"So teacher, it's not easy to hear a masterpiece like 'Giant' premiering in Tiya. You came to such a position, with your aesthetic requirements..."

"It's okay, pretty much the same." Fan Ning waved his hand nonchalantly.

The little girl said "Oh", looked down at the track list carefully, and asked curiously:

"Teacher, as a musician like you, do you already know the content of each symphony well before listening to it, and can you clearly identify many professional issues?"

"This is not necessarily true. There are too many serious musical works. It depends on the situation."

"What about the 'Giant' symphony?"

"Know a little bit."

The concertmaster was leading the orchestra to tune the music, and Fan Ning changed into a more comfortable position.

Warm applause rang out, and a gentleman in a tuxedo entered with a baton. This conductor, Bruno Walter, was about thirty years old. He had a typical Western Continental appearance, with neat hair, light green pupils, and a broad forehead. He was quiet as he walked.

His smile and his overall gentle and elegant temperament are difficult to associate with Miss Lausanne's assessment of his eccentric character.

After Walter saluted on the left and right sides of the stage, he climbed onto the podium and signaled the band to take their places.

Carolyn Van Ning, "Symphony No. 1 in D major".

A very weak violin treble la appears in the air. This is when the violinists press their fingers on the highest position of the E string, then hold the bow and gently rub it on it at an almost stagnant speed, like the sunrise in the morning.

The mist, light and coolness in front of me.

"la——mi——"

Under the transparent background sound of string friction, the "breathing motive" was played by various wind instruments in sequence, and made a descending fourth degree in the key of D minor. Everything revived in the dim light, with a hint of gloom and mystery.

The warm and light triplet "Blooming Motive" jumps upward in a roundabout way, which is a metaphor for the blooming of a hundred flowers.

The two-note octave of the oboe penetrated the clouds like a ray of morning light, piercing the sky, and then was blocked by the thick clouds.

The timpani makes a dull roar, and the long, low chromatic lines are played by the strings. Some kind of restless vitality is sprouting underground.

The breathing motivation is staggered and intertwined, and more and more life is awakening, flowers bloom, birds open their eyes, branches sprout, and insects poke their heads out of the soil.

Most of the audience present were listening to it for the first time, and a small number had heard the record recorded by the old symphony orchestra. However, the live performance was fundamentally different from the recording. This short, mysterious and ethereal introduction had already made them deeply involved.

, those fragmented motives carry a certain hazy but heart-stopping power in the presentation, retelling, and evolution.

"It is indeed Fan Ning's famous work after graduating last year." Many music critics present in Tia City couldn't help but sigh in their hearts, "This great composer who is famous in the Northern Continent has the first symphony in his artistic career.

Already achieved extraordinary things”

There were 6 rows of guest seats on the first floor of the symphony hall, but investigator Anna frowned slightly as she listened. She looked at Chief He Meng who was sitting next to him with his eyes closed, and felt that he had been assigned at the leaders' joint dream meeting before.

Before leaving for the inspection mission, there seemed to be one thing that we still didn't ask for clarification on.

This "potential artist" thing is to make plans for the Harvest Art Festival, to cultivate a group of musicians who are truly friendly to the Special Tour Hall and can rival Fan Ning's current influence.

But shouldn’t there be some secret guidance when it comes to song selection?
Chapter completed!