After a short break, Camilo gritted his teeth and followed Fu Tiao to the other two's room, that is, Taha and Mira's room, and knocked lightly on the door.

Camilo originally thought that the two of them should be like him, and he felt very uncomfortable with going to rehearsal just after the break, and even wanted to get a good night's sleep.

I just didn't expect that the moment the door of the house in front of him opened, Mira and Taha had already changed their clothes into a very relaxed dress, and then carried their piano case on their backs, looked at Camilo who opened the door, and asked with a smile.

"Let's go?"

"Go ......"

Speechless, Camilo pulled the viola sheet music in his hand and followed behind the two of them, walking towards Fu Tune.

He really couldn't understand the people in front of him, didn't they really feel tired and tired at all? That's outrageous, isn't it?

Are you kidding!

After almost ten hours in the car, I came to Salzburg, and I had just come here to enjoy the facilities of this five-star hotel, and I was about to get ready for rehearsals.

Are there so many artists around who don't want to listen?

Are there any other art events you don't want to see?

Please, look at the excitement of the tourists around you, a little bit of empathy, this is a music festival, it's a festival, you know? Festivals are meant to be happy, they are meant to be joyful, why are you so serious? Even if you're a festival performer, shouldn't you be so serious?

Don't you really feel tired at all?

At the very least, Salzburg's specialty, Mozart chocolate, has to buy a little, right? Mozart's former residence and the Mozart Museum?

They didn't go to so many places, they didn't even look at them, and after they came to put down their luggage, they immediately discussed going to rehearsals.

This group of people is really ......

……

"Perverted!!!"

Not only Camilo, but a reporter who was downstairs at this moment looked at the information he had gotten and the artists who worked at the Salzburg Festival, his eyes were full of shock.

"I thought Argerich was a special case, but I didn't expect each of these other artists to work so hard! This is really...... It's amazing! ”

Ruz, a Spaniard, is a special correspondent for music magazines who specializes in covering music festivals in various parts of the world.

That is, he originally wanted to talk to Argerich when he first saw Argerich downstairs and see what Argerich thought, but he didn't expect Argerich to ignore him directly and run all the way to practice.

Although it is a little embarrassing, for him as a reporter, it is actually okay, not so uncomfortable.

You have to know that this kind of is simply ignored, and there are many other people who have an even worse attitude towards him.

There are even people who directly spray him as a spicy chicken, so what does it matter if you don't care about this?

He came to the Salzburg Festival this time and did not set his sights on the performance of the festival.

There are too many people doing this kind of topic, and there is nothing brilliant about it.

So he chose to focus his attention on the pre-performance rehearsals at the Salzburg Festival, photographing and editing the pre-performance images.

Because he is a guest editor of a music magazine, he is not so restricted in his access, except for the fact that he has to pay for his own room.

And even if he pays these room fees, as long as he can write a relatively good manuscript, they can still be reimbursed for such a simple accommodation fee.

He was looking at the information he had gathered in the last few days, his eyes full of shock.

"I always thought that those musicians came to these festivals, and they were similar to us, coming to play and trading, and leaving directly after playing, but they didn't seem to be like that at all!"

He looked for several photos, looked at the content on them and doubted himself for a while, doubting that this was really taken by him?

He looked at the pictures of his elbows, looking for the artists hidden in the crowd, but he looked through them for a long time, and he didn't find any artists playing here, not even looking at the excitement.

Is it because they don't like to be lively?

Apparently not.

Because......

The piano room in the city center was full.

Many of the rooms have closed reservations and said that people without reservations are not allowed to come near them.

The sudden road closure was clearly someone in it.

He quietly asked someone to help make an appointment for the piano room, and then found out that ......

Many, many piano rooms are filled with top maestros.

There are people who have their own piano rooms, such as Argerich, who started practicing at a friend's house in Salzburg, and he has no way to photograph Argerich practicing.

But the others are different, many people who have not practiced the piano, that is, those small musicians and artists, will choose to do their final practice in the piano room.

The dense crowd occupied every minute of the piano room.

Ruth stood in the corner of the piano room and quietly took pictures of those people, shooting each of their artists into it.

The more you shoot, the more shocking it is.

And even if he had returned to his home, there was no way to suppress it.

It's all practicing, everybody is practicing.

Especially......

Ruth took out a photo of the foursome of Fu Tuo, Camilo, Mila and Taha, and looked at the four above, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

"The most perverted of them is these four people, this person on the piano should be called Dior, right? Diorfu, I heard that a piano student from China, won the championship of the Chopin International Piano Competition a year ago, and at the same time won the title of the best piano concerto of the year, which is very powerful, not only that, but a year later, he entered the Ruhr Piano Festival for the first time, and he directly won this year's Best Newcomer of the Year, or the Best Achievement Award of the Ruhr Piano Festival! This kind of person must be the kind of person who runs around the world, right? Why is he still practicing? ”

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, Argerich he knew, Argerich belonged to the kind of person who didn't practice the piano for half a year, and practiced the piano for half a month, and the skill she was most proud of was her practice efficiency.

When it comes to the efficiency of her practice, she is probably the number one pianist in the world.

Because she was too nervous, she was able to practice other people's works for half a year in one night, and practice for ten hours in a row.

And she can also go without practicing for half a year or even a year, and her state will not decline.

This Dior is obviously similar to Argerich, although his fame can already be regarded as very good, and he can also have a reputation in the world.

I have never heard the legend that he doesn't practice the piano, so it means that Fu Diao should practice the piano every day.

And such a pianist who practices every day is still practicing before the Salzburg Festival starts?

He is not the kind of practice that keeps the feeling of the hand, but he is practicing very hard, and the practice time is basically ten hours.

Are you kidding???

Ruth looked at Fu Diao full of doubts, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't imagine that a person like Fu Tiao practiced the piano for ten hours a day.

They can't just bring their phones in and play with them, and then practice while they play with their phones...... What a fart!

They are all famous pianists, and they are not students in the conservatory, how can this happen?

But if they didn't bring their phones to play in the piano room, how could they stay in the piano room for ten hours?

This one is also outrageous.

Not just Fu Tiao, but also other people around him.

As a music journalist, he doesn't know musicians too well, even if they're not very well-known.

As long as they can have a little bit of fame, like Camilo, he can get to the bottom of this group of people.

It's still Camilo, for example, others may not know what his level is, but he knows it as a journalist.

This man has been particularly eye-catching with the Berliner Philharmoniker recently, and it can even be said that he has single-handedly led the development of the Berliner Philharmoniker's viola and given the orchestra more new strength.

The lack of reputation does not mean that the person's level is not good, it just means that the person does not have much reputation, that's all.

And Camillo, the principal viola of a future orchestra, did not show any pride as a principal, but accompanied Fu Tune to practice for a full ten hours without any slack.

At the very least, he spent ten hours in the piano room.

Not to mention the other two, one is the cello's future hope, as strong as Ma You.

The other is a violin virtuosity maniac, who goes in the direction of Paganini.

Normally, any of these people should be the top artists in the world, and they have all reached such a state, and they basically don't write for as long as they practice every day like those ordinary people.

Because there is basically no problem with their basic skills, and the problem they have is only in the details of the music.

This group of people practiced so hard before the festival, then there were only two possibilities.

First, they are pushing the limits of music and seeing what they can do with it.

The second is that they have no idea that they are going to play on stage later, and their current behavior is just ...... Making a last minute effort.

These two possibilities made Ruth think about them, and he felt that he was more inclined to the first possibility than the second.

What kind of scene is the Salzburg Festival, the strongest music festival in the world is joking with you, if you just run over without any preparation, and spend a few days preparing for the festival, then you will have only one possibility.

Become a joke at the Salzburg Festival, a joke for artists all over the world.

And can any one of these people afford such a consequence?

It's clear that there isn't a single one!

Ruth looked at the photo he had taken in his hand, lowered his head and remembered the scene when he first met Fu Diao and Camilo at that time, the seriousness of Fu Diao in the elevator and Camillo's optimism, he couldn't help but squint his eyes and slowly shook his head.

"It seems that they can't expect their own performance!"

Bite!

The phone that Ruth had put aside suddenly rang, and Ruth glanced at the number on it, and the seriousness on his face immediately dissipated and became flattering.

"Hello? Chief editor? Good afternoon, I hope you have a good day, is there anything you can do? ”

"What's the matter? Ruth! Let me remind you, it's been a long, long time since you sent me a new manuscript, although I know that it is not easy for you to write music manuscripts, classical music can't always be like those paparazzi chasing those music stars around, chasing people's privacy or something, but ...... You're a journalist! Did you hear that? You're a journalist! Labor and management don't fucking give you money to be chic outside, what labor and management want is a report, an interview with various artists! Do you fucking understand? Let me ask you, what about the manuscript of labor? It, where is it!! ”

Even though Ruth had put the phone far away from his ears in advance, when he heard the sound in his ears, his face couldn't help but change, and then he said softly with a more flattering smile.

"I know, I know, editor-in-chief, you don't have to worry, please rest assured, the manuscript is already being written, I have made appointments with several artists here, and they have also decided to accept my interviews, such as Argerich, Lang Liangyue, Ma You, Kapustin, editor-in-chief, I assure you, it must be a name that you are familiar with! This manuscript will definitely make you feel satisfied, please trust me! What I'm saying is true! ”

"Well, I know, don't worry, if the manuscript is not completed, I will not mention any reimbursement to you at all, you believe me!"

"Yes, yes, no problem, I won't go too far, I'm about to start the interview with a few artists, editor-in-chief, don't worry, tomorrow, tomorrow will definitely give you a little surprise!"

"Yes, yes, I've written a few times before, but please believe me this time, really, I've completely changed, and I'm really confident in what I've written! You won't be disappointed this time! ”

“……”

He promised repeatedly, even if he was not in front of the editor-in-chief, he was still extraordinarily flattering.

After ten minutes or so of promises, the editor-in-chief's anger gradually dissipated under the attack of his soft and hard fire extinguisher, and he took a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and collapsed in his chair.

"Old thing, exploit me so much every day, sooner or later I will strike with the union people and blow up your gold coins!"

After finishing speaking, he himself was happy, and seemed to imagine the scene of his exploitation of the editor-in-chief, and the whole person became cheering.

He spun around in his chair, reached for the concert ticket that was placed in the corner of the table, looked at what was written on it, flicked it with his fingers, and whistled.

"My career is pinned on you, I hope you can give a little more effort, otherwise, I feel like I can only make a manuscript out......"

“……”

"That's probably how it is."

Fu Tiao didn't know that someone was thinking about him, so he took the sheet music in his hand, opened it, and pointed to the p on the last chord on it and spoke to everyone.

"Let's play in the direction we practiced before, we are all ready to do this, and there is no way back."

"Please, don't be so serious, you're talking like we're going to die, it's just a music festival!"

Camilo complained on the side, and then pointed to the sheet music in Fu Diao's hand, his face full of sadness.

"Dior, you know what? I've watched the sheet music in your hand go from a brand new sheet with no 1 centimeter thick sheet music to the current tattered, a lot of folds, covered with characters, and you don't even want to collect scrap sheet music, so you let us go and let ourselves go, okay? Give us a little space, I'm so tired, ten hours! ”

He stretched out his hands and stretched them out, compared to a ten, with a sad face: "Ten hours, ten hours!" Do you know how I got over these three days? I didn't ever be so ruthless when I first started learning the viola since I was a child, and you, Dior, you directly pushed me beyond my practice limit! Let me start from a tight teenage boy to become baggy, you see the corners of my eyes! This is what you forced me to do! Woowoo woo ......"

Looking at Camilo who was playing with treasures, Fu Tiao twitched the corners of his mouth, and before he could say anything, Mila on the side spoke.

"Fu Tuo, I want it!"

“？”

Camilo's originally convulsive body paused, looking at Mira, who was a little big behind him, full of puzzlement.

"Huh? You want? What do you want? ”

"Sheet music, why do you think?" Mira glanced at Camilo blankly, pointed to Fu Tune's tattered sheet music and said: "This is a treasure that no number of people can ask for, if you don't want Dior in the future, you can give it to me." ”

“……”

Camilo froze in place with his mouth open as if he had been struck by lightning, and then jumped with his fists like thunder.

"It's a metaphor, do you understand the metaphor? I'm just giving an example, and I'm not saying that no one wants Dior's score! So, Dior, you see me by you every day...... For the sake of practicing for so long, remember to consider me when you don't need the sheet music later! ”

"And me~"

The taha on the side leaned against the wall, and the lines of his body were exceptionally rounded.

She smiled and took a sip of the coffee in Fu Xuan's hand and said with a smile.

"Don't forget me, I'd love to see what Dior says in your score."

"Hey, hey, don't rob me! Obviously I came first, I said I wanted Dior's score first, don't go too far! ”

"Huh? Didn't I say it first? Mira tilted her head and blinked.

Seeing that the three people around him were gradually developing towards Camilo, Fu Diao didn't know what to say, so he could only spread his hands helplessly.

"We'll talk about it when the concert is over, but shouldn't we focus on our festival now, after all, ......?"

Fu Diao walked to the edge of the backstage curtain, reached out and pulled out a small slit to look at everything outside the window, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"The stage is ready for us."

Arrival in Germany

(End of chapter)