold medal lecturer.

If he was placed in a large piano store, he would definitely be considered a mainstay.

More and more people walked into the concert hall. He Shen looked around and saw that it was almost full, with only a few seats left.

The progress of the people on the stage was still so slow, with one person leaving every ten minutes.

Just when He Shen was about to fall asleep, a staff member trotted all the way to the middle of the aisle, constantly looking at the badges in front of the group of people around him.

When he saw the number on the badge in front of He Shen, he immediately ran towards He Shen, gently patted He Shen on the shoulder, and whispered.

"Contestant, there are three more contestants and it will be your turn. Please follow us to the backstage to get ready."

"Okay."

He Shen nodded, and when he stood up and prepared to leave, he suddenly stopped and said to Zhao Zitong, who looked relieved.

"Next, I will play, and you listen, think and feel the music I play."