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926. The aria on the g string I want to play the piano(1/2)

The clear-textured single melody line develops after four measures, and the music finally appears with its second voice in the fifth measure.

Qin Jian's left hand joined the performance, as if he was reenacting the movements of his right hand a few seconds ago.

Two melody lines from the same mother run parallel to each other, chasing and escaping without trying to truly intersect.

Katya’s proficient writing skills can be seen here.

Without music scores, no matter how good the performers are, they will not be able to display their exquisite skills.

The teachers and students under the podium listened quietly to Katya's creation. Of course, from the perspective of viewing, Qin Jian's performance is already a kind of enjoyment.

The hands moving across the keyboard give people a solid feeling from the beginning of the work with a concise and stylish finger-dropping method.

It seems that as long as such hands are used to play, any note will be perfect.

However, such a beautiful performance did not bring everyone in the classroom into the flowing world of music.

At this time, Katya didn't feel very good inside. It would be an exaggeration to say that she was shocked.

Because she heard the beginning of the version she was most looking forward to.

——

When any work is born, its author will have a version that he is looking forward to.

It is a version that emerged only when writing in order to follow the inner hearing during the creative process.

This work was born at noon a week ago. At the time of its birth, Katya spent an afternoon alone in the piano room playing this work.

However, she was able to play Chopin to the point where she was recognized by Qin Jian himself, but she was unable to perform the works she had written to achieve the feeling she expected.

For a composer, this is both a blessing and a misfortune.

Then he thought of his senior brother Adams.

He spent three hours editing and typesetting his handwritten score on the computer and then sent it to Adams.

She had to make sure the other person could see clearly what she was writing.

After that, she wanted to hear how the other party interpreted her work, because the meaning of this work to her was not just a simple assignment, it would be one of her graduation works.

It may even be published publicly in the Vienna piano circle one day in the future.

That night she received a reply from Adams, a video.

At the beginning of the video, Adams is sitting in front of the piano, with the entire camera angle facing the piano. There is something like an electronic music reader or tablet on the music stand, and then Adams starts playing.

When the video ended, she felt that her work had come to life.

So she asked the other party if she could send the video to Koch, and after getting the other party's permission, she did so.

But the reply she was waiting for was not a word of praise. Koch did not even comment on Adams' performance, and also told her: "You can try playing Qin's works in class tomorrow."

Dissatisfied, she did not read Qin Jian's works carefully in the next day's class, and also deliberately used tricks in some places during the performance, playing with wrong performance interpretations.

Because it was the premiere, no one knew what she had done, and even Qin Jian himself could not accuse her.

But unfortunately after her performance, every student in the class seemed to be moved by the music.

At that time, she felt that everyone was not objective. She thought that if Qin Jian's identity as a composer before him was taken away, everyone would definitely not criticize such a work.

With various personal thoughts, she asked for leave from Koch last night and did not plan to come to class today.

She knew that Qin Jian was going to perform his own piece today.

But on the way to the piano room in the early morning, she passed by the teaching building and came to the classroom by accident.

The moment Qin Jian brought the little girl to the stage with music scores, her heart was full of sarcasm. She didn't believe that Qin Jian had superhuman music reading ability from the beginning.

However, when she saw her handwritten music spread out by the little girl, she regretted why she didn't send the typewritten music to Koch.

But then her thoughts were interrupted by the first note played on the piano.

She didn't make any notes on the music score for a medium-to-low-intensity sustained note, but she heard an excellent note.

This is what she wants.

In the following four measures, her attention was gradually drawn by the music to Qin Jian's serious performance expression.

At this moment she was a little touched again.

There is no author who does not expect his work to be taken seriously.

Following Qin Jian's playing, her heart suddenly accelerated.

It suddenly occurred to her that there was a major writing error at the end of this handwritten score!

She opened her mouth, but the music had already started and reached the end of the first page.

——

"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

Duan Xuan swore that she had never counted the beats so carefully. Listening to the performance on the side, she paid a lot of attention to the bar lines on the score.

This was the only thing she could clearly see in the entire score.

It is also the only thing she can rely on.

The music started in the second measure, and she lost herself between the notes.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly. In the third section, she came up with an absolutely effective notation method to ensure that she made no mistakes.

Because this work has been clearly marked in 4/4 time at the beginning.

Therefore, according to her common sense of music, each complete measure has and can only have four beats.

After the last beat of every four beats, there will be a bar line that symbolizes the end of the bar.

What she has to do is no matter what Qin Jian plays, she only needs to follow Qin Jian's playing speed, count the beats and read the bar lines.

Count to the bar line at the end of the page and she can turn the page.

For this method to work, she had to identify a correctly placed first beat—the first beat after a bar line.

Thank God, this is a fugue.

Qin Jian added the first forehand with her left hand, which was the strong basis she needed.

"1"

"2"

"3"

"4"

Another section passed, and she had already counted 31 sections.

Seeing that the first page was about to end, she lowered her arms and stretched out her little hands like the staff at the concert who specialized in turning scores for piano players.

A 'swish' sound.

The score turned to the second page.

Then I started to recite silently in my heart again - "1" "2" "3" "4"

——

When the performance reached the second page, Qin Jian felt a little admired by Xiao Duan Xuan.

At the same time, Koch and Katya were also surprised. As two people who also knew what kind of music score this was, they would not think that a child should be able to turn the pages so accurately.

With a flash of thought, Qin Jian glanced at the next section of the music score, and the intensity of his left hand gradually increased.

The color of the music changes accordingly, and the playing speed also fluctuates.

The atmosphere in the classroom has undergone some subtle changes due to the mood of the music.

Interpreting the work is the first thing a competent pianist has to do when receiving a new work.

Although there was only a short ten minutes, Qin Jian tried his best to search for clues to Katya's heart in the chaotic notes during those ten minutes that belonged to each other between him and the score.

This is not only a duty, but also a respect for music.

He may not care how others treat his works, but as a performer, he needs to take each composer's work seriously.

A person can do all kinds of offensive things in appearance, but the music he writes is innocent.

We cannot deny the imperial commanding talents of some great conductors just because they have joined some notorious anti-human organizations.

Similarly, Qin Jian interprets the performance with an attitude of only talking to the music.

Besides, he thought it was a work worth playing, except for the damn handwriting.

The neat music plays until the last beat of the fourth measure of the penultimate line of the second page.

This is a relatively complicated counterpoint of both hands. Qin Jian's performance sounds like there is no problem here at all, it is as smooth as a marble surface.

However, this shot trapped the little braid beside him in place.

Xiao Duanxuan insisted on counting fifty-six bar lines, and finally on this beat, he became confused again.

She was originally staring at the music score of the left hand part seriously, but on the last note of that beat, the E note with the long stem made the atmosphere incomparable.

At that moment, she couldn't tell whether the vertical line that ran through the staff like a bar line was a note stem or a bar line.

There was such a moment of pause, and even though she reacted immediately, she could no longer keep up with Qin Jian's performance.

Looking at the last line of music blankly, she didn't know whether to turn the page.

Thinking about Qin Jian's reminder again, following the melody in her ears and her feelings, she carefully reached out and opened the next page.
To be continued...
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