The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 31 Destiny
Dangdangdang!

The roar of musical instruments was like the gaze of fate, and with the wave of Chen Qiu's arm, he slowly opened his eyes from the void.

From the sky, he looked down at the people wandering around the world.

A feeling of fear surged up in his heart.

Chen Qiu raised his hand again and gave a second decisive wave.

Dangdangdang!

The second roar of fate appeared in front of everyone, and an indescribable feeling of insignificance rose in everyone's hearts.

It was as if they had awakened a monster.

Emotions have begun to rise gradually.

Everything in the music is showing his true face to the people off the stage.

Chen Qiu gave the orchestra a two-beat preview, and he controlled the orchestra's progress.

His eyes were wide and he seemed to be glaring.

It's like fighting against fate.

Under this unstoppable fate, Chen Qiu waved his arms gently.

No, his entire upper body had begun to rotate.

He used his body to move his arms and let the power flow out of him,
Softness with strength.

He left this power behind the orchestra.

One floor, two floors, three floors.

The sounds of the string section overlapped in layers under the conductor of Chen Qiu.

Each layer of music has its own content.

Just like the most classic Canon.

You have me I have you.

The sense of hierarchy has been directly stretched to the extreme height that the second group can reach at this moment.

It’s not that you can’t continue to pull, it’s just that this kind of pulling can bring out the most perfect part of the orchestra.

The music is gradually rising, and the levels of music are gradually overlapping.

One layer after another, emotions surged up.

Finally, with an unexpectedly powerful force, everything was suddenly destroyed.

And with the emergence of this power, an extremely bright feeling rose from under the music.

Just like hope.

The strong sense of contrast makes the level of music rise again and again.

Climbed to the extreme.

The eyes of everyone under the stage couldn't help but light up.

They looked at each other and nodded silently.

This musical performance is beautiful!

Even when Wang Hai was listening, his hands couldn't help but squeeze, and his body couldn't help but lean forward.

This music?

This music!

His eyes were full of surprise.

Sure enough, Chen Qiu is worthy of being the son of Chen Qiu's father. His commanding talent is really beyond words.

I don’t know who I heard it from before, saying that Chen Qiu relied on his good ears to be arrogant and arrogant.

Now it seems that is not the case at all!
Chen Qiu's musical performance is completely incompatible with being arrogant.

If you look at Chen Qiu's arm conductor, you can clearly notice that when Chen Qiu's fingers fall, everyone in the orchestra can clearly grasp Chen Qiu's intention and follow Chen Qiu's ideas.

This is definitely not just a simple thing that can be accomplished by rehearsing in advance.

In such a large orchestra, many major conductors do not participate in daily rehearsals. Daily rehearsals are basically assigned to deputy conductors or conductor assistants.

They focus more on the scene and let the band follow them there.

And if you want to achieve such an achievement, then the orchestra must always pay attention to the conductor and follow the conductor's pace.

This places extremely high demands on the conductor himself to control the orchestra.

The orchestra must be able to feel the conductor's ideas very clearly. Chen Qiu did it.

He had control of the orchestra.

Wang Hai's vision was relatively good, and he very clearly noticed that when the group of people in the orchestra were looking at the music score, their eyes were not only on the music score, but also on Chen Qiu.

This is the trust in Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu did a good job.

Wang Hai suddenly felt a little emotional.

He looked at the group of members around him who were also listening to Chen Qiu's performance attentively, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

Compared to Chen Qiu, when he conquered the members of his band, he almost died of exhaustion.

All kinds of solutions were used, and finally the band members were reluctant to recognize themselves and follow their own pace when playing.

Really are……

Wang Hai glanced at the concertmaster next to him with a slight resentment, his expression was not particularly friendly.

Unlike Wang Hai, the school leaders listened very carefully to the interpretation of the music itself.

They don’t know much about command, and they don’t know much about whether command is good or bad.

But they understand one thing, and that is music itself.

They are basically very familiar with Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, Destiny.

When they are in class, they often use Beethoven's motivation for fate to give examples to others.

Some of them even played bass.

They don't care whether Chen Qiu's command is good or not. This is a matter for the command system.

But whether the bass guitar is played well or not, they can be very clear about it.

Therefore, their attention was completely focused on the orchestra, listening to the orchestra's interpretation of the bass.

pity……

As they listened, their attention couldn't help but be absorbed.

Gradually forget your own purpose.

Chen Qiu didn't know what the people behind him were thinking. All his attention was now on his music.

Because Qin Xian had no way to help him control the orchestra, he had to focus part of his attention on areas where the orchestra leader could not reach and remind them.

Fortunately, after many rehearsals before, everyone in the orchestra can basically guarantee that they will look at themselves while reading the music score.

So, it's not particularly difficult.

His fingers pinched the baton in his hand to make the music even louder.

Dangdangdang!

Following the sunshine, came another horrifying fate.

The fate of the first theme, and the relief of the second theme, the two are fighting crazily.

Chen Qiu's command is also becoming more and more bold.

He did not follow his habit of asking the orchestra to simply interpret the first and second themes, dividing the music into two different parts.

He does it for the tension of the music and to make the emotion of the music more exciting.

He gradually merged the emotions of these two main themes.

The baton waved up and down, representing the roar of fate and the warmth of hope, fighting crazily in Chen Qiu's hands.

Immortal, unquenchable, unquenchable.

The battle of fate will never die, and the torment of fate will never be extinguished.

The flame of hope never goes out, the light of hope never goes out.

The conflict is becoming more and more intense.

No matter how painful the emotions are, no matter how tortured the fate is.

That tone that represents light, like a candle in a storm, has always supported the emotions in the orchestra.

Chen Qiu grabbed it with empty hands, and the veins on his arms were exposed.

It seems to be strangling the throat of fate, and it seems to be protecting the last hope.

Extra hard.

(End of this chapter)