It is true that today's Musikverein is no longer a gilded sanctuary for musicians from all over the world.

It's a fact.

During the performance season from September to June, if you are willing to pay between 2 and 3w euros for the use of the venue, you can give a solo concert here.

This kind of thing is not uncommon, but the main character of the concert often has to face the problem of 'how to deal with a large number of free tickets that can't be given away?' ’

In the past, the thickness of the auditorium is the criterion for determining the height of the stage.

But at this moment, as the final arena of Mozart's works, the Musikverein today plays more of a witness role.

...

On the second day of the finals, there were no speeches and speeches.

As the bell rang for the match, the host introduced the information of the first contestant.

South Africa's Michel Marais from Africa was the first to take the stage.

She was accompanied by Mellon and his Vienna Youth Symphony Orchestra.

Michelle's choice of works is performed in the order of her own choice.

Debussy, The Dancing Girl of Delphi.

Michelle, who was dressed in a purple dress and long dress, sat in front of the piano with a full aura.

The dirty braided hair bundle that seems to be incompatible with the piano adds a bit of wildness to her at this time.

When the scene fell silent, she raised her swarthy arms.

"W-"

The piano sounded, and the flowing chords slowly appeared on the stage.

Sometimes the melody twirls and dances, sometimes it is silent and quiet.

The music fills the temple with a mysterious atmosphere, filled with the sacred aroma, and the little dancers depicted on the piano seem to be perched here.

The impressionistic lines under the black fingers are like a quiet dream.

When the sound of the piano dissipated, people seemed to be still silent about the fate of the dancer.

...

At the end of the song, there was no applause in the hall.

Moment.

Michelle wiped her hands and looked at Mellon.

Both nodded at the same time.

Mellon raised his hand, and every part of the orchestra made a preparatory move at the same time.

The next second.

With a wave of his hand, one or two violins and pianos resonated in unison.

Piano Concerto No. 3.

Bright E flat major through the mist.

The piano appears and disappears in the orchestra like a lighthouse in the mist.

The exquisite Musikverein comes to life at this moment.

The final decisive battle kicked off with Mozart's singing.

The game is ongoing.

...

If Mozart wrote God's instructions, then Haydn's creation must be closely related to 'life forms'.

...

Background.

Qin Jian felt that he had slept well, but the sound of music was always in his ears.

He opened his eyes when he heard Haydn's work being played again.

"This Haydn's dynamics sound a little chic. ”

This made him a little curious.

When Haydn first appeared, he thought it was probably a personal preference, just as he liked Beethoven.

When Haydn made his second appearance, he thought it was a little magical.

In his opinion, in such a competition, Mozart's works are the protagonists, so the optional works should be supplemented according to the characteristics of Mozart's works.

This supplement can be in the style of the period, or in the speed technique, or even in tonality, so that the whole performance can be presented more fully on the stage.

But when Haydn's third favorite sounded, Qin Jian had to open his eyes.

"This Haydn is different. ”

As for Haydn's piano work, he always felt that Haydn was not smart and flashy enough, and there were no show-off sequences.

But at this time, Haydn in his ears was not dull, but gave birth to a simple sense of solemnity under a touch he couldn't hear.

Following the music, Qin Jian curiously walked out of the lounge and came to a corner of the backstage hall.

Quietly sat in front of the big screen.

On the screen, a fair-skinned, brown-haired young man was playing.

"Frete. ”

Young Canadian performer, and with the Cincinnati Symphony Orchestra, he recorded a set of Bach's preludes.

This player, Qin Jian, had heard of it before, and was even more impressed after watching the video of the opponent playing Bach in the final of the Americas.

Qin Jian listened.

At this moment, the always simple Haydn is like a stream in the deep mountains, which has gone through hardships and dangers, and finally grew into a rich and surging river, endless.

"Awesome. ”

After the Huayun match, Qin Jian hadn't praised an opponent so much in the arena for a long time.

....

At the end of the song, there was a round of applause from the audience.

Qin Jian was about to applaud when a round of applause rang out behind him.

He turned his head, and a slender blonde figure was quietly clapping not far behind him.

"Edgar Adams. His eyes were slightly stunned, and he also knew something about Adams's deeds, but the other party didn't look so prodigal at this time.

As if feeling watched, Adams' gaze subconsciously fell on the figure below the screen.

He looked at Qin Jian, his slender eyes narrowed slightly, and he showed a smile, which could be regarded as a greeting.

"This guy is really handsome when he laughs. ”

Qin Jian nodded in response, then turned his head to look at the big screen.

On the stage, the performance of the sixth contestant has ended, and then the applause ushered in the seventh contestant.

A middle-aged man from Italy.

I don't have any impression of this player Qin Jian, but he can advance as the second place in the European division, and his professional ability is naturally not a problem.

A Liszt sigh is flowing, the music is delicate, and the melodic lines are deep but not too warm.

His Mozart works chose Piano Concerto No. 17.

"Fierce playing style. ”

At the end of the second movement, Qin Jian got up, and there was still a player, it was his turn to play, and he needed to change his costume to make his final preparations.

Qin Jian left, and Adams was left alone in the huge lounge.

He was still looking at the big screen, but he couldn't help but hear the melody from next door a few hours ago that he had never heard before.

“hi。 ”

Just then, a rough voice interrupted him.

Adams looked.

A low-profile man walked up to him.

"I heard you changed the track, man. ”

...

...

Back in the lounge, Qin Jian changed into a tuxedo.

By this time, the wall clock on the wall had reached a quarter past nine.

The game has been going on for almost four hours.

Qin Jian opened Duan Ran's thermos cup, and the boiled water was still steaming.

Drinking warm boiled water, I ate a piece of bitter chocolate.

In a few moments, most of his hunger pangs were gone.

Taking out Keqi's hand-drawn score, Qin Jian once again read it calmly.

The last time before going on stage.

...

"The eighth player to come out is from the Americas, the United States, Ramour Davis...

...

"Well, good luck. Adams shrugged.

Ramour grinned, "I've always had good luck. ”

With that, he walked towards the gate of the stage.