Chapter 134: The Dawn of Chopin's Encounter
Zhuo Yang's hands were hung above the keys and could not fall.
Although many of the guests are art-like people, such as many bigwigs in the football and political circles, they do not understand music. However, a considerable number of them are experts and authorities in the classical music industry, and are familiar with the "Warting in C minor"
》 and Chopin's industry insiders.
Professor Carl Norman looked at Zhuo Yang in surprise, and Senior Sister Elena Grimo looked at Zhuo Yang in surprise. Mark Winster and Fiameta Chiconia were stunned in the seats, even
Mauricio Polini, who was resting and adjusting, frowned suddenly.
Zhuo Yang could not continue, and a strong sense of failure came. He failed to perform at a crucial New Year concert. This would be an eternal shame, and it would be a huge rift on his musical road. It would be difficult.
make up.
A familiar sense of frustration and pain swept over, Zhuo Yang was completely trapped in chaos and despair, guilt and giving up, a feeling of being abandoned by the world. The football memory that was deleted after leaving Athens suddenly opened up, and the struggle against Athens AEK
Intertwining the mud in the pain at this moment.
Zhuo Yang was defeated by himself, and this failure began in that game, reflected in the concert at this time. His efforts and persistence were not rewarded, and his stubbornness and concentration were only exchanged for frustration. He was subjected to all negative emotions.
The depression reached its extreme, and this depression even came to the audience with the despair and chaos in the previous music, and everyone felt the heaviness.
When Zhuo Yang's finger paused for two full resting signs, he played it, and the rest time was four times longer than the original score. Zhuo Yang lost his mind, but his hard work has portrayed the rhythm in his
In his muscles, his fingers continued to play according to the music score in his memory.
The moment the piano sounded again, the accumulation of depression in the concert hall just reached its peak.
Below the walking corpse, a torn pain came with the sound of the piano, and the whole hall fell into boundless despair. The lyrical slow board became a suffocating despair, and the clear main melody of the upper part turned into a viscous and turbid
mud.
When the movement turned from D-slow major to C-scaling minor, Zhuo Yang had already expressed all the pain and struggles. He saw a dawn in the song transformation. This dawn did not appear suddenly, it seemed that it had always been
There, it was always silent but bright, but he didn't turn around to see it. When he saw this dawn, Zhuo Yang completely touched the emotional catharsis and that he had never been able to get close to in "Warcelona in C minor" before.
With the soul fusion, he controls the skeletal bloodline of the entire movement, and he can fully express the "Wardinette in C minor" in his own way.
The audience was deeply infected by the pain and depression revealed by the music. They could hardly breathe. The heart was moaning silently with every bar, and seemed to be overwhelmed. Everyone was trapped in a heavy sense of despair, no matter how hard they were.
They understand Chopin, or they don’t understand, and no one can extricate themselves.
When the music enters the third section, it is a re-interpretation of the first section. With the flow of Zhuo Yang's fingertips, a cheerful spring flows into the audience, and everyone instantly walks out of the confusion and solemnity. Can't they suppress it?
The joy in my heart is kept, and many people have shed tears of joy.
After Zhuo Yang played the last note of "Warcelona in C minor", the audience was silent, and Zhuo Yang sat upright.
After a long time, the thunder that burst out loud finally declared that the music was truly over. Everyone stood up to applaud and salute the young pianist. The applause was like thunder, and the roar never subsided for a long time.
Zhuo Yang bowed to the audience with a smile. He was very happy because the dawn made him completely touch the soul of the movement, because the dawn made him break through the bottleneck of football.
When he found the dawn, he knew that he had broken through. As Baggio said, everything was so silent, but you clearly knew that he had broken through, it was very clear. But Zhuo Yang was different from others, he was not in football.
On the field, he broke out in his music.
It took Zhuo Yang only fifty-two days to start from the bottleneck to breaking through the barrier.
The feeling of seeing everything came back, and he felt the depth and breadth of the universe; the feeling of free control of body functions came back, and he felt the movement of muscles and meridians more clearly; the sensitivity of judgment came back, and
There is also a kind of sharpness that predicts in advance.
Zhuo Yang wanted to escape from the concert and go to a football game to verify his Kunpeng spread his wings. At this moment, he was completely sure that if he returned to Greece, he could destroy the Athens AEK with his own strength.
The concert continued, but the music since then was no longer the focus. Even though Zhuo Yang still performed the other ten of Chopin's songs almost perfectly, although he would receive a long applause every time he finished playing.
"Warcelona in C minor" became the jewel of the palace. After being surprised, Mauricio Polini, known as the spokesperson of Chopin, couldn't help but feel distorted about it.
Zhuo Yang's two full rests in the second paragraph have since replaced the binary rest in the original movement and become a new standard for playing. However, the difficulty of playing is much greater than before, because not everyone is
At that time, pain and depression could be fully expressed. Zhuo Yang's interpretation of the music became a new annotation, which attracted many authoritative experts to study and discuss the "Wartings in C minor".
Finally, Zhuo Yang and Polini collaborated again, and the end of "The Second Piano Concerto in F Minor" announced the end of "Meeting Chopin". Zhuo Yang's second New Year's concert was a great success. He finally sent out his own in the classical music world.
The sound.
.
"Brother Zhuo Yang, why did you play that song so sadly? I didn't cry, but tears came out."
The little angel Midele has grown much taller. In a few days, she will be ten years old and will be almost as tall as Zhuo Yang's chest.
"Zhuo Yang..., I didn't expect you to be so powerful. Maybe... I really should call you uncle.... Bah! Dreaming in the daytime!" Fei Meta Chiconia was still teasing and teasing, but no one could see her
Inner shock and...worship.
"Zhuo Yang, it's not good for you to do this. It will hit many aspiring young people who love piano, such as me." Mark Winster laughed, not telling him that he was disappointed at all.
"Zhuo Yang, I am looking forward to working with you again in China in summer." Master Polini stopped talking to Zhuo Yang at all.
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, on behalf of me, I would like to extend my warm congratulations to you on your successful concert and sincerely thank you for your wonderful moments. I hope you will continue to work hard, constantly hone your skills, and achieve greater success on the road of art.
.” Such official words are nothing but Berlusconi, who is the leader of the whole Italy.
However, when he turned around and talked to his family, Berlusconi stopped talking to his official voice.
"Old bald, I will pay 50 million this time. You can find a way to bring this kid to Saint Silo."
Galliani smiled and said, "BOSS, we tried it last year... the year before yesterday, it's not a matter of money."
Chapter completed!