You made me a superstar

Chapter 369 Listen to my thoughts?

Music itself is art.

Art requires talent, comprehension, and moreover, the aura of the so-called gift from heaven.

In the past, Zhou Yang had always been a die-hard person.

It's the same as doing anything, if you don't understand it, you will delve into it to death, even if there is a wall in front of you, he will smash it to pieces or bleed with his head.

later……

He understands that it is completely useless to smash many things, not only can't break through the south wall, but it will make him fall into a bewilderment and go mad.

Inside the Huaxia National Theatre.

Contemporary music masters split over and over again the collaborative scores of various instruments in "My Motherland".

Harp, sheng, flute, erhu...

Zhou Yang seemed to be surrounded by dazzling musical instruments, and his eyes were fascinated.

Naturally, musical instruments have the same goal through different routes, and many scores are common, but when you really play together and resonate emotionally, you will realize that every melody and every note is not simple.

"It's been two days..."

"He didn't seem to say anything. He stayed here for a whole day, and he didn't take the initiative to communicate with us. Asking him questions is just like a novice who doesn't understand anything..."

"His foundation is not good, and he seems to have little knowledge of some musical instruments. I have observed him for a long time, but I can't find what is so special about him. It seems that he is worse than the music students I taught before."

"Although there is a saying in Huaxia that people should not be judged by their appearance, and sea water should not be measured, but..."

"In my opinion, he really doesn't look like someone who can compose famous songs!"

The arrival of the saxophone master Kenneth really shocked Tong Yuan, the suona master, and even felt that Zhou Yang was wearing an inexplicable aura for a while.

But after spending two days with Zhou Yang, that halo instantly shattered.

In the music industry, she couldn't even see that Zhou Yang had any, not even the slightest, unique talent.

Words and deeds, understanding of music, cognition of musical instruments, even the splitting of song scores and understanding of timbre, all she feels from Zhou Yang is mediocrity and ordinary.

Like a layman who has just learned music for a year.

But how can this layman be able to compose an astonishing piece of music?

"Maybe, he is really an ordinary person..."

Erhu master Zhang Zunlian heard Tong Yuan's doubtful voice, subconsciously looked at the corner of the stage, said the young man who was watching the masters rehearsing the repertoire while sitting silently in a daze.

He has always believed that the creation of music requires talent, but also experience. A young man in his early 20s cannot write a song like "My Motherland" anyway, at least in his cognition, it is impossible.

"Then why..."

"I don't know, let's take a look."

Zhang Zunlian shook his head, then picked up the erhu, smiled and walked towards Zhou Yang.

When Zhou Yang saw him coming, he immediately stood up and called out, "Teacher Zhang."

Words are very respectful.

Although Zhang Zunlian has a skeptical attitude towards Zhou Yang's talent and incredible creative ability, he has to admit that he has a good impression of Zhou Yang.

This young man is very emotional and very respectful to everyone, especially after standing in front of you and looking at you with sincere eyes, you unconsciously want to chat with him.

"My Motherland" runs through the entire [Zhang Xia Artistic Achievement Concert] at the beginning with the melody of musical instruments and chorus, and at the end, Zhang Xia came out with her apprentices and sang this song together, so the whole concert The most important link is the beginning and the end.

If you compare the weight of these two links, the beginning is slightly heavier than the end.

After all, the idiom "be the first to win" is also very applicable in the music circle.

Zhang Zunlian showed Zhou Yang the "Erhu Score" he compiled, and told Zhou Yang about his idea of ​​erhu ensemble.

Zhou Yang was still the same as before. After reading the score, he fell into silence, as if he was desperately digesting something. After Zhang Zunlian finished speaking, Zhou Yang was still thinking deeply.

Zhang Zunlian didn't care either, he was used to Zhou Yang's reaction, he just patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, said: "Don't be too tired" and returned to his seat, and began to think about the rehearsal scene.

Although Tong Yuan, the master of suona, felt that it would be useless for her to find Zhou Yang, she finally came over and brought the score to Zhou Yang to read.

The suona in "My Motherland" is very important, especially when the melody sounds, it will fully render the emotions deep in people's hearts and drive the atmosphere of the overall concert.

Zhou Yang is the "creator" of "My Motherland", Tong Yuan naturally wants to tell Zhou Yang his understanding of Suona score and ask Zhou Yang for his opinion.

Disappointed with the results...

Zhou Yang had no objections.

He just scratched his head and stared blankly at the score.

After seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, Tong Yuan felt a stronger sense of doubt in her heart. She even once doubted whether Zhou Yang was the "creator".

sunset.

Another day flew by.

The time until the start of the concert is getting longer and longer.

Zhou Yang seemed to be a marginal figure. At first, these masters could talk to Zhou Yang a few times, but after two days, the number of times they talked to Zhou Yang began to decrease.

Even at the end of the day, some people couldn't remember whether Zhou Yang had been there or what he had done.

Kenneth is different from these people...

He only saw Zhou Yang once, and after chatting about "Going Home", he never came to the Huaxia National Theater again, and he didn't even use the Interstellar Hotel arranged for him by the leader of the Huaxia Music Association.

Today I was in Yanjing, tomorrow I went to Shonan, and the day after tomorrow I went to an unknown small county in Zhejiang Province to eat barbecue, and in the afternoon I went to the Bund of Shanghai to take pictures...

It seems that coming to China is not to pursue art, but to eat, drink and have fun at one's own expense.

It wasn't until July 25, when the first rehearsal of the entire concert began, that he brought his assistant and John Williams to the training room of "My Motherland" wearing a straw hat and floral pants, and changed into a chorus The clothes, but also asked the team not to line him up in the prominent part in the center, but must line up in the corner. After yelling a few times, he felt very immersed.

In his view, a concert where everyone is waiting is just a game.

"Many people understand music as an art, and feel that it is a solemn, rigorous, and even a high-end listening experience..."

"But so-called art, so-called music, are defined by people..."

"You can play music seriously, you can play music, you can play with a sullen face, you can also play with a playful face..."

"It doesn't matter, things that are too rigid can only lose their aura."

suddenly.

After Zhou Yang heard him say such a sentence to John Williams, Zhou Yang's heart was slightly shocked, and he felt that his head seemed to be enlightened.

That feeling is very strange, as if he felt a light, tumbling in his mind, and then turning it over and over again, which made his tense nerves gradually relax.

Although Kenneth said so, when the rehearsal was about to start, he suddenly and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​mixing in the crowd and singing.

He is an American, singing "My Motherland" with a group of Chinese people, there will always be a sense of disobedience, and the era expressed in this song is those years of resisting the United States, aiding Korea...

He added inexplicable joy, which might affect the atmosphere of the whole song...

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Afternoon of July 25th.

The first rehearsal of "My Motherland" is finally about to begin.

Famous musicians sat on the stage and began to adjust their instruments.

The national choir and some stars held the sheet music and read it over and over again, imitating the singing.

The conductor at the beginning of the music "My Motherland" is Qiao Yu, who is 80 years old this year and is the earliest and most outstanding generation of musicians in China.

Although he was very old, his steps were exceptionally steady. With gray hair on his back, he walked to the podium step by step, and then tapped the baton.

In the solemn and solemn scene, some people felt nervous. As the lights dimmed, those famous musicians inevitably felt a little turbulent.

Seems like a great event.

After the baton fell, Tong Yuan picked up the suona and began to blow it ecstatically...

The beautiful and exciting melody echoed throughout the concert hall, accompanied by the chorus, pushing the melody of the whole song to a very strange height.

However, after the first performance, Tong Yuan inexplicably felt empty in his heart.

Not only Tong Yuan felt empty, but Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, also felt this way. Obviously everything was fine, and the atmosphere and accompaniment were all good, but they felt that there was something missing, or that there was something that hadn't been rendered in place.

During the second performance, there was still such a problem. The seemingly perfect chorus could also lift the audience’s emotions, but seeing the rehearsal appearance in front of the camera and the sound of the instruments, they realized that the atmosphere of the whole music was not enough. Not rendered properly.

I've been rehearsing all afternoon.

The coordination between the instruments also gradually became not quite right. They wanted to find the reason, but after searching for a long time, they still couldn't find it.

evening……

After the last concert...

"The score is wrong, we need to revise it again, everyone's scores have to be taken out..." Conductor Qiao Yu knocked on the board, keenly aware of the reason.

It was raining heavily outside.

Under the leadership of Qiao Yu, discussions on the score of "My Motherland" started again.

In fact, these are very normal. Before every perfect concert, there are rehearsals and various aspects of running-in. Even these famous musicians are not exempt.

This discussion continued until ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone became very tired.

Just when everyone was planning to sort out the score tomorrow...

Zhou Yang, who had been staying in the corner and never spoke, stood up.

"Teachers, how about..."

"Listen to my thoughts?"

"..."

The exhausted musicians turned their heads to look at Zhou Yang, only to see the young man suddenly come out of the darkness.

(End of this chapter)