don't call me singer

Chapter 1617 They Give Too Much
In an auditorium with a long history in Chaiyuan, Kirill Kliment Klovin, wearing a show dress, pushed open the door on the side of the stage with a breezy face, and strode into the stage scene.

The auditorium was decorated in festive colors, with lights and festoons everywhere, and there were still some scraps of colored paper left on the ground.

Because there are many traditional Russian festivals in January, the students of the college just held a carnival here not long ago.

In addition to New Year's Day on January 1, January 1 is Christmas in Russia, and it is necessary to welcome the old man of ice and snow.

And January 1th is the traditional Russian New Year.

Although this day is not a statutory holiday, many families are used to spending it grandly.

As for the Chaiyuan Symphony Orchestra, on January 1th, there was another very grand performance. As the conductor of the performance, Kirill led the Chaiyuan Symphony Orchestra to the stage.

As for Tokavsky, since he came back from China, he has stayed at his home almost every day, and has almost never been out. He doesn't know what he is doing, and seems to have accepted the fact that he has "lost power".

This made Kirill extremely excited. For this reason, he specially bought a brand new dress. His hair was a little messy on weekdays, and he even put on pomade every day.

He felt that this meant that he had finally taken over the baton of the Chaiyuan Symphony Orchestra.

And because of this, he has been seriously leading the band to rehearse every day recently, trying to correct some mistakes and bad habits that he thinks the band has.

"That fellow Tokavsky has ruined the whole band! All kinds of bad habits, I'm afraid it will take me several years to correct!" He complained about this in front of others more than once.Almost when I meet someone, I want to emphasize it again, as if I am afraid that others will not know.

Of course, only when he met Tokavsky himself, he never mentioned the so-called "bad problems".

But today, as soon as he walked into the venue, he was stunned.

Because he saw Tokavsky, standing in the center of the stage, on the podium.

"Ivan!" Seeing Tokavsky, Kirill froze for a moment, then quickly put on a smile, and strode over: "Why are you here?"

Tokavsky glanced at him when he heard the words, and seemed a little puzzled.

Why is he here?

His orchestra, why can't he come?

What is this Kirill talking about?
Then, he found a thinner figure behind Tokavsky's bear-like body.

There are not many hairs on his forehead, but his beard is as thick as weeds growing wildly in the field.

It was Oleg, the principal of Chai Academy.

There was a Chinese standing next to him.

Tokavsky glanced at Kirill, ignored him, and looked at the band members in front of him: "That's it, the school song competition invited us to be the accompanist, the principal and I both think it's a good idea." Opportunity, because there are many repertoires involved, so our rehearsal time is very tight, and I am afraid that everyone will have to spend more time on the band..."

Tokavsky pointed to the young Chinese beside him: "This is Ann. Everyone should have seen it. I believe everyone trusts and cooperates with An. Let An come to briefly introduce all the songs involved."

In the orchestra, some musicians waved and greeted An Ge. During the school song competition and performances at Dongyuan University, they were often taken care of by this influential student council president at Dongyuan University.

An Ge took out his mobile phone, briefly introduced all the tracks, and played some clips of the tracks.

"Because every singer has his own understanding of music, there may be a lot of communication in the future, and everyone needs to adjust it at any time. Of course, our singers also need everyone's professional advice..." An Ge said.

The musicians either nodded, thought, or took out their mobile phones to search for related tracks.

Kirill couldn't believe his ears.

what is this?
What is this all about?
"Principal, are we going... to accompany pop music? This... how can this be?"

Tokavsky turned his head and looked at Kirill.

If you just look at his expression, it seems that the sky is about to fall.

"Is there any problem? When we were in China, we have played the accompaniment many times. Don't worry, we can do it." Tokavsky said.

"I thought the school song competition was some kind of bel canto singing contest, opera competition... How can this work? How can this be possible! This can't be done!"

Kirill felt like his world was about to collapse.

"Pop music, those things...how can this be!"

"I don't think there is anything wrong." Tokavsky shrugged, and then he clapped his hands: "Okay, time is tight, let's get busy now."

"No, principal, there is still a concert on the 14th..." Kirill struggled desperately.

"It doesn't matter, I have performed those performances countless times, and I can complete them with my eyes closed." Tokavsky said, with a tone of indifference.

For Tokawski, this kind of performance, which he has to come to once a year, or even several times, is really without passion or even interest.

"This is art! How can you treat art like this!" Kirill stared wide-eyed, gasping for breath as if he had eaten a poisonous spider, and his neck was swollen.

If it weren't for the physical gap between him and Tokavsky, I'm afraid he would have rushed up and tore Tokavsky apart.

"Principal! This is really impossible!" Kirill turned to look at Principal Oleg next to him.

Oleg shrugged, turned and left.

The "cowardly Kirill", who is always teased by his colleagues, showed unprecedented bravery today.

He strode after him and said, "Principal, principal..."

Stopped by Kirill, the principal was a little helpless.

"Principal, the concert on the 14th is a tradition of our Chai Academy for decades. Even in the most difficult time, it has not been affected. How can such an important festival be so perfunctory, how can it not be taken seriously? Besides , our Chaiyuan Symphony Orchestra is going to accompany pop music...Principal!"

If Kirill was born 100 years earlier, I'm afraid he would kneel down and remonstrate bitterly.

Principal Oleg said helplessly: "Professor Cloven, I understand your painstaking efforts very well. I also think that the concert on the 14th is very important and should not be perfunctory. But we don't have much time and energy, so there must be a priority First and second..."

"Principal, of course our energy must be put on the concert. Principal, as long as you are willing to hand over the orchestra to me, I promise to present you a flawless performance that can be recorded in history..."

"Hmm..." Principal Oleg pursed his mouth slightly, but fortunately his beard covered up his fleeting expression of displeasure.

Then, he held Kirill's hand and sighed: "I'm sorry, Kirill, I personally support you very emotionally, but..."

"They gave too much..."

(End of this chapter)