The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

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When Chen Qiu returned home, he continued to study the music score. He stood in the center of his small theater and played Bei Wu's recording from the previous rehearsal, letting the sound surround him. Then he constructed the appearance of the orchestra in his mind and allowed himself to simulate conducting. train.

After listening to the rehearsal recording, I played the recordings of other top orchestras to listen to their conductors’ interpretation of the music.

Time passed quickly in the concert hall and school classes.

There were originally some clean Bei Wu music scores in his hand, but at this moment, they were filled with various details marked with pencils.

So many details and high-intensity page turning even increase the thickness of the score itself.

As for the score of Mendelssohn's E minor concerto, it was completely unrecognizable on the tablet. No one except Chen Qiu knew what he wrote on it.

And as the second rehearsal began, those members who entered the second group seemed to have straightened up their backs a little in school and no longer felt embarrassed because they were members of the second group.

But these have nothing to do with Chen Qiu.

Three days later.

After completing his normal daily study, he returned to his room, took out the Kawaii SK-II placed in the corner of the stage, flipped through the piano part of Mendelssohn's E minor Concerto, and performed the final Prepare.

At almost ten o'clock, the door of the concert hall was opened, and Qin Xian looked at Chen Qiu from the door of the concert hall.

He was a little stunned when he looked at the layout in the room. He looked at Chen Qiu who was sitting in the center of the concert hall, hesitated for a while, and then nodded.

"Commander Chen Qiu, I'm here."

He originally thought that the Haicheng Harmony Concert Hall that Chen Qiu mentioned was just a landmark building near Chen Qiu.

But he didn't expect that Chen Qiu was actually in this concert hall.

Looking at this concert hall, he felt even more stressed, and even his habitual thoughts were much less frequent.

He walked up to Chen Qiu with some frustration, took out the violin from the piano case behind him, nodded to Chen Qiu, and said.

"Well, can we start rehearsing directly now? Can you give me a standard pitch?"

"Row."

Chen Qiu reached out and pressed the keys, giving Qin Xian a standard A.

Qin Xian held Xiaoti between his neck and finely adjusted some of the notes with his fingers.

The bow slides over the strings, and the resonance of the strings creates an extremely harmonious sound.

Chen Qiu listened to Qin Xian's tuning and nodded silently, waiting for his adjustment to be completed.

Qin Xian did not let Chen Qiu wait. In about ten seconds, he had already adjusted the violin to a suitable tone, and then nodded gently to Chen Qiu.

"I'm ready."

"Well, let's start directly?"

"Row!"

Although Qin Xian would talk a lot when he was frustrated, the thoughts in his mouth could last for a long time without stopping.

But when performing, he would start to put pressure on himself, his whole mood would become extremely tense, and he would even speak less.

He put the violin on his shoulder, raised the bow in his hand, stood by the piano, looked at Chen Qiu, took a deep breath, and nodded to Chen Qiu, indicating that he was ready to finish.

Chen Qiu also nodded slightly.

He looked at the keyboard in front of him and took a deep breath.

The memory of the master's degree in piano obtained from the Conservatoire Supérieure de Musique in Paris and the doctorate in conducting from the University of the Arts in Berlin gradually came back to me.

His memory of the piano was also resurrected.

He had played these accompaniments before.

Not only did he learn it when he was studying piano, he also learned this piece when he was studying conducting.

After all, this accompaniment completely integrates the orchestra part into the piano.

Therefore, Chen Qiu is very familiar with this.

These memories were not just memories, he quickly reflected them in Chen Qiu's hands.

The original owner had also practiced piano, so his fingers did not appear sore and his overall basic skills were still there.

It may not be as good as some piano majors who run competitions everywhere, but it is definitely not at the level of ordinary people.

His fingers landed on the piano keyboard, his fingers ran up and down quickly, and a series of notes emerged from his fingertips, surrounding Qin Xian.

The music is patchwork, like an orchestra. The orchestra is lingering, like moonlight shining down.

What Qin Xian felt at this moment was not the same as what he had felt when he asked his classmates from the piano department to help with accompaniment. The piano was just a piano.

Under Chen Qiu's hands, the piano has become an orchestra, surrounding him and helping him construct the feeling of music.

Qin Xian couldn't help but close his eyes while listening to Chen Qiu's piano. After taking a deep breath, he pulled the bow in his hand.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz...

A soft tone came out of Qin Xian's bow.

Just like a dancer dancing solo under the moon.

Extraordinarily gentle and gentle.

It can almost poke into everyone's heart.

His emotions followed Chen Qiu's guidance to interpret the music as much as possible.

but……

Chen Qiu couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the tone in Qin Xian's hands.

He felt a little problem. It was not a problem caused by Qin Xian's performance. It seemed to be...

No, this is not certain yet.

Chen Qiu didn't say anything. He just tried his best to build the beauty of music and create a suitable music scene.

The violin closely follows Chen Qiu's timbre and is completely attached to Chen Qiu's piano.

The two blend together almost perfectly.

It even gave Chen Qiu the feeling that he was conducting the orchestra.

Whatever timbre he wants the violin to make, the violin can react in time and make the corresponding timbre.

Chen Qiu's expression gradually changed slightly.

Qin Xian didn't notice the change in Chen Qiu's face at all. He just rubbed the trembling strings to make the sound softer.

The sound of the piano trembles, like weeping.

He put his ears completely on Chen Qiu's piano and his own violin.

Let the two give as similar a feel as possible.

Music, music.

I need to follow Chen Qiu's footsteps and make more music.

Chen Qiu's skills are indeed very good. He had heard that the senior leader in the conducting department was not bad at playing piano, but he never thought that Chen Qiu's piano could be so good.

Unlike those big guys in the piano department, Chen Qiu seems to be leaving room for him to express his music as much as possible.

Not only that, Chen Qiu even gave him a place to stick to and play with the band.

The two are like me in you and you in me.

It feels extremely comfortable.

As Qin Xian played, the corners of his mouth, which had always been particularly depressed, could not help but slightly raise.

It's very comfortable. It's really comfortable to work with Chen Qiu.

This Mendelssohn Violin Concerto in E minor will definitely be praised by the teacher.

It's just a pity...

After I finished playing this piece and Beethoven's Fifth Symphony "Destiny" as agreed with Chen Qiu, I was about to drop out of school.

A little disappointed.

But maybe this is life.

Qin Xian thought about it, and then brought the timbre closer to Chen Qiu's.

But he didn't expect that the next second, Chen Qiu's piano sound stopped.

(End of this chapter)