After all, it was only a three-minute sketch, and there was a top conductor who led the orchestra through the early stage like a nanny, and now the level of performance of this orchestra is quite high, and Song Ya can't find flaws.

Just now, because I was too focused on finding faults, the brain entered a wonderful tunneling effect, and the attention was paid to which voice, and only a narrow area centered on that voice was left in the hearing and vision, and the periphery of the area became very blurred, as if it had disappeared from the world.

Soon, the ensemble came to an abrupt end, and all the musicians looked up at themselves.

"Emm......" Song Ya touched her chin and pretended to think, in fact, she was delaying time to recover from that feeling.

Everyone waited quietly, and only the faint sound of ticking water was heard in their ears.

He knew that the trumpeter was taking the opportunity to press the release button, draining the saliva that had been blown into the horn body and telescopic tube in preparation for the next blowing.

"You."

Something had to be done, and with his hands folded around his chest, he walked up to the fat cellist, who immediately looked dead again, "From measure eighteen." Song Ya ordered.

The fat trumpeter hurriedly turned the sheet music in front of him to the page of the eighteenth measure, and "123 ......" gave a beat, and the fat man played the melody accurately alone.

“OK。”

After listening to the solo for a few bars, he motioned for the fat man to stop, and then tilted his head and smacked it for a few seconds, "I didn't hear anything, what about you?" He smiled and asked the principal violinist who should help with the gatekeeping.

The other musicians burst into small laughs, and the principal violinist shook his head with a smile.

The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

After this episode, the oppressive atmosphere in the rehearsal room was completely relaxed, and the young musicians moved their bodies or fiddled with their instruments.

I don't have the confidence or authority to treat them as harshly as Barenboy, or the jazz conductor in the Apocalypse movie just now, at least not when he doesn't get the hang of it.

There are no synthesizers, no modern equipment, pure hard technology, there are so many people here, who can I teach?

The competition within the top orchestras was also fierce, and he remembered that when he was recording Trumpets a few years ago, he had met several young trumpeters who had been invited to record backing musicians, and he was the candidate for this orchestra at that time, but today he did not see a single familiar face, and he did not hear that they later got official positions, and should have been brutally eliminated.

In short, the industry model invented by the Europeans is naturally hierarchical, the first, second, and then lower, and every time the musician moves a small position, it is equivalent to a big step forward in the career, and vice versa, and there are generally no cynical guys.

The strength of the team is definitely no problem, and the cooperation of BabaYetu, who has been rehearsing for so long, is no problem, so there is only one thing left to fine-tune according to the original song of the Apocalypse, otherwise the effect of the performance will always be the same as what you have in your head, and it will bring great trouble to your later conducting work.

"Okay, then I need your voice to be a little clearer and more prominent."

Song Yazhong picks the player who plays the shaker and gives the order, "Let's start with the first measure......

123…… He silently recites the beat and swings the baton.

The sandhammer began to shake.

"No, no, it's a little bit harder, uh...... How to describe it? Take a bit of African wildness, and we'll do it again, 1234......"

There will be no thorns in the yin and yin disobedience, and soon the other party will adjust to a state that Song Ya is satisfied with, he closed his eyes and compared the original song in his head, and nodded in approval.

The rehearsal went on so smoothly that the minutes passed quietly.

"OK, let's do it again."

In the middle of the second ensemble, Barenboy quietly returned to the rehearsal room and stayed for only a few seconds, completely unnoticed by Song Ya because there was no time to be distracted by the conductor.

Probably hearing something changed, such as the more prominent sandhammer sound, Barenboy walked away with a straight face.

Song Ya heard the sound of closing the door, and turned his head to see the back of him leaving.

"Okay, take a fifteen-minute break."

When the ensemble is over, "Mr. Barenboy!" Song Ya ran out quickly and chased him in the corridor, "I'm sorry, I made some changes without permission......"

"No, of course the music you write is best interpreted in the way you like."

Barenboy didn't laugh, but he wasn't really angry either, "I also want to apologize to you, I was a little bit bad before...... I'm not right about things, not people. ”

"I understand that I shouldn't be late, and I shouldn't bring irrelevant people."

Song Ya apologized again and asked, "Is it the reason for the Christmas concert rehearsal?" ”

"A lot of things, forget it, go back, don't make them wait too long." Barenboy gestured to the rehearsal room.

"Okay, let's have dinner together in the evening?"

"Yes."

Song Yamu sent him away, asked Lao Mike for a mobile phone call to Linda, told him to find the best restaurant near the symphony center to make a reservation, and then send some equipment over.

Fifteen minutes later, the rehearsal continued, and he continued his fine-tuning.

Soon, he finally had a 'chance to perform', and the drummer of Huaguo Drum was obviously distracted and entered too late.

Because there was a Latin beauty on the side to help flip through the sheet music.

In a symphony performance, in fact, some musicians spend most of the time sitting dry, such as the harp used in Baba Yetu, but when it is time for them to 'speak', the sound of the instrument must be accurate, and if they are not concentrating, it is easy to enter early or late.

"Stop!"

Song Ya raised his left hand and made a sharp fist clenching motion, and the whole group immediately stopped and focused their eyes on the drummer.

"What were you doing!? Thinking about life? Song Ya was secretly happy in her heart, and walked over to stare at him directly, open.

"I'm sorry APLUS." The young drummer bowed his head and confessed.

Song Ya took a deep breath and closed her eyes, the apocalypse came again, and it was still one of the clips in the movie rehearsed by the jazz orchestra.

Shakira ...... Love you, he looked at the Latin girl who was sitting behind the drummer and smiled at his Latin.

This little twist made the drummer misunderstand, so he panicked even more, "I won't be next time." He added.

"What? I didn't hear clearly, louder! Song Ya raised his voice first.

"I won't next time."

"Bigger!" Song Ya suddenly leaned over and roared in his ear.

"I won't next time!" The drummer shouted with a contorted face.

"Hmm."

The effect was very satisfying, Song Ya glanced at the other musicians who were silent, and paced back to the conductor's position, "Let's start again, 1234......"

In the afternoon, I had to rehearse with the choir, which would be the closest rehearsal to the actual performance, and the reason why I said the closest was because the female soloist Leah Salonga couldn't come, the Broadway show was very heavy, and she didn't sing much in Babayetu, and only found time to occasionally travel from New York to Chicago.

Song Ya announced the end of the rehearsal on time according to the schedule given by Barenboy.

The musicians neatly packed up their instruments and belongings and left.

"Hungry?"

Song Ya asked Shakira, who was holding her waist with both hands.

"It's good that you're a real genius, dear." Latina girl with star eyes.

"Well, I know, a lot of people say that."

Song Ya continued to study the conducting score, of course he knew that he was not a genius, but when he came to the step of being the conductor of the concert of the top orchestra, he could only make up for it with all his strength.

Shakira didn't bother him anymore, and the two stayed silent for a while, and Linda personally brought someone to send a set of professional recording and radio equipment.

"Let's just stand here, in the right direction......"

Song Ya arranged the position of the microphone before putting the score and other documents into the bag, "Linda, wait to accompany us to the restaurant?" ”

"Okay." Linda, who was in charge of the reservation, agreed, "Who are the people at noon?" ”

"South African singers, choir conductors, principal violinists, and probably some other people in the band, I've got an appointment."

Song Ya replied. Conducting is a position that requires the ability to co-ordinate, the main role is actually to guide the orchestra to achieve the artistic goal in rehearsals, no one will think of fighting what is the extraordinary performance of the scene, rehearsals, practice is familiar with the problem will be solved naturally, when actually performing on stage, the musicians will not specifically stare at the baton to decide how to play, only before the voice on the score is played and wait for the opportunity to see the conductor.

Therefore, communication is also very important, and pulling relationships is your strength.

“hujambo！”

The group went to a nearby French restaurant, and the South African male singer had been waiting for him early, he was not the most famous national treasure singer in South Africa, but he was at the peak of his voice and professional level.

"What?" Song Ya knew that he was greeting him, but he didn't understand.

"Hello, Swahili." Linda reminded in a whisper.

"Uh...... Hehe, I didn't react for a while, hujambo! ”

"Say Sijambo in response to the greeting......" Linda added.

It's all over again, really! Song Ya glanced at Linda aggrievedly and wiped the sweat from her forehead, "Sijambo, Sijambo......"

Other guests are also coming one after another, work is work, life is life, and everyone will not talk about music after work, and the atmosphere is very relaxed.

After eating, Song Yati returned to the rehearsal room, because there were two middle school choirs, one from the public school where he used to study, and the other from the private school that he later transferred, and the teachers who led the team were all old acquaintances.

"APLUS, LONG TIME NO SEE."

The white female music teacher in the public middle school has a deeper feeling, "I still remember when we ......" She looked a little older, and she hugged her excitedly when she met.

"How can I forget that I can be where I am today because of your care when I was in the school orchestra......"

Under the admiring gaze of the male and female middle school students, Song Ya said with a smile, "Speaking of which, if you hadn't lent me a tape recorder and a utility room, I wouldn't have been able to make a demo of a second-hand store, and it's really hard to say what my life would be like......

"Hmm!" The female teacher choked up with relief.

"Hey, Boy!" At this time, a somewhat familiar voice sounded next to it.

Song Ya turned his head and saw a beer-bellied old white man with a red face, who was indeed an acquaintance, the former vice president of Dow, "...... Sir, how do you ......" quickly shake hands with each other.

"I'm ......," Dow's vice president pointed to the business choir that had already entered the business choir with half a small number of people, all of whom were old men and old women.

"Oh, so you're also the funder of the renovation here?" Song Ya slapped his head.