It really shouldn't be, I came four days late, I was late, and I brought a female companion into the sacred rehearsal room......

More than 30 musicians stared at themselves in a daze, and then Shakira sobbed silently by the door, this is too difficult, after playing music for six years, Song Ya's face in front of the classical musicians tends to be a little thinner, perhaps because the closer you get to the mountains, the more you need to look up at the majesty of the main peak.

This is also different from the mentality of being self-deprecated in the previous dealings with politicians.

"Uh......"

Scratching his head, he put Barenboi's score back on the conductor's frame, "or ......" and walked over to Shakira, trying to send her out first, but he didn't think it was good.

"Why don't you take a fifteen-minute break?"

Thankfully, Old Mike pushed open the door and walked in very strongly, slapping the musicians and ordering, "Everyone leave for a while, and come back in fifteen minutes!" ”

Perhaps it was the strong confidence and aura of this white-bearded old man in a jacket and turtleneck that made the musicians mistake him for a big man in the industry, and they got up obediently and obediently.

"No, no, the instrument and the case are left in place." But Old Mike just wanted to rule out potential safety hazards, "Don't take the paper with you." ”

The musicians honestly put down the instruments and scores in their hands and went out in an orderly manner.

"Don't take it to heart APLUS, Mr. Barenboy is just not in a good mood today."

The principal violinist, an old white man, reassured Song Ya as he passed by, "You know, there are Christmas concerts rehearsing at the same time, from the 18th to the 23rd, all of which are the tomes of Brahms, Tchaikovsky, and Rimsky Korsakov, and then the New Year's concert, the first to the third of the next month. He's under a lot of pressure......"

"I understand, I'm not going to take it to heart."

Song Ya nodded humbly. The principal violinist is the most high-ranking musician, and before the profession of conductor existed, the orchestra conductor was also the principal violinist, and still holds the position of associate conductor of the orchestra.

"Don't be nervous, I'll help you." The old man patted him on the arm and went out to leave.

After the musicians left, Song Ya hurriedly closed the door with an arrow step, held his head in his hands and calmed his thoughts while taking a deep breath, paced around the command frame a few times, and finally calmed down.

Old Mike was already rummaging through the case.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come along." Shakira said timidly.

"Why were you crying?" Song Ya asked her.

"Maybe Mr. Barenboy reminded me of my piano teacher when I was a kid,......" she said, tears rolling in her eyes as the corners of her mouth fell.

"Okay, okay, it's not that scary."

Song Ya hugged her, the children who learn musical instruments are estimated to have suffered when they were children, and there is a psychological shadow, of course, what is even more bitter is to learn musical instruments as children, and the code is ...... Hey?

"Didn't you say you knew Mr. Barenboy well?" Shakira asked.

"Uh, uh, uh......"

Song Ya was almost choked to death by the question, and reached out to pull her collagen-filled cheeks, "Don't make a fuss, wait and sit next to the drummer, help him flip through the sheet music or something, don't make a sound." ”

"Shall I go back first?" She asked hesitantly.

"No, keep a low profile, just be a little transparent, you are a Latin diva, and you are not an outsider."

After setting up the Latin girls, Songya began to look through the scores left by Barenboy, not all of them, but also some rehearsal schedules and other documents.

Baba Yetu's score has been densely marked by Barenboy last time, more than three months have passed, and now he has a brand new version in front of him, which contains Barenboy's new understanding and treatment of this time, and Song Ya closes his eyes and compares the original song of the apocalypse in his mind every time he carefully reads a bar.

There was an inconsistency, he opened his eyes and picked up the pencil on the command frame to try to change it, but it hung in mid-air and stopped.

Baba Yetu is in the main orchestra break, most of the selection of alternate musicians and choir composed of cushion repertoire, Song Ya just read the document about the choir composition table, in addition to two secondary school choirs, a semi-professional adult team that works with the orchestra all year round, and a choir is composed of pure amateurs who fund the renovation project of the symphony center, they can be stuffed into the orchestra, and the intention of 'down-to-earth' play tickets is obvious.

But after all, this is a dessert served by the Chicago Symphony Orchestra at the New Year's concert, whether it is to buy tickets to enter the venue or watch the live broadcast of unpopular classical music on PBS, they should all be old listeners with a certain aesthetic and discernment ability, those people's ears are not as good as professionals but they are also very smart, even if there is a little mistake, it will smash the brand of one of the world's top ten and North North America symphony orchestras, and it has been recorded by PBS......

If you want to be recognized in this industry, you can rely on hard power, there are no tricks and shortcuts, and you will laugh and be generous if you are not careful, and the circle is really not big......

Barenboy was so nervous and irritable just now, probably because of this reason.

Or do you want to follow him? After all, he is the shopkeeper who has been staring at the rehearsal, otherwise what would have gone wrong when he officially debuted......

How can I be so hypocritical when I copy songs......

But......

Song Ya was stunned for a while, the battle between heaven and man in his mind, no matter what, no matter how good it is to cross the 'foundation', it will always take one hundred and twenty points of effort to get the harvest, right? Otherwise, he may be a seven-year contract that has not fulfilled Motura until now, and can only use the revelations of the apocalypse to make money in other fields, no, he is likely to be dragged back to the gang quagmire by Lowry Jr. or Sinaloa, or killed by Hollywood, or eaten and wiped clean by black-hearted politicians such as Underwood and Peter Flock, and there is no scum left.

I actually have some personal abilities, right?

At least prove yourself a little bit in front of the musicians and Barenboye, right?

Although he does not have an absolute sense of tone and has not undergone professional conducting training, standing on the shoulders of the giants of Barenboy and the original song of the Apocalypse, does it really have to lie on the same belt? I've been playing music for six years......

Just now, the principal violinist also said that Barenboy has been under a lot of pressure recently, and it is estimated that he will not have time in the future, and he is very annoyed to spend energy to make this dessert for himself, and he has done enough.

And using his version of the conductor's score, which is gradually drifting away from the original song of the Apocalypse in his head, wouldn't he be schizophrenic after intensive rehearsal this month?

The tip of the pen touched the paper, and there was a rustling sound in the rehearsal room.

Shakira sat behind the red Chinese drum set, and noticed that the man who wrote and drew was becoming more and more focused, and his eyes were becoming more and more confident, although he didn't bet even a single glance on himself, but he was extremely attractive...... She put her legs together.

Before I knew it, fifteen minutes had passed, and there was a punctual knock on the door.

"Mike." Song Ya continued to work without lifting her eyelids.

Mike, who had already finished checking, opened the door, and the musicians rushed in, a little noisy, some whispering interesting things about life, and some silently walking to their places and taking their seats.

"A minute, thanks."

The jazz orchestra conductor in the Apocalypse movie just now was much meaner than Barenboy, and Song Ya still didn't look up, learning the tone of the guy and saying a word.

Not so arrogant, of course.

The rehearsal room was filled with voices, and the sound of a chaotic and short flipped sheet music and auditions of plucking the strings and playing the wind music immediately began.

Even the alternate musicians of the top orchestras are top-notch, and suddenly at a point in time, they neatly fall silent.

Song Ya turned her head to look at the clock on the wall behind her, there were only a few seconds left before the one-minute requirement, "OK, let's go through it all first." When the seconds were on twelve, he raised his baton......

The violinists keep their chins against the body, their bows resting on the strings, their heads tilted to their heads, the wind musicians mouthful, the drummers' drumsticks hovering in the air, and the whole orchestra in full swing.

"No, what's the ...... of you?"

Song Ya suddenly found that the fat musician who had just been scolded by Barenboy and left in tears was fine, sitting in the fifth seat of the cello department, and almost ruined his own personality, "Forget it." "Don't bother him, wait until you play and listen carefully to how the level is.

"I might ...... Please alert me then. ”

Before swinging his baton, he pointed to his ear and told the principal violinist that he was at a level where he might not be able to discern the slightest mistakes of the musicians.

The principal violinist nodded solemnly.

“1234……”

Song Ya took a deep breath, and after counting four beats, the baton jumped in an arc in the air, and the colorful movement played.