The concert hall was full of people, and countless people stood in the hall on the first floor chatting casually, looking at those around them intentionally or unintentionally, with a hint of exploration and hostility.

All the players who can make it to this round are the best of the best.

In the last decade, the strongest young people have all gathered here to compete for the last seat.

Fu Tuo weighed the number plate in his hand, ignored the eyes of the people around him, walked to the front of the staff, and handed out his identity documents.

"Hello, where are you from?"

"Virginia Cruises." Fu Tiao replied without thinking.

"The Virginia?" The staff was stunned, and flipped through the documents in their hands for a long time: "Huh? ”

Fu Tiao thought for a while, glanced at the document in his hand again, and then spoke.

"I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else just now, a little distracted, this is my identity, my name is Fu Diao, a native of China."

"Huh? Okay, okay, please wait a minute, I'll check it out here......"

This was just a small episode, the staff picked up Fu Tuo's certificate and compared it with the document in front of him, and after confirming that the two were correct, he returned the certificate.

He stretched out his hand and motioned for Fu Tiao to follow the other staff member standing on the side, and let him follow the guide to his piano room.

On qualifying day, all players who have not yet competed will have two hours of practice time to recover before the competition.

The staff stood at the door and checked the form in their hands and confirmed with Fu Tiao.

"Dior, I'll check with you here, you are the second contestant to appear this morning, at 10:30, the qualifier will be played for 30 minutes, and you will submit the composition, Chopin Ballade for Piano No. 3, Chopin Nocturne Op27-1, Chopin Etude Op10-4, 25-10, Chopin Mazurka 30-3, 30-4......"

The staff quickly checked Fu with the piece he was going to play next, and confirmed the version he was going to play by the way.

Versions are very important, although the tone is similar, but there is a slight difference between many versions, if the judges and the contestants do not use the same version of the score, it is easy to cause misjudgment, resulting in a large drop in scores.

After confirming everything, the staff quickly left.

Everyone is extremely serious, meticulous, and completes their work with quality and quantity as much as possible.

Although it feels a little too serious, this sense of estrangement is the way to get the players into the state faster.

"Is this the Chopin International Piano Competition...... It's really a bit stressful. ”

After the figures of Fu Diao and the other staff completely disappeared from his sight, he sighed, sat down on the piano bench quickly, closed his eyes, stroked the keyboard in his hand, and fell gently.

While......

The sound of the piano sounded, clear and transparent, rippling his heartbreak.

The timbre is better than all the pianos he has ever played, and the performance of the piano is far better than in the past.

Fu Diao's eyes lit up slightly, and his fingers ran quickly on the piano keyboard.

The speed began with a slight pause and gradually became faster and faster.

Every note is so clear and transparent, without any impurities.

Piano, almost perfect.

And his playing is also better amplified on this almost perfect piano, and some of the problems he had on the little piano in the room before are also magnified at this moment.

There is still a lot of time to spare, and it is better to find a problem before the game than to find a problem during the game.

He looked at the more and more flexible hands running in front of him, his eyes couldn't help but narrow slightly, and the corners of his mouth rose.

It felt like he was gradually taking control of his body, and the trace of stagnation that had previously frozen in his body was shattered in an instant under the running of the music.

Between the music, only his presence remains.

Fu Tiao, in the continuous running, finally raised his head with satisfaction, took out the sheet music he had shown to the staff before, and at the same time, took out his mobile phone.

He had an ability, the strongest of all the pianists he had ever met.

That is, imitation......

Compared with the latter paragraph, he specially asked the bartender to add a cigarette lit with white phosphorus, and the technical content is really sufficient, which is the previous paragraph.

Jazz does not have a completely unified expression, everything in jazz is improvised.

After listening to it once, he was able to perfectly interpret all the improvisations that Lao Hei played on the spot, which is the real power.

Now, as he did then, he needs to devote all his energy to listening, to recall these Chopin's works, and how they should be played.

Fu Tiao turned on his mobile phone, found the Chopin recordings he often listened to according to his memory, quickly memorized the content on the Chopin recordings, and integrated everything into his fingers.

Coupled with the practice a few days ago, although his level is not stronger than that of the master, it is definitely enough!

And the dancing of his fingers in the air, from the beginning of the youth, gradually became more and more skillful, and the beauty in the music became more and more vigorous.

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the time came to ten o'clock.

Inside, the sound of the piano faded out, and outside, the heavy sound of bells shattered the heavy haze.

Chopin International Piano Competition, Qualifiers, Start Now!

Listen to the sound outside the house, and if that's right, the first contestant has already taken the stage.

10:15.

Knock Knock......

"Fu Tune, your competition is about to start, please ......"

The staff knocked on the door with the clipboard, then slowly pushed it open, and then couldn't help but be stunned.

Fu Tiao had already prepared everything.

Dressed in a crisp suit and tweaking his cuffs with his fingers, he stood in front of the window looking out at the square.

He heard the voice of the staff, turned his head slowly, looked at him with a slight bow, and said softly.

"I see, let's go."

……

At this moment, inside the concert hall on the roof.

The qualifiers were not held in the Chopin Main Concert Hall in the Warsaw National Philharmonic Hall, but in the small concert hall above the main concert hall.

It is a small concert hall, and there is no difference in the height of the seats, except that there are hundreds of chairs in one room, and in front of all the chairs is a high platform about half a meter high, on which a piano is placed.

The lighting was dim, and there was only a faint light behind the curtain and on the sides of the concert hall, and there was no other light source.

Everyone sat in their chairs and listened quietly to the first contestant of the day.

Eric Sandra, a native of Poland, performed "Chopin Nocturne 27-1, Etudes 10-5, 10-7, 25-11, Mazurka 59-1, Ballade No. 4." ”

Several judges sat in their chairs with extremely serious expressions, carefully flipping through the scores brought by the contestant, and picking out the details.

Some of them heard about 8 things wrong with Eric Sandra, so they put down the music in their hands and sentenced her to death in their hearts.

Only one or two listened attentively.

However, their more uniform step is to give this person a failing grade.

In the Chopin International Piano Competition, there are only three mistakes that the competition gives you.

And for the rest, you need to pay with your grades.