King of Classical Music

On this spring night full of warmth and breezy night, the warm night wind in the dark night of early spring in Vienna lifted the skirts of the guests, making such a romantic night even more soft.

As the most important national treasure symphony orchestra in Austria, the last stop of each tour of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra must be in the golden hall of the Vienna Music Friends Association building.

This large symphony hall, which has stood in Austria for hundreds of years, has witnessed the rise and fall of countless symphony orchestras, as well as thousands of geniuses in the history of human classical music. It has gone through vicissitudes, but never grows old.

Orthodox and brightly dressed gentlemen and ladies stepped on the red carpet under this ancient building in their most beautiful posture.Tonight is one of Wei Ai's most grand performances of the year, and the word "serious" is no longer enough to describe the state of mind of music fans.

In the middle of the last century, the major opera houses and concert halls in the world used to have such a rule: "All audiences must wear formal clothes to attend." This seemingly unreasonable rule can still be seen in some comedy movies today. Shadow, but in fact, even now, most music fans have acquiesced to this rule that has long been abolished.

Whether it is symphony music or opera, they are solemn and elegant works of art. Every audience must listen and appreciate them with the most pious attitude, so as to live up to the composer, conductor, and symphony orchestra...all of them have paid silently behind the scenes hard work!

I don’t know if it’s because of the warmer weather. There are especially many music fans who came to the Golden Hall tonight. Even Mr. Tuckerman, the manager of the Wei Ai Orchestra, was so emotional this morning: “All the tickets were sold out last week. SOLD OUT! God, who said the last 20 years were the lowest point for classical music? Our fans are still very enthusiastic!!!”

If Mr. Tuckerman were allowed to sit in the auditorium and listen for a while, he would probably understand why this year's concert had caused such a terrible sensation.

What is the most irresistible marketing in the world?

It's word of mouth marketing.

When a person says that this thing is very good, a more determined person may still be able to sneer and wonder, "Is it a bragging?".But when two people said that this thing is very good, people with average willpower have already started to be moved.What if there are three people, four people, five people... hundreds of people? !

Then this must be a very, very good thing!

When countless music media praised Wei Ai's tour this year to the sky, even if they are not fans of Wei Ai's music, they will come all the way from their own country curiously, wanting to listen to this song What a wonderful band.

When Qi Mu sat on the stool in the backstage and carefully wiped his rosin, Mr. Tuckerman excitedly walked to the center of the orchestra members and shouted excitedly: "Oh friends! You know what's coming today person?!"

"I just saw Mr. Evra, the chief conductor of diplomatic relations in the audience!"

"Hey, I also saw Master Evra, and the black fat guy Jasko from Weijiao is also here!"

"I also saw Mr. Richard, the cellist, sitting in the second row!"

"And Master Lance! Master Lance is here too! Oh yes, I remember that he seems to know Xiao Qi, is he here for Xiao Qi?"

Seeing that the topic turned to himself, Qi Mu reluctantly put down the rosin in his hand, and nodded with a smile: "I went to Master Lance's home yesterday and gave him the invitation letter, and Master Lance said that he has been quite leisurely recently. , just want to come to our concert.”

"Oh Xiao Qi! You are so lucky to be able to enter the home of my idol, Master Lance!"

"Hey Chuck, don't you admire Mr. Burtram the most? Why did you become Master Lance again?"

"Ai Li, you don't understand, one is an idol in life, and the other is a male god, these are different existences!"

"I just think you are scarier than my daughter..."

……

Half an hour before the concert was about to start, the members of the orchestra could laugh and talk a little bit.When the opening time was getting closer and closer, everyone stopped chatting, and instead concentrated on lowering their heads and starting to prepare their instruments, brewing emotions and practicing hand feeling.

Qi Mu took the rosin seriously, and wiped the snow-white bow to make it even whiter. After preparing for this step, he carefully opened the crimson piano case, and put the slender little princess Take it out.

During these two days of rehearsal, Qi Mu only used this "Edith" in yesterday's rehearsal, other than that, he mostly used his original imitation Si-style violin.

After all, after hundreds of years, "Edith" needs to be cared for carefully, and cannot be used for regular practice.Just like the "cannon" collected and managed by the Italian government, it must be carefully guarded and taken care of, and cannot be used for performances frequently.

But the washing of the years and the closure of the chains cannot make such a top violin silent forever. More than 40 years ago, Master Akkad became the No.1 violinist who was approved to "play with a cannon". Now, as his only student, Qi Mu is also holding this "Edith" and preparing to board the Go up to the stage in the Golden Hall.

After Qi Mu carefully adjusted the tone and tried the feel, a warning sound sounded in the concert hall——

This means silence and the concert is about to begin.

Hearing the low and solemn warning voice, Qi Mu was taken aback for a moment, and only then realized that he was really going to be on that stage again.

It's not that Qi Mu never stepped on that stage in his previous life.As the deputy chief of Weijiao, even he himself can't count how many times he has been there, but this time, although he seems to have the same identity, Qi Mu knows... There are some things that are really different.

"Xiaoqi, are you nervous?"

A gentle female voice sounded from behind. Qi Mu turned around and saw that Julie had come out of the pianist's lounge, standing beside him, looking at him softly.After all, it was a formal grand concert. Julie, who has always been bright and capable, also wore a long light blue dress today, looking very solemn.

Qi Mu smiled slightly without hiding it: "To be honest, I'm still a little nervous, Julie."

Julie patted Qi Mu's shoulder understandingly, and asked, "Are you worried about that? Don't worry, although I can't help you with the second song, I'm here for the first one, and you've practiced it so many times , will definitely perform well.”

Hearing this, Qi Mu smiled and nodded, sending a confident smile.

When the members of the orchestra began to enter the arena one by one, Qi Mu watched the members slowly disappear into the background, he walked step by step into the heavy curtain, and suddenly felt a little unreal——

Behind this curtain is the golden hall, the place he was only one step away from in his previous life!

"Hey Xiaoqi, don't hesitate any longer!"

With a smiling female voice, Qi Mu was immediately pushed onto the stage under Julie's prank.The booming music in the auditorium almost shattered his eardrums, Qi Mu raised his head and looked around the resplendent hall in a daze——

Painted murals outline complicated patterns on the bright golden walls, a few tall and upright arched columns, flowers everywhere, and the statues of music goddesses flying around the walls, proving everywhere that this place is really Golden Hall.

This concert hall is not big, but it is the dream place of countless musicians.

Qi Mu's gaze gradually gained focus. He seemed to be looking at it for a long time, but in fact it was only for a moment. Then he took another step calmly, followed behind the last member of the violin group, walked to his seat and sat down.

Coming here is just the beginning, it will never be the end!

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Berlin, night.

A tall and handsome man was standing in front of the huge French windows, staring into the distance with deep eyes.What is reflected on the glass window is the Spree River, which is dyed black by the night, as if it will never tirelessly flow forward.

"Min, tonight is Wei Ai's last tour. Are you really not going?" The blond orchestra manager opened the door and entered the room. Hold the orchestra member meeting for the second half of this year, but if you come back overnight, it will still be in time."

A week ago, Bo Ai ended his current round of tour in the Berlin Philharmonic Hall.Their tour this time is still very good, attracting countless music fans to participate, as well as constant praise from music critics and music media.

Bo Ai has really stepped up to the next level-many music critics have stated this.

But such praise does not hinder the performance in the first quarter of 2017. Almost all symphony orchestras have been dominated by Wei Ai, even Bai Ai is no exception.

Wei Ai's praises are too numerous to count. Even Bo Ai, who has always been evenly matched or even better, has been a little dark in this year's tour, and some cannot compete with it.

In fact, it’s not that Bo Ai’s performance is really worse than that of Wei Ai, it’s just that after the incidents of “chief shady” and “the level of the orchestra has stagnated for several years”, such a brand new Wei Ai will shock people even more .

According to Daniel's words: "Our performance is obviously better than theirs!"

Yes, your performances are not necessarily inferior to theirs, but your progress is far behind them.

Weiai is like a ball of wool that finds the right end of the thread. When they have the right direction, they quickly rushed out of the "mistakes" they had made for many years and moved towards a higher place.Compared with this, Bo Ai's progress is a bit slow, and there are no more outstanding features.

It is precisely because of this that tomorrow's orchestra member meeting is so important.

Junting's brows were slightly frowned, Min Chen sighed, and said: "No need, if you want to come back tomorrow morning, the time is too tight."

Daniel spread his hands helplessly: "Well, it's a pity that I couldn't hear the little angel's first performance in the Golden Hall... Oh no, this should be the second time, right? I remember when little angel was 13 years old It seems to have worked together in the Golden Hall? Damn, is it 14 or 13 years old..."

Facing Daniel's question, Min Chen did not answer.

Is this the second time for Qi Mu to board the Golden Hall?

No, he knew, this should be the real "first time".