The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 128 No way? Is this a professional band?
The manager didn't speak, but the sweat on his forehead began to pour out again.

Chen Qiu did not continue to pay attention to the manager. Instead, he looked at the chief in front of him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Just as he thought.

This chief is very proud.

Look down on yourself.

Conducting is not a simple profession. As a conductor, everyone must look at me when I go on stage.

This is not the case.

Conducting is the art of working with an orchestra.

This is also a problem that many young conductors often encounter.

If the orchestra you are conducting has a principal who is professional, highly independent, and older than you, what attitude should you use to face such a conductor?

It's almost like the command of an army.

It's as if you are a freshman who has just graduated from the military academy, maybe only in his twenties, and you are asked to lead a team of veterans in their thirties and forties.

So what should you do?
You can't just shoot anyone who disobeys.

The same is true for the orchestra. It is also impossible for a conductor to just tell someone to get out if they don't obey his command.

Therefore, such old people and those old veterans are particularly annoying.

And this kind of hate is not the kind that comes to disgust you intentionally, but is very normal and comes from a collision of ideas.

In fact, think about it for a moment.

You grew up under the aura of musical genius since you were a child, and then you joined a good orchestra. As the orchestra grew up, you sat in the position of concertmaster. Your orchestra also reached the top five in the city. This is still the only one in the country. The top five of several big cities are not the top five of small cities.

The national ranking can also reach almost one hundred places.

You may even be tutoring students in this city, and you may not have students all over the world, but at least there are many students who have become famous.

You can almost be said to have some say in this industry, and even in your orchestra, besides the conductor, you are the boss.

If a command comes from above in your head at this time, he will control you and require you to move forward at his pace.

So what would you choose?

Do you want everyone in the orchestra to follow their own pace? Or should he just kneel down and beg for mercy, surrender and let his orchestra follow the new conductor's footsteps?

No matter how you think about it, there is only one possibility, and that is to just lead the orchestra and follow your own pace.

Why? Why do you, a conductor who appears from nowhere, come over to command me?

To put it in a more vulgar way, who are you sending it to? What kind of onion are you?

If it is a very old veteran conductor, such as someone of Zhao Yi's level.

The principal of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra may be a little more restrained. After all, his strength is here and he has a higher say than himself.

But who is in front of him?
Chen Qiu.

A young boy who has not yet graduated.

Carrying a backpack, he stood in the middle of the concert hall like a student.

Let yourself, a man in his forties or fifties, listen to a young man honestly?

Just say that, why?

Therefore, the chief looked at Chen Qiu and couldn't help but snorted coldly. Then he turned his eyes to the manager aside, ignored Chen Qiu who was standing in the middle, and said coldly to the manager.

"Is this the conductor you brought for me? A child? I know you may have some objections to me, and we don't particularly need a conductor, but you won't bring such a person over to fool me. The number of times I have performed may be more than the number of times he has attended concerts. If you ask him to come, you might as well find a music lover from a nursing home to come up. At the very least, his performance will look more like a master. "

Familiar with.

It's so familiar.

It's this familiar feeling again.

Chen Qiu hadn't felt this familiar feeling for an unknown amount of time.

When he was at the Berlin Philharmonic, he collaborated with the people from the Berlin Philharmonic, and those people basically gave him the same feeling.

Arrogance, pride.

But the Berlin Philharmonic is actually pretty good. When Chen Qiu collaborated with the Vienna Philharmonic, the nostrils of the group were so high that they went straight to the sky.

That's the arrogance that comes from deep within.

It is clear.

He looked down upon the conductor of the Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra.

Chen Qiu was not angry either. He just looked at the orchestra with a smile and scanned the people in the orchestra with his own eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly as if he was thinking about something and had no reaction at all to the leader's words.

The manager just kept wiping away the sweat, as if he had a sweaty constitution with endless sweat.

The scene became quiet for a while. The leader stared at the manager, the manager looked at Chen Qiu, and Chen Qiu looked at the orchestra.

Everyone present was a little confused about Chen Qiu's background and what Chen Qiu wanted to do.

Although they did not directly express their dissatisfaction like the chief, they still remained suspicious of Chen Qiu.

After all, Chen Qiu is really too young.

Can such a young person really make good music?

Conducting and soloing are different. Conducting requires more than soloing.

Much more.

In such a tense atmosphere, Chen Qiu reached out and took off the backpack he was carrying. Holding it with one hand, he walked step by step to the edge of the stage with a smile, and then stepped onto the podium.

He stood upright, threw his school bag at his feet, then took out the song they needed to rehearse today from the bag, and turned it to the first page.

After the music score was fixed, Chen Qiu bent down again and took out a conductor baton from his bag.

He slightly fumbled with the rubber at the bottom of the baton, feeling the friction of the baton in his palm, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Mingming simply took off his schoolbag from his shoulders and took out his baton.

But the feeling Chen Qiu gave people at this moment was completely different from the feeling he had before standing in front of the stage with a schoolbag on his back.

He felt more like an ordinary student before, revealing his unexperienced stupidity.

And now the feeling Chen Qiu gave them.

Not to mention he looks like a music master, at least he feels like a conductor.

Maybe Chen Qiu really knows how to direct?

Some people present thought so.

Although people at Haicheng Radio have subscribed to this year's music magazine, they know the overall ranking of Haicheng bands last year.

But they basically saw that they were moved from fifth to sixth place, so they didn't look back much.

What's so good about a group of guys who are not as good as them?

And even though many people looked behind and saw the Haiyin Harmony Symphony Orchestra ranked eighth, they felt more like a shame that a student orchestra was actually close to their professional orchestra. What a shame.

Everything is Li Tian's fault!

As for the evaluation of the Haiyin Harmony Orchestra and its conductor, they didn't care at all.

"After all, for a student orchestra, their conductor must be the conducting agent of a top orchestra? It can't be the students themselves who can achieve such high results, right?"

This idea is almost entirely rooted in their minds.

Therefore, no one present except the manager knew the details of Chen Qiu.

It is precisely because of this that they feel that Chen Qiu's pretending to be a commander is quite similar.

Does it look like you can really take command?

They looked at Chen Qiu, looking up and down.

In response to these gazes, Chen Qiu's face did not show any fluctuation. He just smiled slightly at everyone, raised the baton in his hand, and said softly.

"Everyone, take out the Spring Festival Overture and start from the beginning."

His tone was calm, as if he didn't pay attention to what the chief just said.

Everyone looked at Chen Qiu and couldn't help but be stunned. Then they turned their attention to the chief and gave him a tentative look.

They want to know what the chief thinks.

It is to follow Chen Qiu's footsteps and perform according to Chen Qiu's requirements.

Or just ignore everything and continue rehearsing from what they just rehearsed.

The chief looked at Chen Qiu's indifferent expression and almost laughed angrily at Chen Qiu.

He raised the bow in his hand, plucked it up and down, and finally clamped it on his violin, saying coldly to the other orchestra members around him.

"Listen to him, let's start from the beginning of the Spring Festival Overture."

"But chief, we..."

"Listen to him!"

Before the man next to him finished speaking, he was forcefully interrupted by the chief.

After the chief reprimanded the man, he looked at Chen Qiu with a half-smile but said slowly.

"After all, he is our commander. If we don't listen to him, who will we listen to?" "Okay, I understand."

Everyone looked at each other, nodded silently, opened the music score, and turned to the part to be played later.

Facing such an obedient orchestra, Chen Qiu remained unmoved. He just smiled at the chief and thanked them.

"Thanks for the help, it makes me feel more relaxed."

"Well, you are our commander after all."

The chief emphasized the word "command" several times, and even a fool could hear his dissatisfaction with Chen Qiu.

It was obvious that he was sarcastic, but Chen Qiu still made no move.

He just pretended not to understand and thanked the chief again, then raised the baton in his hand, looked around the crowd, and nodded slightly.

Then fall hard!

The most classic melody of the Spring Festival Overture sounded immediately the moment Chen Qiu lowered his finger.

It was as if he was completely listening to Chen Qiu's command and moving forward at his pace.

but……

Chen Qiu clearly felt the difficulty of conducting this orchestra.

No, to be precise, it should be...uncontrollable!
Autopilot!

This is what the band used to target Chen Qiu's behavior.

This is different from the automatic driving when Chen Qiu led the Haiyin Second Troupe to perform for the first time.

At that time, the automatic driving of the Second Regiment was more about the unfamiliarity with the conductor and a little excitement about playing familiar works.

So it accidentally becomes automatic driving.

This was the main reason why Chen Qiu was very tolerant to them at that time.

But the current autonomous driving is completely different.

They simply look down on command and feel that command is of no use.

Since there is no use, then use automatic driving to tell the commander...

With or without you, it has no impact on our band.

Chen Qiu suddenly smiled with relief.

Sure enough, just as he thought, he was facing more than just a chief rebellion.

It was a rebellion of the entire band.

No wonder they went from fifth place to sixth place.

How can a band like this become stronger?

They are either direct and clear expressions of their contempt for themselves, or they are ordinary people who have no choice but to follow the chief's lead.

This kind of orchestra just needs to tell the conductor directly, "We don't need you anymore."

If it was a very arrogant conductor, he might just throw the stick and leave on the spot.

What the hell kind of rubbish band are you worthy of me conducting?

But Chen Qiu is different.

Although it can't be said that he enjoys it, he has his own purpose for this band.

This is a challenge, and this challenge is a challenge that must be experienced in all conducting careers.

How should you deal with a band that looks down on you?

Every master conductor is a master at dealing with this kind of problem. Most of them gradually grew up in orchestras that looked down upon them one after another and became top conductors.

As for conductors who only have one orchestra and grow with the orchestra, they also need to be able to do this.

If they don't know this skill, then their future will be limited to a band and become the existence of the earthbound spirit in this band.

It's okay if the band lives up to its expectations and everyone makes progress together. But what if the band doesn't live up to its expectations and then wants to recruit new members?
How can they make the band strong if they can't conquer new members quickly?
Therefore, Chen Qiu did not directly show disgust or disgust for these people's automatic driving. He just patted everyone and did his own thing normally.

What this group of people want to see most now is to feel disgusted, throw the baton and get out.

It was impossible for Chen Qiu to let these people get their wish.

Not only would he not let this group of people get what they wanted, he would also let them see with their own eyes the scene where he completely controlled the orchestra.

Therefore, while Chen Qiu was clapping for everyone, his mind went through the parts about this band.

Haicheng Radio Symphony Orchestra, if I remember correctly, the first time I heard the name of this orchestra was when Professor Li Anguo was in class, and he left himself to tell the shortcomings of this orchestra.

At that time, the conductor of Haicheng Broadcasting was still Li Tian.

But Li Tian obviously failed to solve the problem of command and chief.

And if I guessed wrong at that time...

Chen Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly and thought quickly while listening to the music playing in his ears.

[If I remember correctly, the chief himself prefers to use subtle changes to reflect the tension in the music, rather than ordinary tension changes. 】

[The wind instruments of the orchestra follow the strings, but the wind instruments are also not in unison. There is a problem on the trombone and trumpet side. They are hesitant and don't know who they should follow, but because I gave less hints, so They finally chose to follow the chief. 】

[The bass is not pure enough, the bassoon has problems, and the wind instruments are also divided into several factions. As the bass principal, the trumpet obviously wants to stand on his own, but because the current principal is under too much pressure, he does not show it. 】

"so……"

Chen Qiu suddenly let out a small sigh, and couldn't help but squeeze the baton that he originally held emptyly into his palm.

He was almost able to understand the direction of the orchestra conductor.

[First of all, try your best to make your music tend to the direction of the wind band, support the wind band's expression to be stronger, and weaken the influence of the principal. This is the first step. 】

[Secondly, the music as a whole needs to pay more attention to the sense of lines, and also pay more attention to the processing of details in the music, so that the changes in the music are more subtle, and try not to trigger the chief's bad luck and take away the meaning of the music when he has no feeling. Control. 】

【at last……】

"The rights of the orchestra are completely in my hands."

Chen Qiu didn't take the last sentence seriously, but whispered it to himself.

He looked at the concertmaster who was sitting at the side and smiled at him.

Seeing Chen Qiu's smile, the chief couldn't help but be stunned. He felt like he was trembling in his heart, as if someone was trying to harm him.

But soon, he frowned and glared back at Chen Qiu coldly.

Chen Qiu didn't pay attention to the chief's slightly childish provocation.

He just waved his hands step by step, waiting for the music to end on its own.

As a piece specially written for the Spring Festival, with only about four minutes, it did not keep Chen Qiu waiting for a long time.

Immediately after the music ended, the chief smiled at Chen Qiu, and then asked slowly in slightly cold words.

"Conductor, the first rehearsal is over. It's our turn to evaluate each other. I'm sorry, your conductor just didn't have any fluctuations, so we didn't see much of the quality of your performance. Now it's your turn. Come on, let’s talk. Tell us how you feel about our band?”

"How do you feel about the band?"

Chen Qiu stared at him with a half-smile, slightly raising her eyebrows at him.

"Are you sure you want me to tell you?"

"What if? Why don't you let me evaluate our own band?"

The chief said calmly: "If every performance only requires us to do it ourselves, and the mutual evaluation after the performance is all handled internally, then what do we need to command you to do? You can't just stand on the stage and wave your arms like a decoration. Dance? That would be a bit too funny, or do you think you are Zhou Zhou? If you are Zhou Zhou, then there is no need. "

The chief also saw Chen Qiu's dislike for him.

Although they haven't directly pulled their hair like a shrew, but now the two of them are almost directly fighting each other.

After all, this is equivalent to fighting for the ownership of the band.

No one wants to give up directly.

Whether it is the persistence of power as an old league member, or the demandingness of one's own work as a conductor.

None of them would relinquish control of the band.

Facing such rude words from the chief, Chen Qiu smiled helplessly.

Sure enough, you still have to do it.

Seriously, can't we be a little more peaceful? Everyone finished the song happily, and no one saw how good anyone was.

Why do we have to fight each other in an almost face-to-face manner?

Chen Qiu couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this.

After he placed the baton in his hand steadily on the music stand, he looked around at the people in the orchestra, his expression gradually became colder, and he spoke to the concertmaster and everyone in the orchestra in the same cold tone.

"Originally I wanted to give you a little face, but after thinking about it for a while, I decided to forget it. Regarding your ensemble just now, I have only one word to say, and that is... rotten!"

"It's full of flaws and illogical."

"It even makes people doubt..."

Chen Qiu looked at the chief and looked at him without fear.

"Are you a professional band after all?"

(End of this chapter)