At the end of each year, Wei Ai's global tour will begin as scheduled. No matter which different countries have been to perform in the middle of the way, Wei Ai's last tour each year is destined to be held in its home base-Golden | Hall.
Today, it is the day of the last tour of the year.
A long and beautiful Danube crosses the center of Vienna and flows slowly into the distance. In the dark and charming night, countless ships on the Danube have lit their lights, and the beautiful and moving river has become a sea of lights with thousands of bright and shining light beams.
The building of the Vienna Friends of Music Association, located on the Danube River, is also destined to not be peaceful tonight. Countless beautifully dressed ladies walked onto this long red carpet under the hand of the accompanying gentleman, and then disappeared into the magnificent marble arch.
There were so many media who came to the Wei Ai concert tonight, and the dazzling flash light illuminated this red carpet road like daylight. After the performance began, they pretended to pack up their SLR and tripods, and then ran into the concert hall.
You ask why there are so many media reporters tonight?
Of course I came to find news!
As we all know, now looking at the entire classical music world, where is the most news?
Of course it is Bai Ai and Wei Ai! The former only finished their tour a few weeks ago, and they can't find any reasonable reason to interview at present, and the latter...this is a concert!
So when Qi Mu prepared his violin and looked forward through the thick curtain of the backstage, let alone the dark head under the stage, it was the reporter standing on the second floor with SLR and camera. People, let him be surprised.
"There are a lot of reporters here today! Xiao Qi...you have to pay attention." A member of the trombone team came over and said: "I heard Mr. Tuckerman say that the media who submitted applications for interviews this year Doubled! God, how many people are there."
Qi Mu: "..."
It seems that he has to think about how to get out after the concert...
Although this thought flashed through my mind, at this moment, Qi Mu was actually worried about Min Chen the most. This man said a long time ago that he would come to this concert, but look at the posture of the reporters at the gate. If Min Chen really shows up, he might be able to wear a mask. Get picked out!
After thinking about it, Qi Mu couldn't help taking out his cell phone and sending a text message: [Why don't you come tonight? There are too many reporters here, you may be interviewed by them. ]
But for a moment, the phone replied: [Don't worry, I will be there. ]
Seeing such short seven words, Qi Mu was stunned for a while. When he then asked Min Chen what he was going to do, the latter still mysteriously refused to answer until he was about to go on stage and turn off his mobile phone, and Qi Mu reluctantly gave up temporarily.
Anyway, he knows where Min Chen's seat is. Wouldn't it be nice to see him then?
However, what Qi Mu never expected was that when the concert was about to begin, and after he and Mr. Dorenza led the band members to bow together, a certain seat on the left of the third row of the audience was still empty. It is!
There are a total of more than 1,700 seats and more than 300 standing seats. Basically, except for some fixed annual free tickets, most of the tickets will be sold out within a week of just ticketing, and the image appears In this year's "explosive news" situation, the tickets were sold out the next day.
Therefore, such an empty seat is particularly eye-catching. And it is so far forward, it is simply attracting everyone's attention.
Even Mr. Dorenza glanced at the seat in surprise. After bowing, he asked Qi Mu softly, "Little Qi, I remember...Is this seat for Alston?"
Hearing this, Qi Mu raised his eyes and stared at the seat for a while, then sighed, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, Mr. Dolensa, this seat is indeed reserved for Min Chen. But I think... he is today. Probably it is impossible to be there."
After hearing this, Master Dorensa nodded in understanding, while Qi Mu returned to his chief seat and sat down, waiting for the start of the performance. But even one second before the final concert was about to start, Qi Mu looked forward to the empty seat, but what disappointed him was--
There is still no figure in the seat.
After a soft sigh, Qi Mu raised his right hand and slowly placed the bow on the strings. In the embrace of the youth, the little princess "Edith" lay freely and gracefully, shining brightly in the bright lights, and she was so beautiful.
"Edith"'s piano sound is basically high and loud, but this Sibelius' "Sad Waltz" is a kind of slow and deep tune. Mr. Dorenza stared solemnly at the percussionist standing at the back of the orchestra. This time he did not use the baton, but waved his hands gently.
With Mr. Dolensa's movements, in an instant, a series of gentle and dull timpani sounds faintly sounded.
What followed was the cello whimpering softly, as if softly sobbing. In the same way, the stringed instrument group also started a slow and long murmur, and even the always clear and beautiful violin cried softly, as if mourning an irreparable ending.
As one of Sibelius' masterpieces, this "Waltz of Sadness" depicts the grief and helplessness of death about to take away his loved ones. The sigh of the cello is a sigh at the end of life and death, and every beat of the timpani is like beating the heartstrings of the audience.
The low and sad tune lingers in the entire golden|hall, the rhythm is very low and soft, and it does not directly and deliberately express that kind of sad emotion, but invisibly shows a kind of pain to the extreme every moment, Sadness that has been unable to express.
When the whole song was halfway through, I saw Mr. Dorensa suddenly straighten his waist slightly and wave his hands upwards suddenly. In an instant, a soft and high violin ensemble sounded suddenly! The first violin group and the second violin group sang in unison, and a joyous melody that was completely different from the previous one suddenly sounded.
It seemed to be reminiscent of the happy time. This wonderful rhythm did not make the audience feel happy at all. On the contrary, it was like a heavy stone, quietly pressing on everyone's heart.
How wonderful it was at the beginning, how much suffering it will be when life and death are separated now!
A "Waltz of Sadness" was finally submerged in silent sobbing. When the end of the last cello ended, there was an immediate roar of applause from the audience, and the audience couldn't help shouting: "bravo!"
Driven by this, the applause became more intense, echoing for a long time in the golden hall.
On the stage, Qi Mu looked up and smiled at Mr. Dorensa, and then, but for a moment, another Mozart's "Violin Walk Concerto No. 3 in G Major" broke out!
This is a symphony that is completely different from "Sorrowful Waltz". The cheerful and fierce opening directly makes the strong and sad atmosphere just gone. The happy and relaxed notes happily run out of the sound hole of the violin. There are beautiful dance steps in the huge concert hall.
On the stage, the French horn sounded softly, as if talking to the violin, forming a beautiful and smooth rhythm.
And under the stage, all the audience listened fascinatedly. Even the reporters on the second floor gradually forgot the purpose of their trip at the beginning-to interview the big news, and began to earnestly Heared this concert.
The strength of Wei Ai is definitely the world's top. If even Wei Ai's concerts cannot attract these classical music reporters, then what is there in the world that can impress these people who love classical music?
But in the crowd with cameras and DSLRs on their backs, one person seemed so out of place. It was a tall and tall man. He wore a black peaked cap and a large mask to cover all his face.
Beside him, there was a middle-aged man with a pale sweat on his head and a pale face. He tried to take his SLR from the young man several times, but was turned down by the opponent. He finally waited until the end of "Waltz of Sadness" before he couldn't help but whispered: "Mr. Bertram, I'll just get the SLR, you don't need..."
"Shhh."
The slender and straight fingers touched the thin lip lightly. Under the shadow of the peaked cap, Min Chen's dark and deep eyes were like stars. He quietly looked at the uncomfortable reporter and said: "Kewell , Don't mind, I just hold it."
Kewell: "But the editor-in-chief asked me to take you in and take care of you. The SLR is very heavy, so I just hold it..."
"No, I'll just hold it."
Kewell: "..."
But you put me under a lot of pressure! ! !
Kewell wiped the sweat from his forehead, and began to regret how he was so unlucky for taking on such a task.
Kewell is a reporter for "Voice of Classical". He was surprised when he was just assigned to interview at the Wei Ai concert today.
You know, this is a big fat difference! Now who in the industry is not proud of "getting the news of Aston Bertram and Qi Mu first"! If he can really grab such big news, then his year-end award this year will be very objective.
However, just as Cowell began to imagine what kind of car he could change into this year, the editor-in-chief suddenly called him to the office and... introduced him to someone!
Seeing that familiar man, Kewell cried silently in his heart: Editor-in-chief! You said earlier that you and Mr. Bertram knew each other, and where did they bother to grab the news! Wouldn't it be great to interview directly in person? ! !
"Oh Cowell, Alston is going to the Wei Ai concert tonight, but you know, our colleagues are too much. They must have blocked the gate and the concert hall long ago."
Cowell: "...Yes."
Didn't you say yesterday that we are going to block the door too!
"So I will trouble you tonight. I took Auston in. We must not let our despicable colleagues find his trace. I think you must be qualified for this great task?"
Cowell: "...good."
You say that to yourself, is there really no problem, editor in chief...
But no matter how much you think about it, it's now time to catch the ducks on the shelves-you have to bite the bullet. As the duck who was caught up on the shelf, Cowell had to exhaust all his brain cells to help this man put on a big disguise!
However, in fact... this disguise is not so successful. After all, where someone stands is an aura that is calm and calm, lashing out at Fang Qiu, even if you want to ignore it! Fortunately, Kewell was pleasantly surprised to find that these colleagues of his were the people he never expected to find the most, but they were actually around!
Therefore, after avoiding several consecutive explorations, Kewell was finally lucky enough to bring Min Chen into the second floor of the concert hall... Uh, the reporters' base camp.
Kewell wiped a bit of bitter tears: It's not easy, has it!
Beside him, the handsome and precious man raised his hat slightly and looked at the young man sitting on the stage. His eyes narrowed slightly, watching every movement of the young man carefully--
Watching him press the strings skillfully, watching his right hand fly and jump out of a dazzling bow.
In my ears, there is the fierce and cheerful piano sound, and before my eyes, the youth is immersed in music, smiling calmly. Everything is as beautiful as an oil painting, it is still an oil painting with natural sounds.
In response to this, Min Chen tightened his thin lips somewhat displeased, and frowned: Well, it's too far, I can't see the eyes of his youth.
…Cowell on one side is about to cry, okay! ! !
Can take you here, Kewell