“APLUS！ It's time for the Tenth Symphony! ”

The concert hall staff came in to report.

"I see."

Song Ya, who was helping each other sort out their tuxedos at the concert in South Africa, nodded and slightly smoothed out the folds of the shirt on her chest.

Widely regarded as the style and artistic achievement of the work is not inferior to Beethoven's nine immortal masterpieces, Symphony No. 1 in C minor, also commonly known as Symphony No. 10, the German composer Brahms spent a total of 21 years from the beginning to the final completion of this monumental work, divided into four movements, and it took about 50 minutes to perform the complete version.

Most of them have just begun, and there is still plenty of time.

Gu Ying felt sorry for himself for a few seconds, and he moved his eyes back to the conductor's score and baton on the table, these two things must be kept with him, especially the conductor's score, otherwise he is likely to be embarrassed on stage.

"Let's take a look?" The South African singer asked.

"Okay."

The two of them took their things and went to the big rehearsal room, the choir children had already changed into their costumes, most of the people in the South City Public High School were black, wearing colorful African style, and about two-thirds of the private room they went to later was white, and their performance clothes were Greek-style robes? At that time, the stylist took out the renderings very good, but when they were actually worn, they felt a bit nondescript, it didn't matter, just the meaning, in order not to appear too distinct, the children of the two schools would be placed in a row of staggered rows.

The other two choirs, both semi-professional and amateur, are all in black dresses and black skirts.

Even though the teachers were maintaining order, the children were still noisy, and the old men and women were socializing.

"Don't worry, APLUS, I promise nothing goes wrong." The choir conductor smiled at him and asked, "Do you want to make a speech?" ”

"No, just don't lose this."

There will be no more pressure on the stage, Song Ya waved the conductor's score and instructed, each of them has their own black skin song sheet in their hands, and they will sing it when the time comes.

For the three-minute piece, Baba Yetu had enough rehearsal time, and there were not a few words of the Lord's Prayer itself, which everyone would have memorized if it was in English, but now it needs to be sung by someone who does not know Swahili.

He went to the place where the musicians were staying, and they were all scattered around a piano, not far from their instrument boxes and sheet music, and there was a small television in the room, and the PBS was broadcasting the New Year's concert live, and the camera occasionally showed the governor and the mayor in the front row, as well as the South African ambassador and other political and business celebrities he didn't know.

They watched silently, the young musicians' eyes revealing longing.

Barenboy is not as passionate as some conductors, but he is also not elegant, his movements are fast, concise, and full of power, and Song Ya has long experienced that when he was rehearsing Game of Thrones, he felt that the other party was like a quiet lion, unassuming but unquestionably in control, and was the only king in the audience.

In fact, there was a period of time in the middle of the rehearsal, when I was conducting, I would unconsciously start shaking my head, not out of any desire to express, but really enjoying it, when every note of the whole orchestra flowed out one by one according to my previous thoughts, like an arm and finger, that sense of satisfaction and pride led to ......

"No, no, no, it's better to be graceful and restrained." He secretly said in his heart: "I'm also a ...... of Barenboy."

In the first movement, in the second movement, when the Symphony No. 1 in C minor is halfway through, the crisp conversation of children can be heard in the corridor outside.

"Twenty minutes to go." After a while, someone came to remind me again.

"OK, it's all sorted out and ready."

Song Ya clapped his hands and ordered, and the musicians began to move, took out their instruments, asked for a B-flat pitch from the piano, and then concentrated on debugging.

"No one lost the score, did they?"

With ten minutes left, Song Ya checked one last time, and then asked someone to call Lea Saronga out and lead the team to wait in the corridor.

There was not enough space in the backstage, and the choir of more than 100 people was crowded in front, and half of the passage had to be awayed.

"Don't be nervous." Leah Saronga, who was used to seeing big scenes, said with a smile.

Damn, I'm not nervous, but I'm a little nervous when you say that, "Excuse me, I came to the concert in Mexico City with 80,000 people." Song Ya shook her legs and boasted.

But in fact, I don't know why, I was more worried than when I went to the nightclub opposite Lao Joe's record to make its debut, alas, the reason why everything is difficult for the first time, right? Looking down at the short Asian girl next to her, maybe because of her long-term relationship with Schoenberg, she was not very interested in her skit, and even felt that she regretted taking Baba Yetu a little, singing few words and not difficult, and having to travel between New York and Chicago.

"Hmph, I'm paying for the show generously!" He comforted himself in his heart.

'Wow! ’

The music on the stage in front of him stopped abruptly, followed by thunderous applause, which lasted for a long time, and he knew that it meant that it was over, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

"It's going to be your daddy's show."

The lights in the auditorium in the hall came on, and Xue Linfen woke up the sleeping little Robb, "Come, stand up, and applaud together." Barenboy was leading the orchestra to give a curtain call, and she taught her son to give everyone a standing ovation.

"Not bad."

Old Barn in the hall below gave a rare compliment.

"The Christmas concert followed the New Year's concert, and Barenboy has worked hard this year." Old friends applauded enthusiastically.

"Take a break."

After Barenboy left, the stage lights dimmed, and the audience who had been listening to the symphony for more than an hour took the opportunity to relax and go to the bathroom.

In North Carolina, Jesse Helms, who was resting at home, was also watching the PBS station, but he had just put down his cigar and "Go get my checkbook!" He called his wife.

"Don't you dislike this Jew?" The wife handed him the checkbook and asked, "Say he sympathizes with our enemies." ”

"But the old theater really needs a renovation."

He filled in the checkbook, signed it, and before he could tear it off, he saw the subtitles on the TV screen from PBS, and the next track, Baba Yetu, conductor: APLUS.

"What the hell ......"

As soon as he finished enjoying Brahms, he tore up the cheque he had just signed and threw it in the trash, then picked up the remote control and tried to change the channel, when he saw the next subtitle: 'Baba Yetu, which means our Heavenly Father, composed by the young musician APLUS based on the Swahili Lord's Prayer. ’

To change or not to change? Forget it, let's continue to watch, anyway, other stations are all messy cultural garbage.

In the corridor, Song Ya heard footsteps and suppressed conversations getting closer and closer, playing most of the tome for dozens of minutes was very physically exhausting for both the musician and the conductor, and Barenboy, who was off the stage, was sweaty, and kept wiping his handkerchief with a handkerchief, "APLUS, WAIT FOR YOU." ”

"No problem."

"Okay......

Barenboy was not interested in talking, waved his hand and went back to catch up on the time to rest.

The queue on his side began to move forward slowly, and the children and old men and women in front of them should go to the staircase choir and stand first, and then the musicians and singers would take their places, and they would have to wait until the stage lights were on, and the last one would appear, so there was no hurry.

“WTF?”

When the old Barnes came back, he also saw the horse running text 'Baba Yetu conducts APLUS' on the electronic display screen on the side of the concert hall, and scolded indignantly: "How much sponsorship did the symphony center receive from that black nouveau riche?" I don't want a face to renovate the project? ”

"Shh His wife immediately stopped her husband's yelling.

"Let's go outside and wait." Not wanting to see or listen, he called out to his old friend.

"Wait, who's that?" The old friend recognized the vice president of Dow from the crowd on the dim stage, who was looking for his place with a spring breeze on his face, "Why is he there?" ”

"How do I know!"

"Is this the one that APLUS sang at our church last time?"

The old friend recognized more familiar faces in the group of old men and women, and he was not calm for a moment, "So we should have stood on top and they were watching below?" Is that the case, Barn? Shxt！ ”

The audience on the left and near looked sideways, and Mayor Daley Jr. in the front row also looked back, this time it was the turn of the wife of an old friend to stop her husband from continuing to swear.

The people in the corridor were almost gone, and the ears gradually quieted down, Song Ya's heart became more and more nervous, and she kept stroking the conductor's score under her armpit, the South African singer saw this, but he didn't have time to say anything, and he patted his arm and walked on the stage.

Song Ya followed to the side of the stage in a daze, but fortunately a staff member came over and raised his hand to block him, preventing him from taking the stage early to make jokes.

He looked over from the side and saw Alicia in the first row, surrounded by Peter and the two children, as well as the South African ambassador and other people who appeared on the TV screen just now, Xue Linfen and the others should be on the second floor, and they couldn't see it, and the previous broadcast camera would not stare at the audience in the box who needed more privacy.

The noise in the concert hall gradually cleared, the audience was seated, and then the stage lights came back on and the hands of the staff were lowered.

couldn't hide, he was ruthless in his heart, squeezed out a smile and walked out.

"Go to the third of the way and bow to the audience, then wave and continue walking......"

In his heart, he silently recited the things that had been memorized for nearly a month, and he did them in turn.

But there was no applause for Barenboy in the audience, and there were, scattered, whistles in the back row, and a member of the audience in the front row coughed loudly (Barnes Sr. did it).

The faces in the audience became more and more blurred in his eyes, his mind gradually went blank, and the world felt chaotic.

Before I even started, I felt like my back was starting to sweat.

With one last bow, he turned around and put the score on the bracket, damn it, forgetting to hug the singer, he went to hug the South African singer and Leah Salonga, who gave Leah Saronga more applause than himself.

What else? Oh, and he balanced his body on one leg and shook hands with the principal violinist.

The route was messed up, but I finally got everything done.

"He's a little too nervous."

The big patron of the arts, David Geffen saw through it at a glance, and he was already sitting in the stands outside the box.

Charis, who was with him, had little experience in watching the symphony live, and didn't understand it at all, but she was worried about the man, so she looked at Mila who was next to Doug Morris on the other side.

Mila also heard David Geffen's evaluation, poked her head out, stared at her ex-boyfriend on the stage with great concentration, and the hand holding the railing was unconsciously forced, and her knuckles were a little white.

The lights in the auditorium dimmed.

There is no ear monitoring, no cushion sound, post-remedy, fortunately practiced enough, Song Ya took a deep breath, raised his hands, made eye contact with each voice, and then silently counted the beats, and the baton jumped and flew in the air again.

The fiddlers' bowstrings rose like a forest of guns, 'woo-woo, woo-woo...... 'Lea Salonga chanted.

It's all rehearsals, it's all rehearsals! Song Ya didn't know if she had made a mistake, but the music was undoubtedly shown in strict accordance with the rehearsal effect, the shaker tasted right, the fat cellist didn't make any more mistakes, and neither did the Huaguo drum player.

Not bad! Not bad! He slowly raised his left hand towards the South African singer.

Baba yetu， yetu uliye

Our Father

Mbinguni yetu， yetu

You are in heaven

Amina!

Amen!

Baba yetu， yetu， uliye

Our Father

Jina lako litukuzwe.

Hallowed be your name

The South African singer's unique voice is as rugged and vast as the African wilderness.

"It's interesting." Universal Music President Doug Morris's eyes lit up immediately.

It's a short sketch, and the professionals have just scratched the taste, and immediately the choirs in the next section join in.

Vice President Dow shook his head at the score, using the lyrics he marked according to his favorite foley memory, singing in a language he didn't understand, and was very happy.

The children spread their arms and sang and looked up reverently at the ceiling, as if looking up to God.

The atmosphere unconsciously became sacred.

Song Ya's tension gradually disappeared.

The old conservatives of the Lord's Prayer are very familiar with it, whether it is PBS or the concert hall live with simultaneous translation subtitles, the faces of Jesse Helms and Barn Sr. are quietly becoming softer.

"It's Daddy who commands."

Xue Linfen and Mariah Carey, who is far away in Bedford Hills, New York, also showed off to their son almost in unison.

"The Lord's Prayer in Africa, and so many ethnic groups playing the politically correct gospel chorus? Emmm……”

David Geffin, who is also Jewish and a same-sex fraternity boss, certainly didn't have much of a cold, but after a little groaning, he quickly understood what Song Ya wanted to express outside of music.

Relieved, Mira turned her head and Charise happened to look at each other, and their eyes touched and separated.

Alicia, who was closest to Song Ya, looked up at his back, unconsciously the corners of her mouth turned up, and her gaze became hazy.

The South African ambassador had already joined Pastor William in front of the television and sang aloud with tears in his eyes.

"Twenty years later, twenty years later......" Linda cried like a madman.

"Twenty years from now?" Hallie asked, but Linda only shook her head and refused to say more.

Utupe leo chakula chetu

Give us this day our daily bread

Tunachohitaji utusamehe

I beg your pardon

Makosa yetu， hey!

Our debt of sin!

Kama nasi tunavyowasamehe

As if we were exempt...

Waliotukosea usitutie

Someone else's debt

Finally, the harpist, who had been sitting for more than three minutes, plucked a few times to finish, Song Ya put down the baton, and gently pressed down with his left hand, and the music gradually became low until it fell silent.

The audience was silent for a few seconds, and then applause rang out, this time extremely warm.

Really, it feels like the first time I was in the studio of Old Joe's record with Ellie, although the result was successful, but the process ended in a hurry just at the beginning, Song Ya was about to turn around and thank you, but the apocalypse came so untimely, it was still the movie about jazz drummers, fortunately, it hadn't been collected seven times......

Give me slowly, slowly, right away.

He held the command frame in his hand, holding back the dizziness and the slight tremor of his body, because of the pain of fighting the apocalypse, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye and stayed on his face.

'Poof......' Barenboy, who was moistening his throat, squirted a mouthful of water onto the TV.

"It's contrived." In the office of the mayor of Vasila, Alaska, the staff complained.

“Hey！ You are not allowed to say that! ”

Mayor Sara Perrin pulled out a tissue and gave one to Cassidi, "His music itself is still very touching. ”

"I knew it, I knew it, it's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

The old friend gave a standing ovation, clapped his hands red, and at the same time stared at the vice president of Dow on the stage with envy and hatred, and kept nagging, "This song is not difficult to sing, it is not difficult to sing...... It's definitely not hard to sing! ”

Old Barn was aggrieved and didn't dare to say a word.

"This kid ...... At least the faith has always been strong, hasn't it? ”

Jesse Holmes' wife watched the TV scene, covering her mouth with emotion, tears rolling in her eyes.

Jesse Helms sighed silently and silently picked up the checkbook and pen again.