Program: The Magic Flute Act 1 ———Temple of the Past"

The host's voice resounded through the quiet hall.

"Choir: The Choir of the Springs of Figaro"

"Concerto: La Figaro's Symphony of the Spring"

"Starring: Ning Qianxia"

"Art Director: Li Shuang"

"Stage Director: Yellow Orange"

"Conductor: Qin Jian"

"Election unit: Huaguo Conservatory of Music"

The host's voice fell, and there was a round of warm applause from the audience.

The intense white light hit the huge matte black curtain, and all the scenes in front of the scene, including the orchestra pit in front of the stage, were clearly displayed in front of the audience.

A neat row of smiling musicians, holding musical instruments, walked from the backstage to the stage, into the orchestra pit, and sat in their own seats.

In a moment, the orchestra was in place.

"Wow, wow, young ladies are so handsome!" exclaimed from the audience.

This was Ning Qianxia's idea, and all the girls took off their usual dresses and long skirts, and changed into the same black clothes, black pants and white linings as the boys.

Cool.

At this time, at a glance, the neat orchestra gives people a solemn and youthful feeling.

This team, also from Huaguo Conservatory of Music, is the youngest team in this competition, and all the participants are composed of undergraduate students.

In addition, Carmen and Yiyi, who were adapted and rehearsed by conductor Qin Jian, were well known in the circle as early as three months ago, and this time the competition ended in the last position and collided with the performance repertoire of the previous group.

Full of highlights.

Everyone is looking forward to it.

Especially a few judges from Europe, they know Cai Song's name, and at the same time, they are not completely unfamiliar with the name Qin Jian.

Mulfeld, the conductor from Germany, has been overjoyed to hear his old friend mention the name and give him an album of Mozart.

He had always known the quality of his old friend.

He knew that not all the musicians were favored by the old fellow, but he was sure that the young man of China in the old man's mouth was the one who walked to the orchestra pit conductor at this time.

From the moment he came out, Mulfield knew he couldn't go wrong.

A person's stage aura cannot be changed in any way.

...

Qin Jian looked at the audience in front of him, standing on the conductor's stage in the orchestra pit for the first time, this kind of rigidity was amazing.

Especially in this position where turning one meter is the audience.

All the members of the orchestra remained in motion, and Qin Jian bowed deeply to the audience alone before the performance began.

Even though this is not a concert, basic etiquette cannot be left behind.

At this point, only Qin Jian did this among the commanders of the nine teams.

An act that can be said to be insignificant, but it immediately won even more enthusiastic applause.

It wasn't until the applause was over that Qin Jian straightened up.

Laugh.

He nodded, his right arm moved slightly, and magically, a jet-gold baton slipped out of his cuff.

The next second.

The baton seemed to automatically jam in his palm and stopped.

A little trick.

The moment he held the baton, Qin Jian's limbs seemed to be injected with a rhythm.

In slow motion, his blinking eyelashes became undulating.

Finally, the moment he turned around, his actions disrupted everyone's psychological presuppositions, and the baton that was turned around and carried high fell abruptly at the moment when he completely exposed his tall back in the audience.

"Knock !!!!!!!——————————"

"Woo !!!!!——————————"

Once the timpani sounded, it was like a Hongmeng bell that woke up the dusty world.

The glittering brass music seemed to transform into something tangible under the intense white light, like a lion leaping into the air.

Ruhong's momentum broke through the psychological defense of all audiences.

There are no flashy sets, and there are no modern multimedia elements to cheer up.

There is only a black curtain, a pure symphony orchestra, a conductor.

A basic configuration.

One of the most standard configurations.

This is Qin Jian's opening.

It's also his opening.

In 1791, the Magic Flute was performed for the first time at the Dia Vuitden Theater outside Vienna.

Mozart, who was in the prime of life and in his twilight years, personally conducted this painstaking work.

He stood in the orchestra pit, the stage behind the symphony orchestra covered by a black curtain.

At that time, no one knew what the scenery would be like behind the curtain.

The same way of opening, direct, simple, and brutal.

However, this German-language opera, which is known as the most famous opera in the world, did not cause much sensation in the autumn of 1791.

But Qin Jian believed that Mozart's magic did not end there, but God just lacked a pianist, so he left the world disappointed.

Thirty minutes ago, Qin Jian felt that he was fortunate enough to witness a miracle.

When the creations of the 18th century are re-produced in the style of 20th-century silent films and 21st century animation techniques, the epic picture scroll seems to bloom with Mozart's magic again.

In the minds of most audiences, watching opera, especially classical opera, is a serious and solemn affair.

Until half an hour ago, Qin Jian also held this kind of cognition.

But Cai Song, with his GU Modern Symphony Orchestra and his studio team, shattered the imagination of all those present.

"Can opera be like this?"

Qin Jian clicked on the tip of his right foot, leaned forward slightly, and raised his right arm high again.

fall

"Knock, knock, knock!—————" the orchestra responded to his every gesture.

Like a singing purple fairy tale picture book, Pegasus starry sky, bizarre, is unfolded page by page of gorgeous and graceful melody.

"Stunning!"

The moment the arm was raised, the string woodwind group sang in unison.

In the era when Italian dominated the opera world, even the Germans themselves felt that German was unpleasant and not suitable for the language of opera, but the genius Mozart sublimated the rap opera from German folk into opera, and integrated the Czech and French, Italian and Austrian folk music before the eighteenth century, as if to confront the orthodox opera.

Now, two hundred and fifty years later, he is orthodox.

And what Qin Jian wants to do is to defend this orthodoxy.

The way to maintain a thing is simple, to do it the way it is.

He smiled and waved his baton, and the lights on the stage gradually turned from white to yellow.

Qin Jian nodded abruptly in a certain direction, and then smoke from dry ice appeared out of thin air in front of the curtain.

In an instant, the whole stage became hazy.

That's when the music changed again.

The rapid E-flat tone seemed to imply the majesty of the Queen of the Night.

Faintly.

A matte black curtain rises slowly.

‘magic flute’

...

"Come on"

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