Entertaining Children

  Chapter 501 Fan of Van Gogh?

"No need." Fang still refused, "30 euros per person, this price is not particularly expensive, nothing." Xiao Yao said that he is also a star, how can Fang still care about this mere dozens Euro fares.

"But it's too much," Andrew said angrily. "It's not a question of money, it's obviously bullying foreigners outright. Let's just stop going in and go back to listen to rock music. Anyway, it's free, foreigners. It’s also free."

"They should be considering that the foreigners who come to participate in the festival will spend far more than the extra 20 euros on travel expenses. Most of them will not care about the higher price, so they will do this." Xiao Yao Said, "But since we are here, we still have to go in. Who calls us foreigners? We should be slaughtered. Anyway, this knife is not too cruel. Let's buy tickets separately. You buy yours, we Buy your own tickets."

  Hearing Xiao Yao say this, Andrew Belmont and the other three could only nod their heads in agreement, and rang the call bell placed on the table.

  As the bell rang, a forty-something white woman walked out of the back room and stood in front of the ticket office and asked several people in French: "Do I need to buy a ticket?"

   "Yes." Kira Bea replied in French. With that, he took out a 10 euro bill.

Fang and Pei Minyi still do not speak French, and the three locals can speak English, so the six of them communicated in English along the way, but now that the ticket sales staff is asking questions in French, they naturally use their mother tongue and Exchange of ticket sellers.

Kira successfully bought the tickets for 10 euros, and then Clara and Andrew stepped forward to buy the tickets. Xiao Yao's eyes lit up after seeing their ticket purchase process, and he turned his head and whispered to Pei Minyi and said, "I'll buy them later. Tickets, you two don't have to go there, and don't make a sound."

  After the three locals bought the tickets, they stood aside and waited. Xiao Yao stepped forward and handed out 30 euros to the ticket sales staff, saying in French: "Thank you, I want three."

  "Are you French?" The white woman selling tickets looked at Xiao Yao's Asian face and subconsciously said, "Can I see your ID card?"

  "Yes, we are French-Chinese and local," Xiao Yao said in fluent French, "but we forgot to bring our ID card when we went out."

  "Forgot to bring it?" The white woman who sold the tickets looked at Xiao Yao suspiciously.

"Yes, I forgot to bring it." Xiao Yao nodded, and then deliberately approached the white woman who sold the tickets, and whispered, "I live on Tailun Street. These two are my neighbors. That one. The girl in red is the girl I like, and the other is her best friend. I heard that there is a jazz performance here today. I finally asked them out to play and said to take them to listen to jazz. If we go back and get our ID card now, I missed the last performance. But if I pay you ninety euros now, I won’t have the money to invite them to eat supper and take a taxi to take them home. In that case, I will be completely useless! Sister, Please help!"

   "What?" Clara and the other three exclaimed, all showing surprised expressions.

  Although Xiao Yao was talking to the ticket salesperson in a low voice, the three people next to him could hear clearly.

Seeing that the ticket seller was attracted by the three people next to him, Xiao Yao quickly turned around and said to them in French: "What? Forgetting to bring your ID is not my fault. You didn't say to buy one when you told me there was a jazz performance. Tickets also need an ID card."

  "Do you know?" the ticket sellers said.

   "Of course, we are all students of Clermont Higher Art School." Xiao Yao said, "By the way, who of you brought your ID? Help me prove it?" Xiao Yao turned his head and blinked at the three of them.

Clara's reaction was the quickest. She immediately took out the student ID in her bag and handed it over, "This is my student ID. He is my classmate, and those two are his friends. I told him that he was here today. There are jazz performances."

"Well, I wish you a happy evening." The ticket salesperson looked at Clara's student ID, took the thirty euros in Xiao Yao's hand, handed Xiao Yao three tickets, and smiled at Xiao. Yao squeezed his eyes and said, "Good luck, boy."

   "Thank you!" Xiao Yao smiled and took the ticket and said, "I am lucky to meet you today!"

  Buy the tickets, the three quickly left the ticket office and went to the entrance of the concert hall to wait.

Seeing the ticket seller leave again, Andrew laughed and patted Xiao Yao on the shoulder, and said with a thumbs up: "Xiao, you really have you! I didn't expect you to speak French so well, and you are also very deceiving. ."

   "I'm an actor." Xiao Yao smiled, "Life is like a play, it all depends on acting!"

  "But how did you know about Tallen Street?" Kira Bea curiously asked, "Didn't you just arrive at Clermont Ferrand today?"

  Clermont Ferrand also has Chinatown. The Taelen Street mentioned by Xiao Yao is a street in Clermont Ferrand's Chinatown. Because there are many Chinese restaurants on this street, this street is also famous among the locals of Clermont Ferrand.

  "I've been to Clermont Ferrand before," Xiao Yao said, "I have eaten Chinese food on Tailun Street. I know that it is the most famous street in Chinatown."

   "For sixty euros, do you want to get it?" Fang, who understood what happened, still smiled bitterly, "How shameful it would be if it was taken apart?"

   Just now Fang still and Pei Minyi stood a little far away from the ticket counter at Xiao Yao's request. They didn't see Xiao Yao buying tickets, and they didn't understand French, nor did they understand what Xiao Yao said.

  "If you dismantle it, you can dismantle it. No one here knows me anyway!" Xiao Yao said indifferently.

  A few people chatted, and suddenly the door of the concert hall opened. It seemed that the previous performance had ended and the audience had left.

  Wait for a while, and when the concert hall did not come out, the six people also entered the concert hall with the tickets they just bought.

  When the six people entered the venue, they found that there were still many people sitting in the concert hall. It seemed that many people had directly bought tickets for two performances and were going to watch two in a row.

  It didn’t take long for the show to begin. Several musicians took their instruments and sat down on the chairs on the stage. The most striking of them was a black male with a gray beard. He walked onto the stage empty-handed last, sat down in front of a piano on the stage, and immediately started playing.

  The scale of this concert hall is not large. There are only a hundred seats in the auditorium, and only six to seventy people are seated. But a few musicians, especially the black musician who plays the piano who is the protagonist at first sight, has a very high level. The performance is very good. The environment and music effects are also very good. A few people are sitting inside and listening to jazz. Quite enjoyable. Xiao Yao felt that even thirty euros per person would be worth the fare.

After performing six of the world’s more famous jazz tunes or songs in continuous pure performance or self-playing and singing, the black musician seemed to be a little tired. He took off the microphone on the microphone stand by the piano and stood up and walked away. Go to the stage and start interacting with the audience.

   "Hello everyone." The black musician greeted everyone in English, which immediately evoked applause from the audience.

"Everyone knows that jazz is about improvisation, so today I also added an interactive session very casually for everyone." The black musician continued, "I am almost 70 years old this year, and I have played one in a row. Hours are also very tiring, so I decided to ask an audience to come up to perform a song and let me rest for a few minutes. Of course, if the audience who came up would like to, I can also provide some comments and pointers. I don’t know if there is any audience. Would you like to come up and perform for everyone?"

   "Wow~" Hearing the black musicians say this, many audience members in the audience made some exclamation sounds, and many audience members were a little eager to give it a try.

The black musician on the stage is named Louis Joseph, from the "Wind City" Chicago in the United States. Although he is not well-known in the pop music circle, he is a very senior and very senior in the jazz circle. An admired musician.

   "Wow, Louis Joseph is a jazz master. It is very rare to be able to perform in front of him and receive his personal guidance on the spot." Kira Bea was also very excited.

  "Boss, don't you know how to play the piano? Why don't you try it too?" Hearing Kira Bea's words, Pei Minyi turned and suggested to Xiao Yao.

No matter in his past or present life, Xiao Yao has no particular preference for jazz, and he basically listens to some popular jazz songs. He is not familiar with the music experts in the jazz circle, but he listened to it. In the words of Kira Bea and Pei Minyi, Xiao Yao also felt that this opportunity to get close to Master Jazz was really rare, so he nodded with a smile and raised his arm.

"He really wants to go up?" Clara and the others looked at Xiao Yao's raised arms in a little surprise. "When I bought a ticket just now I acted as a deceit, and now I want to go on stage again. Is he really from Huaxia? Are Chinese people very reserved?"

   "It seems that there are quite a few people who want to come up and show their skills," said the black musician Louis Joseph happily looking at the seven or eight arms raised in the audience.

"Who should I choose?" Louis Joseph hesitated, and then smiled humorously, "In order not to be compared, I think I should choose the youngest-looking audience." With that, Louis Joseph followed by Several spectators who raised their hands across the stage finally stopped in the direction of Xiao Yao.

   "You are the only young man. Please come on stage." Louis Joseph waved to Xiao Yao.

   Xiao Yao didn't twitch, got up from his seat happily, and quickly ran onto the stage.

"Young people are energetic," Louis Joseph happily praised Xiao Yao, and then asked, "What kind of music do you want to perform? My band knows a lot of jazz songs, as long as they are not too uncommon, I think they are all no problem."

   "I want to perform a song I composed myself, so the band really can't help." Xiao Yao smiled, "but I can play the guitar myself, I can sing and sing myself."

   "Well," Louis Joseph nodded, turned to look at his musicians and said, "You can be as lazy as I am. Jack, lend your guitar to this young man!"

  A middle-aged white man wearing a yellow top hat nodded with a smile, and walked to the front of the stage with the chair he was sitting on and the acoustic guitar. He swayed the chair to the front of the stage before handing the guitar on to Xiao Yao.

"Young man, let us enjoy your performance." Louis Joseph walked to the piano and took the microphone stand that was standing next to the piano next to the chair, set the microphone on the microphone stand, and then returned to the piano bench. Sat down. The middle-aged man named Jack also walked to the piano, leaned against the piano and looked at Xiao Yao.

  Xiao Yao sat in a chair, first reached out to pluck the strings to test the sound, and then adjusted the height of the microphone stand in front of him. Then he said, "I will give you a song "Vincent"."

  The audience under the stage gave a round of encouraging applause. Hearing this young man reported a song title he hadn't heard of before, many viewers looked forward to it.

   "Huh?" Fang still and Pei Minyi listened to Xiao Yao's words, and at the same time gave a strange surprise.

   "What's the matter? Isn't that Xiao's original song? Didn't he say that he is a music composer and singer?" Clara who was still beside Fang asked curiously.

   "No, that is indeed a new song he wrote a few days ago." Fang still said, "But we have heard that song. It is a folk song, not a jazz song."

   "The master let him go up to perform jazz, he can't go up and sing a folk song? That would be a shame." Kira Bea also said.

   "Who knows? No one here knows him anyway, so be ashamed." Fang still said, "If he is really crazy, let's pretend not to know him for a while."

  After the applause of the audience fell, Xiao Yao's fingers also gently plucked the strings, and began the prelude to the song. It's just that although this prelude is still the melody that Fang has heard before, it feels that the rhythm seems to be much slower.

  "Starry, StarryNight..." Xiao Yao started to sing, and the feeling Fang still felt was even more obvious. Not only has the rhythm of the accompaniment changed, the rhythm of Xiao Yao's singing, including the way she sings while singing, is also different from what she had heard at the press conference. Xiao Yao's current singing voice is full of lazy feeling, to her, it seems to be really jazzy.

   "Is this the song? Is this a folk song?" Clara looked at Fang still in confusion.

"It's this song, the lyrics and melody are the same, but the rhythm and singing are completely different." Fang still said softly, "He almost turned this song into a completely different taste, but he didn't expect it to be okay. Play like this."

  This "vincent" is a song composed by DonMclean in the previous life. It has been covered by countless people and has also been adapted into many different versions. Xiao Yao just wrote "Vincent" recently, and he is still very impressed with this song. Now he is going to perform jazz. In fact, who doesn’t know much about jazz, he remembered the jazz version of the song sung by Wang Ruolin in the previous life. .

"Wait, he seems to sing this song by Van Gogh." Kira Bea, who was paying attention to the lyrics of the song, suddenly said, "What is sung in the lyrics is related to several Van Gogh paintings. Is he too? Admirer of Van Gogh?"

"Van Gogh? That great impressionist painter?" Fang still wondered, "I haven't heard him say, I haven't seen him paint oil paintings. He can paint, but I have only seen him draw sketches and our China Ink painting."

   "It must be," Kira Bea nodded, "His song is called "vincent", and Van Gogh's name is Vincent William Van Gogh."

  "Is he still a fan of Van Gogh?" Fang still muttered. Kira Bea is a student of fine arts, so other people naturally don't doubt her judgment.

After Xiao Yao’s song ended, there was a burst of warm applause. In addition to the audience, even the musicians on the stage, including Louis Joseph and Jack at the piano, nodded with a smile. applaud.

  (End of this chapter)