You Made Me a Superstar

   Chapter 369 Listen to my thoughts?

  Music itself is art.

  Art requires talent, comprehension, and even more of that so-called divine gift.

  The former Zhou Yang has always been a die-hard person.

   It's the same as doing anything. If you don't understand it, you will study it to death. Even if there is a wall in front of him, he will use his head to smash it into pieces or bleed blood.

   Later...

   He understands that it is completely useless to fight for many things. Not only will he not be able to break through the southern wall, but he will also fall into a daze and go crazy.

   Inside the Huaxia National Theatre.

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

   harp, sheng, flute, erhu...

   Zhou Yang seemed to be in a dazzling array of musical instruments, fascinated by his eyes.

  Musical instruments are naturally the same in different ways, and many musical scores are common, but when you really ensemble 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 like a novice who doesn't understand anything..."

   "His foundation is not very good. He seems to have a half-understood understanding of some musical instruments. I have observed him for a long time, but I can't find what is special about him. It seems that he is not as good as the music students I took before."

   "Although we in China have a saying that people cannot be seen and the sea cannot be measured, but..."

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

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

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

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

  In terms of words and deeds, understanding of music, cognition of musical instruments, and even the splitting of song scores and understanding of timbre, all she felt in Zhou Yang was mediocrity and ordinaryness.

   is like a layman who has just learned music for a year.

   But this layman can create an amazing piece of music.

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

  Erhu master Zhang Zunlian heard Tong Yuan's doubtful voice, and subconsciously looked at the corner of the stage, the young man who was staring at the famous musical instrument masters rehearsing the repertoire, but he sat silently on the side in a daze.

He has always believed that the creation of music requires talent, but also experience. A young man in his early twenties cannot write a song like "My Motherland" no matter what, at least in his perception, it is impossible .

   "Then why..."

   "I don't know, let's take a look."

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

   When Zhou Yang saw him coming, he immediately stood up and called out, "Mr. 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 he is very respectful to everyone, especially after standing in front of you and looking at you with sincere eyes, he unconsciously wants to chat with him.

"My Motherland" runs through the entire [Zhang Xia's Artistic Achievement Concert]. It begins with the melody and chorus of musical instruments, and at the end, Zhang Xia comes out with the apprentices and sings this song together, so the whole concert The most important part is the beginning and the end.

   If in these two links, there is more weight, then the beginning is slightly heavier than the end.

   After all, the idiom "the first mover" is also very applicable in the music circle.

  Zhang Zunlian showed Zhou Yang his "Erhu Score", and talked to Zhou Yang about his concept of ensemble for Erhu.

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

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

  Suona master Tong Yuan felt that it was useless to find Zhou Yang, but she finally came over and brought the score to Zhou Yang to watch.

   The suona in "My Motherland" is very important, especially when the melody is played, it will bring out all the emotions in people's hearts and drive the atmosphere of the whole concert.

   Zhou Yang is the "originator" of "My Motherland", so Tong Yuan will naturally tell Zhou Yang his understanding of suona music and ask Zhou Yang's opinion.

   The result I got was very disappointing…

   Zhou Yang has no opinion.

   just scratched his head and stared blankly at the score.

  After seeing Zhou Yang's appearance, Tong Yuan's sense of doubt became stronger. She even once doubted whether Zhou Yang was the "original".

   The sun sets.

   Another day flies by.

   It's getting longer and longer until the concert starts.

   Zhou Yang seemed to be a marginal figure. At first, these masters could still chat with Zhou Yang, but after two days, they began to talk to Zhou Yang less frequently.

   Even after the end of the day, some people can't remember whether Zhou Yang has been here or not, and what he has done.

  Kenneth is not like these people...

  The person only saw Zhou Yang once, and after talking about "Going Home", he never came to the Huaxia National Theater again, and he didn't even need to stay at the Interstellar Hotel arranged for him by the leaders of the Huaxia Music Association.

  I was in Yanjing today, went to southern Hunan tomorrow, went to an unknown small county town in Zhejiang Province to eat barbecue the day after tomorrow, and left for the Bund in the magic capital to take pictures in the afternoon...

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

It was not until the first rehearsal of the concert on July 25 that he brought his assistant and John Williams to the training room of "My Country" wearing a straw hat and floral pants, and put on After wearing the clothes for the chorus, he asked the team not to place him in a conspicuous part in the center, but in the corner. After shouting for a while, he felt very immersed.

  The concert everyone was waiting for was, in his opinion, a game.

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

   "But the so-called art, the 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 play with a smiley face..."

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

suddenly.

   After Zhou Yang heard what he said to John Williams, Zhou Yang was slightly shocked, and he felt that his head was vaguely enlightened.

   That kind of feeling is wonderful, as if he felt a light, churning in his mind, and then flipping over and over again, his tense nerves began to gradually relax.

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

  He is an American who sings "My Motherland" with a group of Chinese people, there is always a sense of disobedience, and the era expressed by this song is the years of resisting the United States, supporting the North Korea...

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

  …………………………

  The afternoon of July 25th.

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

  The famous musicians sat on the stage and started tuning their instruments.

  The National Choir and some stars held the sheet music and watched it over and over again, simulating the singing.

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

  Although he is very old, his steps are exceptionally steady. With gray hair, he walked to the podium step by step and tapped the baton.

   At the solemn and solemn scene, some people felt nervous, and as the lights went down, the hearts of those famous musicians inevitably had some waves.

   seems to be a grand event.

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

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

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

   Not only Tong Yuan feels empty, but Zhang Zunlian, a famous erhu master, also feels this way. Obviously everything is fine, and the atmosphere and accompaniment are all good, but they feel that something is missing, or that something has not 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 appearance of the rehearsal in front of the camera and the sounds of the instruments, they realized that the atmosphere of the whole music was still lingering. Not rendering in place.

   Been rehearsing all afternoon.

  The cooperation between the musical instruments and the musical instruments also began to gradually become inaccurate. They tried to find the reason, but after searching for a long time, they still could not find it.

evening……

  After the last concert...

   "The score is wrong, I need to change it again, everyone's score is taken out to see..." The conductor Qiao Yu tapped on the board, keenly aware of the reason.

   It was raining heavily outside.

   The score for "My Motherland" was discussed again under the leadership of Qiao Yu.

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

   The discussion continued until ten o'clock in the evening, and everyone was starting to get tired.

   Just when everyone was going to sort out the score again tomorrow...

   stayed in the corner, Zhou Yang, who never spoke, stood up.

   "Teachers, why don't you..."

   "Listen to my thoughts?"

  “…”

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

   (end of this chapter)