"Teacher Xia, please excuse me."

At the entrance to the left side of the stage, Feng Ziyan put away the small mirror and rubbed his hands towards Xia Dong beside him.

"Just follow your own ideas, and I will follow your lead."

Xia Dong took the baton handed over by the assistant on the side and turned to give Feng Ziyan a positive expression, "Come on!"

"Um!"

...

"Designated piano, KawaiEX"

"The competition piece for this round is "Chopin Piano Concerto No. 1""

"Instructor, Wu Qing."

"Concerto Orchestra, Yanjing Philharmonic Orchestra"

"Command, Xia Dong"

After the host's introduction, Feng Ziyan pushed the door open and walked in front.

Xia Dong followed him.

The audience burst into applause.

"Wow, the first piece is Chopin's First Piano Concert!"

"It's actually Teacher Xia Dong who is directing it himself!"

"This guy is my junior high school student, he's very good."

...

Feng Ziyan walked to the podium and turned around.

Xia Dong then raised the baton, and all the orchestra members stood up at the same time.

While Feng Ziyan bent down and bowed, all the orchestra members also bowed slightly toward the audience.

...

"I'm actually a little nervous."

“What a cool feeling.”

"expect!!"

For a time, the applause from the audience became even more enthusiastic.

....

When Feng Ziyan turned around and sat in front of the piano, the orchestra members sat down one after another.

Only then did Xia Dong move to the podium, nodded to the audience with a smile, and then stepped onto the podium.

Gradually, the applause from the audience became smaller and smaller.

In front of the piano, Feng Ziyan breathed calmly.

moment.

When he turned his head slightly to the podium, Xia Dong's eyes happened to come to him.

Their eyes met and they nodded to each other.

The next second.

Xia Dong flipped his wrist, raised the tip of his baton, and drew a beautiful arc.

At this moment, his whole feeling was different.

Immediately afterwards.

A neat "swish" sound came from the string section of the orchestra, like the sound of rubbing clothes.

Under the camera, within one breath of the entire string group, every player has entered the state of holding the piano and bowing.

Xia Dong's eyes traveled around and finally locked on the position of the orchestra's principal bassoon player.

The moment he got a reply from the other party's look, Xia Dong turned his back to the audience and raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

next second

I saw that his shoulders were tilted forward with a slight movement of his head.

The baton was raised gently.

At this moment, the orchestra was silent.

It's just that the stage is even quieter, and even the sound of breathing can't be heard.

Xia Dong's movements did not stop.

Between two breaths, his arms drew irregular paths in front of him.

When his hands returned to the high point of his body again.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with determination for a moment.

His arms suddenly became faster and lowered, with great momentum.

‘Buzz——’

The string section moved at this moment, and the violin, viola, and cello sounded a distant hum at the same time.

With a shocking sound.

The third beat at the end of the gorgeous 3/4 time opens the first chapter of Chopin's First Piano Concerto.

On the next beat, the bassoon and timpani also moved.

A gloomy and solemn wooden sound appeared in the music.

The bassoon's strong "forte" performance was accompanied by the rolling thunder of two timpani that sounded from the back of the stage.

French horns one, two, and three, the horn sound with a sense of mission shines in the golden light.

At this moment, the gorgeous prelude to Chopin's "Piano Concerto No. 1 in E minor" began.

First movement.

Allegro solemn, in the key of E major.

Under the first theme of the solemn orchestral ensemble.

In front of the piano, Feng Ziyan slowly closed his eyes.

In my mind, unknowingly, scenes of past events about the piano emerged in my ears.

‘The sound produced by this big black wood is very nice’

‘Mom, I want to play too’

‘On my sixth birthday, I got my own piano

"I hit the first note on the piano for the first time. It was such a wonderful feeling."

‘This is the first time I have been praised in the Children’s Palace’

‘After winning the first competition, I was sent to a teacher for no apparent reason’

‘Inexplicably, I entered the Music High School’

‘‘The teacher is getting stricter’’

‘The music under my control is becoming less and less free’

'But I know the teacher is right'

"One day, I was told that I was going to participate in a competition again. It seemed to be a very important competition. There were many powerful guys coming from all over the country."

'Compete with you, I don't care about the competition'

‘I just want to play my own piano’

'Um--'

‘Chopin’s Piano Concerto No. 1, the first concerto in my life’

‘Just pop it down completely’

'come on'

...

The string section entered the second theme.

Gradually, under the attention of fifteen hundred pairs of eyes in the audience.

The boy with his eyes closed raised his hands.

His subtle body movements move freely.
To be continued...