King of Classical Music Chapter 229

Published at 11th of August 2022 08:43:33 AM

At the end of each year, Vivian's global tour will begin as scheduled. No matter which countries have been to the country in the middle of the show, the last tour of Vai's annual event is destined to be held in the gold base hall of the home.

Today, it is the day of the last annual tour.

A narrow and beautiful Danube crossed the city centre of Vienna and slowly drifted into the distance. In the enchanting night of the darkness, countless ships on the Danube have lit up the boat lights, and the beautiful and moving rivers are dotted with lights and oceans with thousands of bright and shining lights.

The Vienna Music Friends Association building on the Danube River is also destined to be calm tonight. Numerous ladies dressed in gorgeous gentlemen took the long red carpet and disappeared into the magnificent marble arches.

There are so many media outlets for the concerts this evening, and the dazzling flashes illuminate the red carpet road like white. When the show started, they packed up their SLRs and tripods and then ran into the concert hall.

You ask why there are so many media reporters tonight?

Of course, it is to find the news!

As we all know, now look at the entire classical music industry, where is the most news?

Of course, it is Bai Ai and Wei Ai! The former ended their tour in the last few weeks. At present, they can't find any reasonable reason to interview, and the latter's words... This is not a concert!

So when you prepare your own violin and look forward to the field through the thick curtains in the background, don't say that it is the dark man under the stage, that is, the reporter standing on the second floor, posing the SLR and the camera. Let them be amazed.

"There are a lot of reporters coming today! Xiaoqi... You have to pay attention." A member of the trombone group came over and said, "I heard Mr. Tuckman say that the media that submitted the interview this year is more than last year. More than double! God, how many people are there?"

戚暮: "..."

It seems that he has to consider how to get out of the concert...

Although my thoughts flashed through my mind, at this moment, what I am most worried about is the embarrassing problem. The man said that he would come to the concert a long time ago, but look at the posture of the reporters who stopped at the gate. If the cockroach really appeared, he would probably even wear a mask. Get it out!

After thinking about it, I couldn't help but pull out the mobile phone and sent a text message: [Do you want to come tonight, there are too many reporters present today, you may be interviewed by them. 】

But for a moment, the phone replied: [Reassured, I will be there. 】

Look at such a short seven words and squat for a while. Then he asked me again what to do when he was going to do it. The latter always refused to answer mysteriously, until he had to go on stage and turn off his mobile phone, and he was helplessly temporarily suspended.

Anyway, he knows where his seat is, and when he sees him, isn't it?

However, what I never imagined was that when the concert was about to begin, and he and Mr. Dorensa led the orchestra members to take a group, the seat on the left side of the third row of the audience was still empty. With it!

There are more than 1,700 seats and more than 300 seats in the audience. They are very nervous. Basically, except for some fixed tickets per year, most tickets will be sold out within one week of the invoicing, and like the ones appear. In the case of this "explosive big news" this year, the tickets were sold out the next day.

Therefore, such an empty seat is particularly eye-catching. And it's still so close, it is attracting everyone's attention.

Even Mr. Dorensa looked at the seat with amazement. After the end of the battle, he whispered in the ear of his voice: "Small seven, I remember... Is this seat for Auston?"

Hearing the words, he looked at the seat for a long while, then sighed and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Dorensa, this seat is really reserved for you. But I think... he is today Probably can't be there."

After listening to this, Master Dorenza nodded in the spot, and he returned to his chief seat to sit down and wait for the start of the performance. But even before the last concert of the last concert, he was still looking forward to the empty space, but what disappointed him was -

There is still no figure in the seat.

After a slight sigh, he lifted his right hand and placed the bow slowly over the strings. In the embrace of the youth, the little princess "Itis" lay freely and beautifully lying, shining brightly in the light of the hustle and bustle, glamorous.

The sound of "Itis" is basically high and high, and this Sibelius's "Sorrowful Waltz" is a slow and deep song. Mr. Dorensa stared solemnly at the percussionist who stood at the end of the orchestra. This time he did not use the baton, but his hands gently waved his hands.

With the action of Mr. Dorenza, the time is faint, and the sound of the trembling drums is quiet and dull.

What followed was the whisper of the cello, as if it was sobbing gently. In the same way, the stringed instrument group also began a slow and long low-pitched, even the always clear and beautiful violin was crying softly, as if mourning what irreparable ending.

As one of Sibelius's masterpieces, this "Sorrowful Waltz" depicts the grief and helplessness of Death when he is about to take away his loved ones. The sorrow of the cello is a sigh of the end of life and the death of the cello, and the ringing of the timpani is more like a heartbeat of the audience.

The low-sorrowful tune is lingering throughout the golden hall, the temperament is very soft, and does not directly express the sorrowful emotions, but in the invisible, always shows a kind of pain, Sadness that can't be expressed.

When the whole song was over halfway, I saw that Mr. Dorensa suddenly straightened his waist and his hands jerked upwards. In a flash, a feminine violin ensemble sounded fierce! The first violin group and the second violin group sang together in unison, and the joyous melody that was completely different from the previous one suddenly sounded.

As if recalling the happy time of the past, this wonderful temperament did not make the audience under the stage feel happy, but like a heavy stone, quietly pressed on everyone's heart.

How wonderful it was at the beginning, when it was time to separate life and death, how much suffering!

A "Sorrowful Waltz" was finally drowned in the silent low weeping. When the end of the last cello ended, there was a loud roar of applause from the field. The audience could not help but shouted: "bravo!"

Under such a drive, the applause was even more intense, and it echoed in the golden hall for a long time.

On the stage, the embarrassment is to look up and smile with Mr. Dorensa, and then, but for a moment, another Mozart's "G Violin Third Violin Concerto" slams!

This is a symphony that is completely different from "Sorrowful Waltz". The cheerful and fierce opening directly makes the atmosphere of the rich sadness scattered, and the pleasant and relaxing notes run happily from the sound hole of the violin. The beautiful dance hall is full of beautiful dance steps.

On the stage, the horn blew gently, and the violin seemed to dialogue, forming a beautiful and smooth rhythm.

Under the stage, all the audience were fascinated, even the reporters on the second floor gradually forgot the purpose of their trip at the beginning - interviewing the big news, and began to seriously I heard this concert.

The strength of Wei Ai is definitely the best in the world. If even the concerts of Wei Ai can't attract these journalists in classical music, what else can there be in the world to impress people who love classical music?

But in the crowd of cameras and SLRs, one person seems so out of place. It was a tall, tall man who wore a black cap and a large mask to cover his face.

Beside him, he was a middle-aged man with a sweaty face and a white face. He tried to take his SLR from the hands of young men several times, but he was rejected by the other side. After waiting for the end of the "Sorrowful Waltz", he couldn't help but whisper: "Mr. Bertley, I will come to take the SLR, you don't need to..."

"Hey."

The slender fingers gently touched the thin lips. Under the shadow of the cap, the dark and dark scorpion looked like a star, quietly looking at the uncomfortable reporter, saying: "Kewell You don't have to mind, I just hold it."

Kewell: "But the editor-in-chief is letting me bring you in and take care of you. The SLR is very heavy. I will hold it..."

"No, I will hold it."

Kewell: "..."

But you are so stressful to me! ! !

Cowell wiped the sweat on his forehead and began to regret that he was so unlucky and took such a task.

Kewell is a reporter for "The Voice of Classics". He was surprised when he was assigned to the task of the concert.

You know, this is a big fat difference! Now the industry is not proud of the "first grab the news of Auston Bertel and Hey!" If he can really grab such a big news, then his year-end award is very objective!

However, just as Cowell began to fantasize about what kind of car he could change this year, the editor-in-chief suddenly called him to the office, and... introduced him to someone!

Looking at the familiar man, Kewell cried in his heart: Editor-in-Chief! You said that you and Mr. Pat Leam know that they are still struggling to grab the news! It's not good to interview directly in front of you! ! !

"Oh, Kewell, Auston will attend the concert of Wei'ai this evening, but you know, our peers are too much, they must have blocked the gates and concert halls."

Kewell: "...Yes."

Did you still say yesterday that we have to block the door?

"So I am bothering you tonight, with Auston going in. Don't let our desperate peers discover his traces. I think you can do this great task?"

Kewell: "...good."

You said that you really have no problem, the editor...

But how to think more, now it is time to catch the ducks on the shelves - have to bite the scalp. As the duck that was caught up in the shelf, Cowell was about to exhaust all the brain cells before he helped the man to make a big disguise!

However, in fact... this camouflage is not so successful. After all, where someone is standing, it is a calm and calm, and even if you want to ignore it! Fortunately, Cowell was surprised to find that his peers were the ones who never expected to find the most, but they were around!

Therefore, after several consecutive explorations, Cowell was finally fortunate to bring 闵琛 to the second floor of the concert hall... the amount of the reporters' base camp.

Cowell wiped a bitter tear: It's too easy to have it!

And beside him, the handsome and noble man raised his hat slightly and looked at the young man sitting on the stage. His eyes twitched slightly, looking at every movement of the youth carefully -

Watching his skills skillfully press the strings, watching his right hand smashing and jumping out of the bow.

In the ear, it is a fierce and joyful sound of the piano, and in front of the eyes, the youth is immersed in the music, smiling and calm. Everything is as beautiful as oil painting, or a painting with its own scorpio.

In this regard, 闵琛 some unpleasantly tightened the thin lips, frowning: ah, too far away, can not see the eyes of his youth.

... Cowell is crying on the side! ! !

Can bring you old here, Kewell

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