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Chapter 18 Recording
Seeing He Shen nodding his head, Wang Pei immediately raised his hand and gave He Shen a reminder, then reached out to turn on the recording, counted down to three with his fingers, and then fell down suddenly.

He Shen didn't hesitate at all. All his previous experience, plus his newly acquired understanding of this Chopin's first ballad, came to his mind instantly. With the help of the gravity of the arm itself, his fingers moved slowly from the air. Fall, and land on the piano.

when……

Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 23 in G minor, op1, No[-], the extremely orthodox sound came from the piano, and then was perfectly absorbed by the microphone placed above the resonance chamber, and then transmitted to the outside recording room.

Wang Pei's original casual expression froze instantly. He glanced at the recording equipment in front of him with a little doubt, and then at his earphones, his eyes full of suspicion.

What, what is this?What are you listening to?
Although he knew that He Shen played the piano very well, and he had always been number one in the piano major when he was in school, he never expected that he could play so well!
Just this beginning shocked Wang Pei.

He suddenly remembered what He Shen said earlier.

"Because I feel that I have touched the peak of a work, so I want to try and see if I can record it."

The pinnacle of work...

Wang Pei pursed his lips, took off his headphones, turned up the volume around him, closed his eyes, and stared at He Shen's performance very seriously.

The voice is as sad as water, as tragic as a mountain, every sentence seems to be expressing that sadness.

But this kind of sadness does not make people sink completely, but with a belief, an extremely firm belief under the support of this sadness, so that it will not lose its bedrock and fall from now on.

With the end of the last few cadences, this Chopin Piano Ballade No. [-] in G minor also came to an end.

Wang Peigang wanted to applaud He Shen and praise his performance, but he didn't expect that He Shen didn't intend to stop at all. He took a breath slowly, then raised his arms again and continued to fall.

when……

Chopin's Piano Ballade No. 38 in F major, Op[-], floats slowly in the air like an idyll.

This wave of emotion is more gentle than before, and it is even more difficult for people to escape from it.

Wang Pei, who had stood up originally, sat down again at this moment. He looked at He Shen in the recording studio, his eyes full of disbelief.

He didn't record a piece of work. According to his current thinking, he seems to... want to record all four of Chopin's ballads for piano!
That's why, the first thing he said when he came to him was to ask if there was a channel for him to make a record!
If he ever managed to make a record, these four Chopin piano ballads...

Wang Pei is not sure that these recordings will definitely become classics handed down from generation to generation, but this recording can definitely compete for the best interpretation of Chopin's piano ballads!
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start to regret why he didn't add a phonograph recording equipment when building this recording studio, but instead built a DVD to save trouble.

If I had built a phonograph at that time, maybe this CD record could be sold at a higher price, and I could even sell the matching phonograph?
Hmm, wait... It seems that not only that, there should be some other ways to make money besides the gramophone?

Wang Pei suddenly fell silent. He was thinking frantically in his mind how much he would need to increase the cost if he added another CD recorder, and how long it would take to recover the cost.

He Shen didn't know what Wang Pei was thinking outside, he completely immersed himself in the story described by Chopin.

Music has a language. This language is not described to many people like those marketing accounts. Music is narrated to you through the performers.

The language of music exists in the composer's writing, and the performer can only reprocess it.

Every sound, the reason why the composer wrote it like this, is completely understood by him, so every sound represents something.

Whether it is the banter of a sudden change of tone, or the indifference of the straightforward narrative, all of these are in the piano score.

After He Shen experienced the memory of Chopin, his grasp of these musics has reached a very deep level. Even those performers who are famous for Chopin may not be much better than him now.

Therefore, the more He Shen plays, the more immersed he becomes.

Chopin Piano Ballade No. 47 in A flat major, Op. [-]
Chopin Piano Ballade No. 52 in F minor, Op. [-].
Every song is extremely close to perfection.

With the final sound of the piano ending, He Shen slowly took his hand off the piano, then looked at Wang Pei at the console, and extended his hand to say hello.

When Wang Pei heard the sound of the piano disappear, he immediately woke up from his thoughts, hurried to the console, stopped the recording, and gestured to He Shenbi as a completion gesture.

After He Shen came out, Wang Pei also plugged in the earphones, adjusted the recorded master tape to the beginning position, and said to He Shen.

"No, the recording is finished, listen to it."

"Ah."

He Shen leaned against the sound-absorbing cotton wall in the control room of the recording studio, took the headphones in Wang Pei's hand, closed his eyes and began to listen to the sound he was playing.

But not long after listening, He Shen suddenly opened his eyes, got up and walked to the door of the recording studio, pulled the doorknob and said.

"Again, I just had five places that were not perfect, the volume control was a little bit off, and the overall attenuation curve was a little fluctuating."

After all, he opened the door of the recording studio, walked into it, and gave a hint to Wang Pei, who was guarding the control outside. Under Wang Pei's gesture, He Shen played the song that he felt was problematic just now again. .

After coming out, without any rest, continue to pick up the earphones to confirm.

"No, there is still a problem. In the eighth and second bars of the third ballad, the expression terms should be a little more exaggerated. Maybe it will be better."

"The fourth ballad, No.80 seven bars, a connection here is a bit broken, not smooth enough, and the overall image is not perfect."

"The fourth ballade, 193 bars, the harmony conflict was not made."

"..."

After He Shen once confirmed his mistake, he entered the recording studio again and continued recording.

Come out again, listen again, change again, go back again, and so on.

Wang Pei, who was originally very surprised by He Shen's rapid progress, the expression on his face changed from excitement, to calm, to boredom.

In the end, he had completely given up listening to He Shen's mistakes in his previous performances, but sat aside and honestly acted as a switch recording tool.

It's not that he doesn't want to help, but that he really doesn't understand!

Just a little bit, such a small difference, is louder than thunder in He Shen's ears, but in Wang Pei's ears, it is about the same as a mosquito 100 meters away.

do not understand at all.

Sure enough, the way I am best at is still making money in business, not music.

Let's leave things like music to He Shen and his group, who are truly talented in music.

Wang Pei thought helplessly.

(End of this chapter)