On this night full of spring and breezy, the early spring night in Vienna sent a warm night breeze, and the skirts of the guests were lifted, making such a romantic night even more feminine.
As Austria's most important national treasure symphony orchestra, the last stop of each tour of the Vienna Philharmonic Orchestra is bound to be set in the golden|hall of the Vienna Friends of Music Association building.
This large-scale symphony hall, which has been standing in Austria for hundreds of years, has witnessed the rise and decline of countless symphony orchestras, as well as hundreds of geniuses in the history of human classical music. It has gone through vicissitudes of life, but it has never grown old.
One by one, the orthodox, glamorous 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 mood of music fans.
In the middle of the last century, every major opera house and concert hall in the world once had such a rule: "All audiences must wear formal attire to attend." This seemingly unreasonable rule can still be seen in some comedy movies. Shadow, but in fact, even now, most music fans have acquiesced to this long abolished rule.
Whether it is symphonic music or opera, it is a solemn and elegant work of art. Every audience must listen and appreciate with the most pious attitude, so as to live up to the composer, conductor, symphony orchestra... everyone silently contributes behind the scenes Hard work!
I don't know if it's because of the warmer weather. There are especially many fans who came to the Golden | Hall tonight. Even Mr. Tuckerman, the agent of the Victoria Philharmonic Orchestra, said with emotion this morning: "All the tickets were sold last week. All sold out! God, who said that the past two decades have been the trough of classical music? Our music fans are still very enthusiastic!!!"
If Mr. Tuckerman was allowed to sit in the audience and listen for a while, he would probably understand why this year's concert would have caused such a terrible sensation.
What is the most irresistible marketing in the world?
It is word-of-mouth marketing.
When a person says that this thing is good, a more determined person may be able to sneer and wonder "Is it blown?" But when two people said that this thing is good, the person with average willpower has already begun to move. What if 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 it is not a fan of Wei Ai, they can't help but curiously rush from their own country all the way, want to listen to this How wonderful is the orchestra?
When Qi Mu was sitting on the stool in the backstage and carefully wiping his rosin, I saw Mr. Tuckerman walking to the center of the band members excitedly, and said excitedly: "Oh friends! You know what's here today person?!"
"I just saw Mr. Evra, the chief conductor of the Victoria Interchange, in the audience!"
"Hey, I have seen Master Evra, and Jasko, the fat black man in Victoria, is here too!"
"I also saw the cellist, Mr. Richard, who was sitting in the second row!"
"And Master Lance! Master Lance is here too! Oh yes, I remember he seems to know Xiao Qi, is he here for Xiao Qi?"
Seeing that the topic turned to his own body, Qi Mu helplessly put down the rosin in his hand, smiled and nodded: "Yesterday I went to Master Lance's home and sent him an invitation letter. Master Lance said that he has been quite leisurely recently. I just want to come and listen to our concert."
"Oh, Xiaoqi! You are so happy to be able to enter my idol Master Lance's house!"
"Hey Chuck, don't you admire Mr. Bertram the most? How come you become Master Lance again?"
"Ellie, you don't understand, one is a life idol, the other is a male god, this is a different existence!"
"I just think you are even scarier than my daughter..."
...
Half an hour before the concert, the members of the orchestra could laugh and talk a little bit. When the time was getting closer and closer to the opening, everyone stopped talking, but intently bowed their heads and started preparing their own instruments, brewing emotions, and practicing hand feeling.
Qi Mu earnestly took the rosin and wiped the snow-white piano bow to make it whiter. After preparing for this step, he carefully opened the crimson piano case and removed the slender and long little princess. Take it out.
In the two days of rehearsal, Qi Mu only used this "Edith" in yesterday's rehearsal. Apart from that, most of what he used was his original imitation Si style.
After all, it has gone through hundreds of years, "Edith" needs to be cared for carefully, and cannot be used for practice often. This is like the "cannon" that is collected and managed by the Italian government. It must be carefully guarded and taken care of, and cannot be used frequently for performances.
However, the washing of the years and the closure of the locks cannot make such a top violin silent forever. More than forty years ago, Master Akad became the first violinist approved to "can be used for playing", and now as his only student, Qi Mu also holds this "Edith". Ready to board the stage of the Golden | Hall.
After Qi Mu carefully adjusted the tone and tried the feel, a warning sounded in the concert hall——
This means that the audience is silent and the concert is about to begin.
Hearing the low and solemn warning sound, Qi Mu was stunned and realized that he was really going to be on that stage again.
In her last life, Qi Mu hadn't been on that stage. As the deputy chief of the Victoria Interchange, even he himself couldn't count how many times he had been there, but this time, although he seemed to have the same identity, Qi Mu knew...some things were really different.
"Little Qi, are you nervous?"
A gentle and beautiful female voice sounded from behind. Qi Mu turned around and saw that Julie had walked out of the pianist's lounge, standing next to him, looking at him softly. After all, it was a formal and grand concert. Julie, who has always been hearty and capable, also wore a long light blue dress today, which looked very solemn.
Qi Mu smiled slightly without concealing it: "To be honest, I am still a little nervous, Julie."
Julie patted Qi Mu on the 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 in the first song. You have practiced so many times. , You can definitely perform successfully."
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 stepped into the heavy curtain step by step, and suddenly he still felt a little unreal—
Behind this curtain is the Golden|Hall, where he could walk only the last step in his previous life!
"Hey Xiaoqi, don't hesitate anymore!"
With a smiling female voice, Qi Mu was immediately pushed onto that stage under Julie's prank. The rumbling music in the auditorium almost burst his eardrums, Qi Mu dumbly raised his head and looked around the magnificent hall——
The painted murals outline intricate patterns on the brilliant golden walls. Several towering arches, flowers everywhere, and the statue of the goddess of music standing around the wall, everywhere prove that this is really Golden|hall.
This concert hall is not big, but it is a dream place for countless musicians.
Qi Mu's eyes gradually changed into focus. He seemed to have been watching for a long time. In fact, it was only a moment. He calmly and calmly took steps, followed behind the last member of the violin team, and 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 faint eyes. Reflected on the glass windows is the Spree River, which was stained black by the night, as if it would flow tirelessly forward.
"Min, tonight is Wei Ai's last tour, are you really not going?" The blond-haired band manager opened the door and entered the room, rubbing his hair while walking over, and said, "Although I want to The orchestra members' meeting will be held in the second half of this year, but if you come back overnight, there is still time."
A week ago, Bai Ai ended her tour in the Berlin Philharmonic Hall. Their tour is still very good, attracting countless music fans to participate, music critics and music media are also constantly praised.
Bai Ai is really taking it to the next level—many music critics have stated this.
But this kind of praise did not hinder the performance in the first quarter of 2017. Almost all symphony orchestras were taken over by Wei Ai, even Bai Ai was no exception.
Wei Ai's praises are countless. Even Bai Ai, who has always been evenly matched or even better, has been slightly darkened during this year's tour, and some cannot compete with it.
In fact, it's not that Bai Ai's performance is really worse than Wei Ai's performance. It's just that such a brand-new Wei Ai will be even more shocking after the "chief shady" and "orchestra level stagnating for years" .
According to Daniel's words: "Our performance is obviously better than them!"
Yes, your performance is not necessarily inferior to them, but your progress is far inferior to them.
Wei Ai is like a ball of yarn looking for the right thread. When they have a right direction, they quickly rushed out of the "misunderstanding" for many years and moved to a higher place. Compared with this, Bai Ai's progress is slightly slower, and there is no greater outstanding feature.
It is precisely because of this that tomorrow's orchestra general meeting is so important.
Jun Ting frowned slightly, Min Chen sighed and said, "No, if you want to come back tomorrow morning, time is too tight."
Daniel spread his hands helplessly: "Well, it's a pity that I can't listen to the little angel's first performance in the Golden Hall... Oh no, this should be the second time? I remember the little angel is 13 years old. At that time, it seemed to have worked together in the Golden|Lobby? Damn, is it 14 or 13 years old..."
Faced with Daniel's question, Min Chen did not answer.
Qi Mu