Chapter Ninety-One: The Fantasy Chronicle
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There is nothing abrupt about the sound of a trumpet, but it is strange that the trumpet is the characteristics of the instrument itself. The trumpet, commonly known as the trumpet, is often responsible for the melodic part or the high-pitched rhythm, and is also the instrument with the highest vocal range in the brass family. The timbre is strong, sharp, and brilliant, with a loud, crisp, high-pitched sound, with a high degree of playing skill and rich expressiveness.
Generally used in military bands, orchestras, wind ensembles, jazz bands or jazz in general, as for rock bands or modern pop groups, there are few trumpeters like this, at least Ren Xing knows that there are no more famous bands in China on this earth, and many of the instruments in the bar were bought by Chen Baida at that time and thrown aside.
So this is very surprising, because the melody just now, it is not a small screw horn blindly blowing, it definitely shows the level of the player, Ren Xing was naturally surprised, he originally thought that Wang Xiaotian was probably a dead shaker, a person who could not live without the violent drum beat and torn strings, but he didn't expect to be so skilled in this niche instrument, it seems that his previous evaluation of him was a little distorted.
The sound of a horn inside the bar (trumpets are commonly known as small trumpets. It had already stopped, Ren Xing also took a step under his feet, walked in, and felt a coolness, just standing at the door and listening for a while and not feeling hot, because he could listen attentively, he stopped at this time and only felt that he couldn't stay outside.
Bypassing the bar, Ren Xing saw three people standing on a fan-shaped stage in the center of the bar, and under the light, an old man in his fifties who was full of tide was holding a saxophone and demonstrating to two young people with diametrically opposed postures.
Saxophone is a popular name in China, the correct way to say it is called saxophone, this instrument was first appeared in the military band, because it was born late, so it was not stained with the light of classical music, and the saxophone was really taken seriously, or because of the fire of jazz. Ren Xing originally wanted to quietly listen to the rock king play jazz's exclusive instrument for a while, but Wu Qing had already turned his head to see him and called out to him.
The three of them looked at each other, and Ren Xing couldn't hear it secretly, so he stood up and threw a helpless look at the stage.
"That trumpet is so good, have you practiced it?" Pointing to the trumpet on the drum kit, Ren Xing walked over slowly, looking for a topic and talking.
Wang Xiaotian also put down the saxophone in his hand, he was just just passing the time to play, and when the person he was waiting for came, he put it down. Waving his hand, he said, "It's not worth mentioning, it's just boring and casual fun when you were young." ”
When I was young, I played casually and still have this level? Although he knew that there must be boasting in this, Ren Xing still gave him a thumbs up, anyway, the level of the section just now really didn't have to be said, at least Ren Xing began to miss Wan Qing's music.
Wu Qing and Wang Meng both looked at Ren walking over, both of them were excited, "Teacher Wang is indeed very powerful, before you came, his old man also taught us a lot of knowledge about musical instruments, this is all the experience of our predecessors." ”
When Ren Xing heard the word "old man", he was immediately happy, and glanced at Wang Xiaotian, he really had no smile on the side, although he pretended to wipe his goatee and looked peaceful, but the look on his face was not very happy. Then Ren Xing straightened his face and nodded seriously, "That's a good point, I want to learn more from Mr. Wang in the future." ”
After finishing speaking, Ren Xing went over and pulled Wang Xiaotian, whose face quietly turned dark, and walked to find a place to sit down near the bar, while Wu Qing and Wang Meng were learning the valuable experience that Wang's predecessors had taught them just now.
After the two sat down, Ren Xing stopped joking, and when he saw Wang Xiaotian looking at the fire in his eyes, he couldn't help but shudder, and went straight to the point: "What made you come in person?" ”
Ren Xing's mentality is different from the first time he met Wang Xiaotian, after all, Wang Xiaotian was just a strange passerby at that time, and now no matter what, Wang Xiaotian reached out and pulled him in the storm, and for this alone, Ren Xing should give him a certain amount of respect.
And Wang Xiaotian's tone on the phone at that time was very eager, and his behavior was also very eager, so quickly rushed from Haishi to Chongqing, and then quickly rushed to the bar to meet, presumably it was not a small matter, so Ren Xingcai asked like this.
Even Ren Xing has been mentally prepared, if this old Mr. Wang really has to play rock and roll, it doesn't hurt for him to take the time to make a rock album.
Unexpectedly, this old Mr. Wang wiped a goatee, with an unfathomable look on his face, and smiled mysteriously, "Naturally, it's a big deal." ”
Ren Xing's heart sank, what this old man said was so mysterious, should he really take the opportunity to blackmail himself, his fingers kept tapping the table, and he muttered for a moment, "You say." Before the two words came out, Ren Xing was already thinking.
Do you have to announce that you have entered the rolling circle in a high-profile manner?
Or do you want to make a grand oath to enter the circle by yourself?
Seeing Wang Xiaotian pulling his goatee and still looking unfathomable, the smile with slightly squinted eyes seemed to have the shadow of a charlatan decades ago, Ren Xing scared himself into a cold sweat.
But as soon as Wang Xiaotian spoke, Ren Xing didn't react for a while, and was stunned there.
Wang Xiaotian said: "Chengdu will hold the Qingfeng Music Festival on the 20th of next month, and your band is on the list." ”
"What's going on?" Ren Xing was really confused, there was only this question in his mind, and his fingers tapping on the desktop were still stuck in the air.
Qingfeng Music Festival is the second music festival brand founded by the famous domestic music label Fantasy Ji, the first music festival brand is naturally Fantasy Ji, Fantasy Ji is the first original music festival in China, and it was once the loudest live music brand in the field of modern music in China. Every year, dozens of well-known bands from home and abroad are invited to perform, and tens of thousands of avid music fans flock from all over the country.
But the main theme of the music festival is rock, which is the smallest of the niche, after suffering the blow of the domestic market recession, the music festival brand of Fantasy Ji has gradually lost its former brilliance, so Fantasy Ji launched the second music festival brand "Qingfeng", Qingfeng's temperament is more diverse, more youthful, romantic, and love, and on the whole it caters to the taste of the public, and the main song is also a popular folk song in recent years.
Most of the bands or singers who can really set foot on the stage of the Qingfeng Music Festival have a certain accumulation of fans, because the form of the music festival is like this, compare it as commercialization, and the band or singer who invites must be attractive, and the names of the bands or singers that appear on the list can attract the audience to buy tickets, so that the organizer can make a profit, after all, all bands are invited by the organizer.
But Ren Xing knows very well that the current fame of the Kaleidoscope Band is not enough to reach the point of being invited by Fantasy Ji, so there is only one possibility, that is, someone recommends it.
Ren Xing looked up at the old man with a goatee sitting across from him with a kind smile on his face.