At two o'clock in the afternoon of the next day, New York time, the New York Philharmonic Symphony Hall ushered in the final scene of the first 'Fifty States Piano Competition' in Quanmi.

The final, which was delayed for nearly a week, whetted the audience's appetite.

"Welcome..."

In the center of the ring, Canter Lube, president of Steinway & Sons in New York, was performing his opening stand-up comedy.

Judging from the frequent laughter from the audience, he spoke well.

After the speeches of the major sponsors, Steinway Artists, the chairman of the jury of this year's competition, Buck, the chairman of the keyboard department of the Curtis Institute of Music, announced the finalists, and finally wished all the finalists the best artwork on the stage today.

Finally, Mr. Järvi, the current conductor of the New York Symphony Orchestra, who is responsible for the concerto of this round of the competition, announced the official opening of the competition.

Applause rang out.

The band was greeted and the first contestant to appear in the round, a second-year graduate student from the Philadelphia School of Music, took the stage.

His final piece was Beethoven's Piano Concerto No. 3.

A majestic and powerful string ensemble kicked off the music in the hall.

The three-minute prelude does not seem long at such a moment, and the symphony orchestra under Yárvi, which has a long history, is now dedicating the first piece of this symphony concert to the entire audience.

It wasn't until the moment the sound of the piano appeared on the stage that it was like a feast for the piano.

The young Beethoven of Curtis didn't push too hard, and his voice seemed to wander outside the rousing band most of the time, but it overlapped with the band in every key part.

This unusual form of Beethoven concerto captivated not only the hearts of the fans and listeners, but also the hearts of the judges.

As a new type of piano competition, the finals of the Fifty States Piano Competition showed that it was not inferior to any competition.

It's not just the atmosphere, it's the quality of the players.

Following the excellent performance of the first player, the second player came out with some background.

Chinese Pianist Liang Kecheng represented Curtis this time.

As a young pianist already active in the Americas, this year he has a new identity - a small list of 80 people.

Like Fang Zongyao and Zitong, he is also a finalist for this year's Chopin Competition.

As if with some kind of aura, he appeared with a powerful and incomparably confident appearance.

The same is true of the repertoire he brought to this final – Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2.

With the introduction of the twilight bell, the history of music spans more than a hundred years, from Beethoven directly to Rachmaninoff.

Liang Kecheng sat in front of the piano and played his own Rahe.

...

Background.

He Jing waited quietly, as the sixth player, there were at least two and a half hours left before her turn.

She couldn't guarantee that she would be able to maintain her form until that time, but there was no way, this was the final scene of the tournament.

From the audience to the orchestra, from the judges to the conductor, it is a test of the endurance of every group.

And the most painful thing in this process is the players.

She didn't think she would participate in this competition, and after learning that she was going to participate in this competition, she didn't plan what kind of ranking she would get.

She just walked to today's finals step by step according to the arrangement of the organizing committee, and the next thing is to finish the final repertoire.

As for the end of the game, it's time for the holidays again.

Since the beginning of her freshman year, every holiday of He Jing has been spent in a busy work.

This was true when I was at the Haishi Conservatory, and now it is the same abroad. Read a book for a long time

At that time, she just wanted to make as much money as possible, and now she is smooth sailing at ICM, and she no longer spends half a day taking the subway from the east of the city to the west of the city for the original 200 yuan class fee.

Now she can even put off an afternoon's work and drive from Eastman to any corner of Rochester.

But in the face of another upcoming holiday, she is a little lost, about music, but also about her future.

Maybe it's because she's worked too hard this year, so in the days when the finals were postponed, she went around New York by herself, trying to add color to her life.

Sometimes she herself feels like a boring person.

For this reason, she specially ordered a bright red dress and long skirt for today's finals, compared with the conservative system in the past, today she can be regarded as showing a small part of her figure.

Although it is only a little bit, it also gives her some chic.

There is no woman who doesn't love beauty, it's just that some people don't know who to be beautiful for, and some people don't have time.

He Jing wasn't sure if she belonged to the former or the latter, but she felt that she should change a little.

Selfies are definitely not a difficult thing for her, but she rarely takes selfies.

"Click".

He Jing looked at the photo she had just taken, and it seemed that she felt pretty good.

Then I clicked send.

Moment.

A reply came in.

Qin Jian: Beautiful!

Qin Jian: It's the first time I've seen this dress!

He Jing smiled, as if she was very satisfied with Qin Jian's answer.

Jing: The first time I wore it, my back was a little cold

Qin Jian: Huh?

Qin Jian wanted to see it, so He Jing turned his back to the mirror and took a picture of him.

After the shooting, she followed up with a message.

Jing: I don't look at my phone anymore, just wait for my message.

After sending it, she put her phone up and continued to recuperate.

At this time, it was already half past nine in the evening in Bergen, and Qin Jian was holding his mobile phone on the bed in the cabin.

He had just opened a small stove in the town with the old bartender, and the old bartender took him to a big abalone dinner.

After saving He Jing's two photos, Qin Jian did not reply to the other party with any messages.

All he needed to do now was wait quietly in anticipation.

After flipping through his phone for a while, he felt that he was almost exhausted, so he got up and started translating the literature.

Today's progress is basically the same as yesterday, and if he had changed to the past, he must have felt that he had found his voice on the little brown.

But now he has heard too much self-justifying subjectivity, so when facing his own problems now, he is not polite.

Some things that seem to be harvested don't need to be reached out for at all, because they are likely to be ground and shattered at some stage.

Qin Jian felt that it was normal for the old bartender to say something during dinner-"As a pianist, all the pursuit will eventually return to the sound of the moment your fingers touch the keys, no matter what step of the work or what kind of piano."

These words inspired Qin Jian at that time, just like the words of the old bartender after he had eaten and drunk enough-

"We don't eat abalone to analyze its color and long-term growing environment. ”