Chapter 19 Do You Like Brahms?
In order to maintain the fairness of the competition, an authoritative jury of internationally renowned performers and educators was formed.
Liao Tang received his certificate and scoring paper at the sign-in desk of the concert hall and went to the rest area of Area B. The teenagers in the youth group wore formal black suits, dark socks and black leather shoes, and the girls basically wore lace princess dresses and puffy skirts.
Because of the style of the music, Liao Tang wore a dark dress and long skirt, which was calm and elegant, and looked down-and-out.
The staff who guided the process informed them of the immediate entry into the practice room through the group number.
Liao Tang looked around and found that Lu Tingye didn't seem to have come to the rest area, and he was about to enter the practice room to get ready to play, and he still had to ignore the game process.
Liao Tang thought indignantly, it was really that kind of self-righteous male star.
"Group 0006 enters the practice room!"
Liao Tang walked in with the group members in order, and there were free practice points inside, but each person only had about 3-5 minutes of practice time.
Liao Tang glanced at it and inadvertently saw Lu Tingye sitting in the corner practicing. When he plays the piano, there is a quiet soft light on the side of his face, as if he has long forgotten this noisy world.
At that moment, Liao Tang's heart was touched, she looked away, and found that there were also girls in the practice group who were watching him deeply.
Their little eyes that are "like wolves and tigers"-
"Okay, okay, you guys hurry up and go find the piano to practice, Lu Tingye has been staying for more than an hour. The woman in charge shouted at them.
At that time, Lu Tingye had already practiced his repertoire on stage many times, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest flaw in his performance.
He requires himself that since he is a public figure, he must be meticulous in all aspects. That's the responsibility and obligation of his profession, regardless of age, just status.
Liao Tang recalled Lu Tingye's dance videos, music creation videos, and acting videos published outside his mind...... She soon entered the state of piano playing, and a powerful obsession infected her, telling her that success was not easy to come by.
After three or five minutes, the staff began to read the next contestant waiting to enter the concert hall.
"Liao Tang," after hearing the name, Liao Tang got up and prepared to play, but heard the staff pause and say, "Disqualify from the game." ”
Liao Tang frowned, she was puzzled, and asked the staff: "Why?"
There were other players in the practice room who tilted their heads slightly, their eyes full of sympathy, but they were glad that there was one less competitor in their hearts.
The staff ignored her inquiry, and then shouted: "Cheng Yinyin, follow me into the concert hall." ”
Seeing that a contestant behind him was about to take the stage, Liao Tang resisted the urge to tear his face with him and find out.
But in fact, when the girl Cheng Yinyin passed by her, she gloated and sneered in her ear.
Liao Tang's nails pinched the palms of her hands, no matter how arrogant and domineering she was before, but in such a fair, open, and many famous musicians' judging competition, all she could do was respect.
If the fuss continues, it will only add gloom to the original nervousness of all the players who have carefully prepared for the competition.
Liao Tang pretended to have nothing to do and sat down, calmly flipping through the score, Brahms's music was restrained and serious, and the consistent style of his works was profound and rational.
"Do you like Brahms?"
Liao Tang raised his head, and in the very dimly lit room, the faint light fell into Lu Tingye's eyes, like a hazy veil.
I don't know when he walked up to her.
"He's a weirdo. Liao Tang smiled slightly, and did not respond to his question directly.
"Can you play Hungarian Dance No. 1?" Lu Tingye asked.
"Yes," Liao Tang said in a clear voice, paused, and said, "Because it is a four-handed joint play, I am not proficient." ”
Lu Tingye's face was indifferent, and he said lightly, "Come with me later." ”
Liao Tang squinted his eyes, although he didn't understand why Lu Tingye did this, he still hooked the corners of his mouth and asked, "Don't question my strength?"
"I'm here. ”
For many years later, Liao Tang would always remember this moment, a thin teenager in a black tuxedo walked in front, and she followed her to the center of the stage.
The faces of the audience were blurred in the dark, and the Steinway grand piano shimmered in the light.
With indispensable smiles, the two of them bowed deeply to the audience, quite on the same stage.
Liao Tang sat in front of the piano, and the fragments of the four-hand joint play of "Hungarian Dance No. 1" with Teacher Shu kept emerging, and Lu Tingye, who was close at the moment, also gave her a nameless sense of security.
As the slender fingers drop the keys, the melody of the piano sounds, soft with a hint of melancholy, and then the rhythm becomes active. Liao Tang was completely immersed in the music, and she seemed to be pulled by a force to play the emotional theme in the middle.
Lu Tingye's fingers naturally leaped on the keys, vividly interpreting the beauty and enjoyment of music.
Finally, the first part of the piece was repeated, and the two ended the performance in a warm and cheerful atmosphere.
There was silence for a moment, followed by an explosion of applause.
At the judges' seat, there was a teacher's eyes showing appreciation, and a doctor of music and art asked curiously, "Lu Tingye, I remember that you should be the individual group of the youth competition, right?"
"Yes. ”
"Who is this little girl next to you?"
Lu Tingye said: "A player who was notified to be disqualified. ”
Liao Tang looked at him and was stunned.