Please, come home and practice the piano

Xiaobei made a mistake!
If Liu Fengrui made a mistake, Wang Xiaohu would never feel nervous.

If Wang Xiaohu made a mistake, Liu Fengrui would never show any embarrassment.

But this is Xiaobei!

Xiaobei's seriousness is one of the most precious things in their small group.

Xiaobei made a mistake, which was really sad for several children.

Che Lin also felt very uncomfortable. Xiaobei didn't make any mistakes when she simulated walking in the classroom in the morning.

Ji Yang probably guessed that Xiaobei encountered the same problem as her.

Just when everyone was sweating coldly for Xiao Bei, Xiao Bei regained his rhythm.

Xiaobei, who had regained his rhythm, had no problems with the latter words.

Under everyone's attention, it played to the end smoothly.

In the video, Xiaobei got up and bowed after playing, and went through the process of the first pass according to the request of the old side.

Xiaobei knew that something was wrong with him at the beginning, and he did not return to the recording studio after the performance. He stood backstage at a loss.

"Teacher Chen, I made a mistake."

Chen Xuan stepped forward and gently touched Xiaobei's head, encouraging her: "It's already good that you can play to this level in the first recording. Do you want to record it again?"

Xiaobei nodded, she thought.

At this time, the teacher's voice came from the live sound system, "Xiao Bei, Xiao Bei, put on your headphones, let's do it again."

Chen Xuan smiled: "Go quickly."

Xiaobei bit his lower lip, his face became happy again, "Thank you, Teacher Chen."

He turned around and quickly returned to the scene, put on his headphones, and said carefully into the air: "Teacher."

In the recording studio, Ang Lee said to the screen: "Xiao Bei, could you not hear yourself playing at the beginning?"

Xiaobei felt aggrieved: "Teacher, I can't hear clearly. I feel the sound is so far away from me, and I don't dare to play."

Ang Lee: "You told me that you didn't have any problems playing the next part."

Wang Xiaohu interjected: "It sounds very good!"

Liu Fengrui said: "That's right, just play it boldly."

Xiaobei felt more at ease when he heard his little friend's voice, "Teacher, I'll do it again, and I promise there will be no problems."

Li An: "Xiao Bei, don't be impatient. Listen to me. Listen to the rest of you. When I start playing, it will definitely feel different from how you feel at home. It doesn't matter. You have to believe in yourself. There is no problem in practicing, and I can boldly play it even if I can’t hear it.”

"Okay Xiaobei, let's do it again, come on." After a pause, "Brother Bian, thank you for your hard work."

It was clear that it was not his fault, and Xiaobei felt much more confident the second time he played.

At the same beginning, she also felt that the voice was far away from her, but she didn't have any problems this time.

Xiaobei is sometimes slow in learning music, but she is obedient and listens to the teacher. The teacher tells her not to pay attention to what she hears and just play boldly.

She did so and recorded the second time.

"Perfect."

As Xiaobei bowed again and left the stage, Ang Lee clapped his hands. The result of Xiaobei's recording was better than he expected.

When Xiaobei returned to the recording, she felt a little relieved when she learned that she was so affirmed by the teacher this time. She was still worried that she would hold everyone back.

"You guys should be quiet first." Li An said and looked at Xiaobei, "Xiaobei, share your experience. How did you overcome it the second time?"

Xiaobei pursed his lips and looked like he was thinking. After a moment, he said, "Just play it boldly, and then it's over."

Liu Fengrui: "."

It's that simple?Xiao Liu was about to hear Xiao Bei's experience, and then he heard his name.

"Arrived." Xiao Liu took back his thoughts.

Ang Lee: "You're next."

Xiao Liu: "Good teacher."

Recording continues.

Xiao Liu went up to the stage with his thoughts on his mind, and after adjusting the piano stool, returned to the backstage entrance.

Chen Xuan: "Come on."

Xiao Liu: "Thank you, Teacher Chen."

moment.

Following the photography prompt, Xiao Liu appeared.

All the steps before starting to play went smoothly, and Xiao Liu started playing smoothly until the deputy appeared and he had problems with his strong and weak processing.

Sure enough, it was just like what Xiaobei said. It was obviously the music he was fingering, but it sounded far away.

Xiao Liu is accustomed to maintaining his listening habits during his performance. In order to allow himself to hear enough sound, he exerts force with his fingers unconsciously.

However, this did not make his subsequent performance smoother. Instead, he deliberately touched the keys with force, causing his fingers and wrists to become stiff.

After playing it again, although there were no wrong notes and the rhythm was basically correct, he was a little confused after playing it. He didn't know what he had played.

He also frowned when he stood up and bowed.

On the video screen, he looked listless.

Lao Bian: "The recording effect this time is not very good."

Li An hummed: "I'll have a word with him."

Lao Bian opened the call channel.

Ang Lee: "Xiao Liu, don't worry about what you heard. Pay attention to the sound in your mind and use your imagination. This time it's definitely not at your level. Try it again."

"Smile."

In the video, Xiao Liu forced out an ugly smile.

Li An: "How did you become the leader?"

Then Xiao Liu clasped his hands and made a face at the camera.

Ang Lee: "That's right. Also, you have to smile when you bow."

“Start with entry and walk again.”

After that, Xiao Liu's second recording began.

Enter, bow, sit down and play.

Xiao Liu knew that he could not overcome this problem for a while, so he followed the teacher's instructions and focused on his inner hearing.

In a calm state, he didn't feel that the sound was far away from him as he played, except that he still felt uncomfortable physically.

However, as shown in the video, his playing posture and voice are far better than the last time.

After playing it once, Liu Fengrui stood up, bared his teeth and bowed to the camera.

When he returned to the studio, he found the atmosphere convivial.

Then he asked: "Teacher, can I do it this time?"

"Very good." Seeing that Xiao Liu's face was still a little confused, Li An asked Lao Bian to play the recording just now for Xiao Liu.

When Xiao Liu heard this, he really grinned this time, then frowned and asked: "Teacher, why is the recording effect completely different from what I heard when I played it."

Li An: "I told you just now that it's different at home and here. You can hear the effect is so good. This little vibrato is playing. Are you relieved?"

Xiao Liu scratched his head and smiled: "Don't worry, don't worry."

Ang Lee took the opportunity to guide: "Liu Fengrui, sometimes don't always think about what you think. It's easy to fall into the misunderstanding of subjective consciousness."

Then the voice changed, "Wang Xiaohu."

Wang Xiaohu: "Arrived!"
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Brother Xiao Hu's performance is extremely dazzling, and a ballet song shows his stage style.

Li An was quite pleased to hear this. He also discovered a characteristic of Wang Xiaohu. In fact, thinking about it, Wang Xiaohu has been like this since he started practicing Summer last year.

No matter how many times he plays a piece of music, Wang Xiaohu will never get bored.

Among the children who had finished playing, including Ji Yang, Wang Xiaohu played with passion.

But he didn't let Wang Xiaohu go through it again.

Ang Lee: "Record it again, be careful and don't make so many small movements after you sit down."

Just now, Wang Xiaohu bowed and sat down, first looked up at the sky, and then clasped his hands together and bowed to the piano, what and what.

In the video, Wang Xiaohu curled his lips, exited and started again.

While Wang Xiaohu was recording again, Marco approached Li An and asked quietly: "Teacher, are our audio and video recordings done separately?"

Li An was stunned and thought to himself, have you seen this?
In order to ensure the quality of this CD, the recording and images are separated to ensure the integrity of each work to the greatest extent.

For example, for Wang Xiaohu now, Ang Lee plans to use the previous recording and this time's images, and let Lao Bian handle the post-processing to synchronize the audio and video.

"Yes." Li An nodded.

Marco: "Wow."

Li An: "Are you next?"

Marco: "Good teacher." Ang Lee: "It's okay to play slower than usual, just keep it steady."

Marco: "Understood."
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Wang Xiaohu re-recorded the video footage, and then Marco came on stage.

The quality of Xiaoma's two consecutive recordings was not enough, and the rhythm was unstable.

In the end, I had no choice but to let Xiao Ma wear headphones and record it for the third time.

Pony's recording was great this time with headphones on.

The reason is simple. There is a metronome in the headphones that keeps ringing.

Other children who had already been recorded expressed regret when they learned that the headphones had this function.

This made Li An smile bitterly, "Okay, I guess you can experience it again in a while."

A few children didn't understand what was going on, but they could still experience it after listening to it for a while, and they were all happy again.

It is worth being happy, no matter whether it goes well or not, every child will be satisfied in the end.

At this moment, only Che Lin is left among the children.

Ang Lee: "Go ahead."

Xiaoche nodded, put down the score in his hand, turned around and walked out the door.

The old man knows this child and has heard it introduced by Qin Yong and Li An. When he saw it today, it was indeed different.

The other children were surrounding the recording equipment, and this child kept holding a sheet of music in his hand.

Okay, he also came to appreciate the most talented children of this age group in Chengdu.

"Chopin." He murmured after hearing the tender melody coming from the headphones and looking at the dancing fingers of the short-haired girl in the video.

Ang Lee: "Waltz in C minor."

Lao Bian: "The song you chose for her?"

Ang Lee: "She chose it herself."

Old Bian: "The child is very worried."

Li An smiled, neither affirming nor denying.

Just like the sound of the piano that everyone hears at this moment, it is fast and slow. No one knows whether the car will go faster or slower next second.

Breathing flows freely in the music. One second it is a frozen scene of a ballet dancer getting up and jumping, and the next second it may become a city street at double speed.

The busy traffic is tireless among the rotating notes, and the little man in front of the piano hides the spring of speed under his ten fingers.

The recording studio was already quiet.

Lao Bian looked at the screen and remembered Hesse's words - there is always a quiet holy place in your heart, where you can retreat at any time and become yourself.

Listening to Chopin played by the car, he seemed to see a mature soul.

This kid was born for the piano.

After listening to the whole song, I don’t need to applaud to avoid causing psychological imbalance to other children.

But then he heard applause around him.

"Linlin is great."

"A Rider is a Rider."

"So beautiful."

Listening to the children's praise of their friends, Lao Bian also clapped his hands. He turned his head curiously and asked: "Teacher Li, how did you tell her this piece of music."

"I really haven't talked to her too much." Ang Lee answered truthfully, "There's nothing technically difficult about this piece that she can't play. She said she likes this piece, so let her play it."

Lao Bian suddenly felt that Ang Lee was brilliant as a teacher. He thought that maybe if Ang Lee told the child too much about this piece of music, I am afraid that what the child would play at the moment would not be the same.

This reminded him of another teacher, a teacher in the capital. That teacher's reputation was far beyond what Li An could compare with.

If the whole country is compared to Chengdu, then that teacher is Wei Sanwan from Chengdu.

That teacher was also famous for being strict in accepting disciples, and amiable children with ordinary talents could not catch his eye at all.

What the teacher likes to do most is to impose all his ideas on the students.

All students are required to complete music according to their instructions.

Perhaps this is the reason why the teacher has not been able to bring out the winner of the international award, the old man smiled, he had a premonition that this little girl might surprise everyone one day.

After not seeing the car for a long time, Li An hung up his headphones and said, "Come back quickly."

When the car at the backstage entrance heard it, she quickly returned to the recording studio. She thought she had to record it again.

The car back to the recording studio was inevitably surrounded by everyone, but she felt that she had done nothing, which made her very embarrassed.

Chen Xuan followed closely behind, came in and asked Li An directly: "Who will come first?"

Li An: "Then I'll go first."

Today's protagonists have come to an end, and the remaining two are supporting characters.

Ang Lee went next door to quickly change his clothes and then went on stage.

The children gathered excitedly in front of the big screen.

They didn't want to miss a single frame of the teacher's performance.

Ang Lee appeared in a straight black dress, with steady steps and handsome gestures.

A few little fans were fascinated by a simple movement of playing the piano.

The three boys were not much better. Wang Xiaohu engraved this action in his mind. He would have to use it next time. Thai pants are hot.
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Bowing and taking a seat, Li An felt a little excited as he felt the warm breath on the stage.

It's this feeling.

Then a series of music charts flashed through his mind, catching the little tail of his breath. He raised his arm and returned his hand. The three fingers of his right hand stroked the keyboard instantly, and his left hand followed closely with a silky chord.

With just one hand, the air on the stage seemed to revolve around him.

Mendelssohn's C minor was a storm, and the compact and dense notes fell on the stage like raindrops, hitting everyone's auditory nerves deeply.

The drizzle suddenly appeared at the beginning of the day, and the dancing elves galloped away.

The smooth music is full of provocation, as if it pulls people into a primeval forest.

It makes people unconsciously relax all their nerves, just breathe freely, and listen to the holy tune like a baptism.

It's obviously just an etude, why can it sound so good?

This is not a question that Ang Lee specifically left for children to think about.

"Dang! Dang!"

As the big hands in the video were raised sideways and high, the entire recording studio fell silent.

On the stage, Ang Lee stood up and bowed, smiling as if he had come up to drink a bottle of soy sauce, and then walked off the stage calmly.

According to Laobian's recording software, it only took Ang Lee two minutes and 21 seconds from the sound of the song to the end.

As soon as Ang Lee returned to the recording studio, he was swarmed by the children.

"Hey, don't pull on my clothes, new ones."

Reluctant to the enthusiasm of the children, Teacher Li has no choice. Who made him so handsome?

"Does it sound good?"

"Nice!"

"As long as it sounds good, I also think it sounds good."

"Hahaha--"

The old man on the side smiled and shook his head, what an enviable teacher-student relationship.

After some laughter, Li An looked at the time and found that 55 minutes had passed.

"Teacher Xiaomi."

Chen Xuan has already installed the flute.

Amidst the childish cheers, Chen Xuan walked onto the stage.

In terms of stage recording experience, Chen Xuan has more experience than Ang Lee.

The song was also the designated song for the competition that she had prepared for a long time. She walked to the center of the stage and briefly tried the sound check. She gave the cameraman an OK gesture.
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Fauré's Fantasia, Op. 79.
80.00% of international flute competitions have specified must-play repertoire.

Today, to suit the occasion, Chen Xuan did not wear the purple dress Li Angang bought for her.

With the same black dress, she stood in the middle of the spotlight on the stage. It is no longer appropriate to describe her as "slim".

I saw her holding a shining golden flute. I didn't know whether to say it was her beauty or the intoxicating sound of the flute.

Anyway, Ang Lee was leaning against the backstage entrance and looking at the figures on the stage, with the smile on his lips that could no longer be proud of.

The sound of the flute is like a complaint and seems to have deep meaning.

It seems that Chen Xuan has a new idea about how to deal with this piece of music.

Ang Lee can't wait for his trip to Yanjing in August.

What kind of performance will Chen Xuan perform at this Fallen Bell Flute Competition?

He was full of anticipation.