Old-time musicians

Fanning stood up, moved out of his seat sideways, and passed by Meric who had just stepped off the stage.

During the time when he bowed and walked to the piano, he felt that the eyes around him were like thick syrup wrapping around him, dragging along with his footsteps.

Those who are puzzled, those who are curious, those who are scrutinizing, those who are waiting to see a joke, those who "think this is a cruel person"...

He opened the envelope and looked at the music score on the note paper, which showed six scattered notes in standard 4/4 time.

Then hit it on the piano for demonstration.

C-sharp and G-sharp in the bass area, then C-sharp and E-sharp an octave higher, and then G-sharp and A-sharp an octave higher.

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(Note: In the notation of sound names, 1-do, 2-re, 3-mi, 4-fa, 5-sol, 6-la, and 7-xi correspond to C, D, E, F, G, A, B)

"It spans a very wide range of sounds. It's basically the key of C-sharp minor, but there's an extra sixth note, A." Merich thought.

"There is still quite a lot of freedom in improvising any style, but it is difficult to stand out." Someone else commented.

Fan Ning looked at the black and white keys of the piano in front of him. They exuded warm and delicate colors. Above the central C key, the "Boethius" trademark carved in ancient Hoffmann language was full of smart beauty. Above his head, Under the concentrated illumination of the crystal chandelier, the audience in the peripheral vision was crowded together in darkness, and the vision in front of the eyes was too bright, even dizzy, and the whispers in the ears seemed to appear faintly again.

"Why hasn't he started playing yet?" asked the female companion next to Cecil.

"Only when you get on stage do you know what it feels like to be scared out of your mind." Cecil smiled and shook his head repeatedly. "As a music major, I don't know what to do with the fun. I just write a few research papers honestly."

"If I were him, I would definitely regret it. This scene was too terrible."

"Improvisation is so insecure." Cecil's tone was superior. "For your performance department, it's like a piece of music that you haven't practiced at all is suddenly caught and performed. Only we composition professionals can control it." Live the scene.”

Including Dean Gould, several music professors holding pens also stared at Fan Ning in front of the piano.

No musical detail escapes their sensitive ears.

Taking a deep breath, Fan Ning finally raised his left hand and struck a G-sharp octave double note in the bass area of ​​the piano. A low and metallic sound suddenly sounded in the auditorium:

"Boom——!!!"

"It is worthy of being the largest auditorium in our conservatory. The sound-absorbing and echo effect is great, so what?" Meric, who had already achieved high scores, put his hand on the back of his neck and looked leisurely at the potholes on the surrounding walls.

"That's it?"

"Is this what he calls impromptu inspiration?" Cecil and several composition students raised their hands and scratched their heads. "Isn't your octave paused for four or five seconds?"

After maintaining this octave double tone for two full measures, Fan Ning raised his left hand again and played a fast C-sharp minor decomposition chord in the bass area, forming one after another sixtuplets.

Dean Gould narrowed his eyes and stared at Fanning intently.

Starting from the fifth measure, the right hand joins in, playing a fast melody, with grainy notes sparking and splashing out.

It is the masterpiece handed down from generation to generation by the great Polish romantic music master from the previous life, Frederic Chopin:

"Fantasy Impromptu in C sharp minor"!

Chopin composed a total of 4 Fantasy Impromptu during his lifetime. This one was composed in 1834, when Chopin was 24 years old. The author himself believed that the main melody of the piece was somewhat similar to the theme of another work by the French composer Moselles. In order to avoid criticism, it became the only one that was not published and was only discovered by posterity after his death.

In fact, it has richer content and more elaborate structure than Moselles's. In Fan Ning's previous life, it was one of Chopin's most widely circulated and popular works. It is rich in poetic fantasy and contains rigorous logic, which is enough to arouse strong emotional resonance in the audience.

On the stage, in front of the piano, the young man in black dress continued to run at high speed with his right hand, forming a complex interlaced rhythm with the changing sextuplets of his left hand. It was like a waterfall full of fiery passion, cascading thousands of miles, and overflowing with countless colorful colors. An illusive world of light, shadow and color!

Fan Ning's expression was actually a little nervous, staring intently at his hands running on the piano keyboard.

In his previous life, he was not a major in music, and the original owner, Carol, was only a music major. He was often ridiculed by teacher Anton for his basic skills. After the memory of the two was fused, he was still not as good as those professional piano players.

But he knows very well how to use 50% of his finger skills to achieve 90% of the effect.

This piece is an amateur grade-10 test piece that Fan Ning played when he was a child in his previous life. In terms of the technical difficulty of simply "playing it down", it is not difficult for professionals.

But judging from Fan Ning's critical ear, which has studied countless records and live performances, there are not many professionals around him who can play well. Their finger functions are good, they can play in one go, and there are few wrong notes, but they ignore too many chart details.

The weak attack of the right hand at the beginning, the shaking pedal technique, the breathing between clauses, the accent lines that need to be highlighted, the contrast between strong and weak starting from bar 13, and the first notes of the three chromatic scales need to be continuously strengthened to bring a sense of compactness. Ning felt that this was his best performance.

"This, this" these professors with good gentlemanly qualities couldn't help but say something.

What's even more exaggerated is that, including the dean, three judges put their hands on the table and left the table, trembling slightly, and their excitement was palpable.

"It's impossible. Such romantic, charming, poetic, and mysteriously inspired music was improvised by him? Impossible, I can't even write it, even if you give me a month, no, a year!" Piano Department Merich sat in the front row of the side auditorium, with his hands on his knees and his long body stretched forward.

"The profound and imaginative musical ideas are on the one hand, and the other is speed!!" Vice Dean Schütz, sitting on Gould's right hand, thought inwardly, "Improvisers must constantly leave space for their brains as they conceive and express at the same time. It takes only a few tenths of a second to enter the space, so the selection speed is mostly not fast. "

"And now, creating such a gorgeous fast sound flow, as well as the application of a large number of heavy dominant and secondary dominant high-duplicate chords, and the superb off-keyness are enough to show that Carolne Van Ning is very familiar with the music techniques and tends to Instinct and inspiration have reached their peak!" He stared at the tip of the pen in his hand for a long time.

"This is a master-level improvisation! I have no reason to deduct points. No, even if this is a written composition, I can't find a reason to deduct points. I must give 20." An associate professor only heard about 40 seconds , and drew down the pen without hesitation.

"There are some immature pedal processing and misplaced dirty sounds, indicating that the basic skills are unstable, but he grasped the key emotional points just right. This is due to his talent." Dean Gould's eyes flashed, "That's not right. Ah! This is not the evaluation standard of the performance examination, this is his own inspiration."

"Why did I subconsciously regard this as a piano performance test for the master's classic works?" The dean shook his head and wrote down the score he thought should be awarded.

In the hands of the young man in black dress on the stage, a stream of crystal clear sound rushed down from the high range, swept across almost the entire keyboard, and finally turned into a few thumps in the low range. The high-speed running stopped, and Fan Ning's The left hand gently strokes the keyboard, bringing out a series of soothing arpeggios in D flat major, and then a beautiful and cantabile new melody is played by the right hand.

Under the rhythm of three to two, the harmony of the left hand is rippling with sparkling light, and the bright and warm major melody of the right hand is accompanied by elegant ornamentation, like a butterfly in a flower, playfully running through it.

"Switched to the key of the same name? There is even a comparison section!" The audience was shocked.

Several professors who had already given scores were stunned again and crossed out the scores they had given before with a pen.

Cecil was commenting leisurely just now, but now he was staring at Fan Ning, his eyes so gloomy that he was almost dripping with water.

He is the leader of the third group and a leader in the composition department. He was bound to get the opportunity to premiere a large-scale work in this graduation concert, but a piano major named Merici appeared in front of him, and he regarded him as a powerful one. competitors.

As for Fan Ning? He didn't take it to heart at all!

who knows

The number Cecil drew was a few lower than Fan Ning. The longer he waited, the more complex emotions he felt filled his heart with irritability, anxiety, disbelief, etc. The hand holding his chin became more and more clenched. The tighter.

"Carolen Van Ning, he brought too many surprises today!" Dean Gould spoke in a low voice, but very excited. He turned his head and asked to his left, "Professor Browne, you know Who is Fan Ning’s piano teacher? Where is the professional teacher?”

The question was asked by Professor Lorraine Browne, the First Vice-President of the Conservatoire of St. Lenia, Cecil’s composition teacher. His expression was a little uncertain. He did not immediately answer the dean, nor did he take the exam for a long time. Pick up the pen in your hand.

"He probably doesn't have a dedicated piano teacher." The answer came from Vice President Schutz, who was on Gould's right. "I've only seen him in the piano courses prescribed by the college. He and his professional teacher Anton Coe Professor Nall came very close.”

"Professor Conor who committed suicide yesterday?" The dean frowned.

The soothing Andante in the middle section comes to an end, and the music under Fan Ning's fingertips returns to the bizarre, cascading fantasy world of the first section.

"It's basically a reproduction of the first section, but it doesn't sound boring. I even want to listen to it a few more times. This Allegro is so beautiful."

"This shows that he had already planned it carefully when he improvised in the first paragraph!"

This is basically the reaction of most of the audience. At this point, the whispers on the stage have disappeared. Everyone is firmly attracted by the magic of the music and listens quietly, just like enjoying a delicious but small portion of food.

At the end, Fan Ning's right hand appeared with a cold ostinato pattern, and the colors changed rapidly.

On this basis, a slow lyrical tune sounded from the left hand part. When the audience listened carefully, they found that it actually came from the singing theme in the middle section.

"It's wonderful! The material is reproduced in the middle section, and the right hand is switched to the left hand, and the speed is doubled. This not only demonstrates the lyricism and singing ability to the audience again, but also unifies the material of the whole song and makes the logical structure more concise. It’s a memorable experience!”

"Sublimation, the only word I can think of is sublimation. This is the absolute finishing touch!"

It ended with two sets of quiet arpeggios, and the auditorium was filled with sounds as warm as sunlight, as if the dream had ended and returned to reality.

Once again he felt a strange connection with his audience, this time hundreds of them! And the feeling of "resonance" is stronger!

+1, +1, +5, +5, +3, +3…

A large number of numbers flow into the pale gold subtitles from all directions, like water droplets forming a stream.

The subtitle of [3/100] rose very fast, and in an instant it reached [100/100]. A small key-shaped symbol appeared on the right, flashing.

The number continued to rise, but the speed was getting slower and slower, and finally stopped at [135/100].

Fanning felt that something was rising and something was sinking.

It was not known whether it was "spirit" or "inspiration" or "soul", but the intensity directly rushed to the bottleneck, and it might even be broken.

It just lacked some kind of suitable activation method to make it produce this essential change.

"So what is the activation method? Key...key?"

Fanning was confused for a moment, but then his body and mind were completely immersed in unprecedented comfort and relaxation. The key in his chest became hot again, and all kinds of negative feelings after crossing disappeared at this moment.

Then, he slowly lifted his hands from the keyboard and released the pedal, ending the piano echo in the auditorium.

Silence, deathly silence

The auditorium was silent for more than half a minute.

"Pa pa pa" Dean Gould and Vice Dean Xutz stood up from their seats, and the slow and powerful clapping finally broke the silence of the auditorium.