Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1217, Section 477: Truth or Falsehood? Little Tiger's Silent Anger

After two consecutive days of hard work, the playground stage matrix of the book people has finally been set up.

Including the secondary stage, there are a total of four stages.

For the safety of the students, the playground on the North Campus has been closed for the past few days.

However, it didn't really affect the students, because it was just too hot these past two days.

Even without a stage, it's impossible to have physical education classes on the playground.

This morning, Ang Lee was woken up by the heat again. He shouldn't have set a timer for the air conditioner last night.

During the two days that the school set up the stage, Ang Lee was able to get a good rest.

Yan Zhenhaitao is on the Shipo side, Lao Tang and Xu Li are on the Shuren side, and Xiao Yun and Meili are in the shop.

After serving as a manager for two days, Ang Lee also took advantage of this rare break to practice his concert repertoire.

Beethoven's Fourth Symphony Orchestra is basically ready; all that's left is to wait for the rehearsal with the Rotterdam Symphony Orchestra.

I'm about 20% on Rachmaninoff's Second Symphony; it's really hard to play.

Ang Lee plans to focus on working on this piece in late June.

"Good morning, teacher."

"Good morning, did you turn on the air conditioner last night?"

"I woke up in the middle of the night because of the heat and turned it on for a while. It feels like the heat came on really early this year."

Ang Lee echoed this sentiment, saying, "Don't turn it off when you're sleeping these next couple of days."

When it comes to this issue, the teacher and student have to admire Comrade Lao Li. Not only did he not turn on the air conditioner, but he also covered himself with a thick quilt.

Old Li: "I also drove it for a while last night."

Little White: "Meow!"

Old Li: "Last night I went out to use the bathroom and the two cats immediately ran back into the house."

Ang Lee: "Cats are also afraid of the heat. Have you noticed lately that Bawan doesn't sit on the windowsill to sunbathe anymore?"

Car: "Hahaha."

Ang Lee: "Go wash up quickly."

Car: "Yeah!"

After breakfast, the three family members, young and old, each began their own daily routines.

The little car goes to school.

Old Li went to the morning market.

Ang Lee then began his new day's work.

At 8:30, he drove Yan Zhen to Rongyuan.

Zhang Yunshu and Liu Zhaocheng had been waiting at the studio entrance for quite some time.

The folk music ensemble that provided the live music for the Book People Stage this time was the Rongyuan Youth Folk Music Ensemble.

It sounds impressive, but it's really just a student band.

Like the orchestral department, the folk music department also has its own rehearsal classes, which every student in the folk music department must attend and earn credits from.

Credits are a constant, but students come and go. Over time, the Rongyuan Youth Folk Music Ensemble was established on this basis.

Although they are a student orchestra, their skill level is undeniable. Last year, they even represented the school on a tour of Europe, receiving a lot of praise.

Of course, Ang Lee was also trying to save money.

If we were to hire a local community orchestra, it would probably cost an extra 20,000 yuan.

The four of them met in the studio and waited for about ten minutes before a group of folk music students carrying musical instruments arrived.

The leader was a boy wearing glasses.

"Hello, Teacher Li."

"Hello, hello, just call me senior brother."

With Zhang Yunshu's introduction, Li An shook hands with Wang Lusheng, the principal erhu player who was in charge of leading the team.

"Good morning, every body."

Then Ang Lee greeted the musicians who were accompanying him, asking, "Is this all?"

Wang Lusheng nodded, "Everyone's here. We'll proceed with the configuration as you provided. Everyone's here."

"Alright, alright." Li An nodded and looked around. "Let me briefly explain again."

"We're providing accompaniment for a school's Children's Day performance. There are six pieces in total. We'll have a simple rehearsal this morning, and then we'll go straight to the stage for a rehearsal tonight. Teacher Xing has explained everything to you, right?"

Everyone nodded.

Wang Lusheng said, "We received the sheet music yesterday, and Teacher Xing has already led us through it. Please listen to it in a bit and let us know if there are any things we need to pay attention to, and then we can make some changes."

Ang Lee looked at Lau Siu-shing and said, “Look at our folk music department.”

Everyone laughs.

Actually, it wasn't Ang Lee making a fuss about it; the folk music department at Rongyuan College has always been one step ahead of the orchestral department.

The reason is that the students of the orchestra are too free and undisciplined.

"Then let's get started."

Ang Lee introduced the musicians, saying, "This is Conductor Yan, your stage conductor. Just listen to him and do whatever he says."

As he spoke, a group of musicians put on their instruments and went on stage, and Yan Zhen went on stage to begin rehearsing the music.

Li An watched for a while from below the stage, and seeing that there were no problems, he left.

Before leaving, he told Liu Zhaocheng and the other man to wait there in the morning and lend a hand if they needed any help.

After leaving the studio, Ang Lee went to the music room to see Lao Wei, who was teaching a class to third-year students. Ang Lee listened for a while.

Then, during a break between classes, a junior student said, "Teacher, you're busy, I'll be going now."

"Why don't you have lunch before you leave?" Old Wei thought to himself, "You're already here."

Ang Lee waved his hand: "They're recording over there, I have to go."

Seeing that Li An had something to do, Lao Wei didn't linger. "Alright, then you go ahead and get busy. I'll have Lao Xing go over to the folk music troupe again."

"No need, teacher." Li An quickly waved his hand. "Don't trouble Teacher Xing. Let them do it themselves. Teacher Xing already helped them with it yesterday."

"Goodbye, teachers! Good luck! Final exams are coming up soon, so hurry up!"

"Goodbye, Senior Brother!"

"Goodbye, Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother, come visit often when you have time!"

"Okay! I'll definitely come over when you have your final exams!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"
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After leaving Rongyuan, Ang Lee went straight to Fu Tianming's recording studio.

We must finish recording the final audio before the official stage rehearsal tonight.

Most of the programs have been recorded in the past two days, with only a few large-scale programs remaining.

When he was almost at the recording studio, he received a call from Zhang Miao, who said he would be at Rongyuan soon.

“I’ve already left. Call Liu Zhaocheng; he’s there. Today’s main task is to prepare your program. If there are any problems later, discuss them with Yan Zhen. Make sure tonight’s rehearsal goes smoothly no matter what.”

Zhang Miao: "Understood! Don't worry, boss."
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Downstairs at Fuwen Media, Li An stopped his car and called Wang Wenyang.

The band's program has already started recording.

"teacher!"

"Hello, Teacher Li!"

"Hello, everyone. You've all worked hard."

Ang Lee walked through a group of children holding musical instruments as they waited, and entered the recording studio.

Wang Xiaohu was wearing headphones and conducting the trumpet section playing inside through the glass window.

Just then, Wang Xiaohu angrily put his hand down!
"They snatched it! They snatched it again!" The teacher in charge of recording the conversation smiled helplessly.

Upon seeing Ang Lee arrive, the sound engineer hurriedly stood up, but Ang Lee smiled and gestured for him not to worry about him.

Then, "It sounds alright to me."

Hearing laughter behind him, Wang Xiaohu turned around abruptly, and became even more anxious when he saw the teacher!

"The trumpet part has already been recorded four or five times!" Wang Xiaohu thought the recording would be very simple.

"Don't rush, don't rush, how many parts have you recorded yet?" Li An asked.

Wang Wenyang: "We are still recording the secondary account."

Liang Yudan: "We've been recording for half an hour already."

Wang Xiaohu: "Teacher, can we record together? Recording in separate parts is really too difficult."

Upon learning that the teachers finished recording in just two hours yesterday, Wang Xiaohu assumed that they would finish recording in one morning at most today.

Based on the current situation, if we continue recording like this, we might not be able to finish recording even by the time we finish the evening rehearsal.

Sound engineer: "Teacher Li, why don't we let the children record first, and then I'll revise the recordings the teachers made yesterday?"

Ang Lee waved his hand: "No, the workload is too much."

The sound engineer in front of me hasn't slept much these past two days in order to record for the book's program.

moment.

Ang Lee: "Is the trumpet not playing properly, or is it that they're not playing in unison?"

Wang Xiaohu: "Yes! Because the time spent in the empty room was too long, we recorded it several times and they still couldn't get in. So I gave them instructions to try and get in according to my prompts, but they still couldn't get in."

Wang Wenyang whispered, "It's really not easy to handle."

Ang Lee turned to him: "Can't they even listen to the melody?"

Liang Yudan: "Two children are okay, but the other two are a bit of a problem. If one of them makes a mistake, we have to start all over again."

Ang Lee understood: "I see."

"Kids, you can come out first." Ang Lee let the four trumpet students in the recording studio come out first.

The four children came out covered in sweat, while Yan Junze, who was in the lead, looked ashamed, as if it was his fault that the recording of the trumpet part could not be completed smoothly.

"Sit down and rest for a while, it's alright," Li An comforted her. "We have plenty of time, we can record again."

While they were talking, Li An came up with a plan, "Yu Dan, go and call Wu Yi Fan, and let her record it herself first."

Wang Xiaohu: "Should we record the flute first?"

Ang Lee: "Don't say anything, just listen and watch quietly from now on."

After a pause, he said, "Yan Junze, you four go out and rest for a while. We'll call you when we record again."

Yan Junze and his four trumpet teammates left the recording studio carrying their instruments.

Sound engineer: "Mr. Li, I'm afraid we won't be able to finish recording today at this rate."

Ang Lee: "So let's try a different approach. We'll have the principal singer of each section record it once, and then make several copies."

The sound engineer breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully someone sensible had come along. "Okay, Teacher Li."

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohu's expression changed. "Teacher, what about the others?"

Ang Lee: "Shut your mouth."

Wang Wenyang breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday, Lao Tang had announced in the group that every student who came to record today had to complete the recording task.

So when Wang Wenyang led the team over early in the morning, he told the sound engineer to make sure that every child's recording was used.

Now that Ang Lee has said this, the implication is that the children who are not the lead actors will just have to go through the motions in the studio.

This makes recording much easier.

When Lao Tang sent a notification in the group yesterday, Li An predicted that there would be problems today.

Although the team members participating in today's recording were selected, they are still a group of amateur students after all.

Apart from a few children who played the lead role, the remaining children lacked professional skills, and coupled with the tension of recording, the current situation is understandable.

Why did Ang Lee insist on having the children record their own recordings after the teachers had already done so?
Wouldn't the best recordings be those made by the teachers themselves during the performance?
Of course, using the teacher's recording can achieve the best live effect, allowing students and parents in the audience and viewers in the live broadcast room to see a perfect wind band performance.

But here's the problem: can a group of children really produce such perfect live music?

If Ang Lee were to actually do that, anyone with a modicum of knowledge would know it's absolutely fake.

Doesn't this mean the kids on stage are just faking it?
If the student orchestra performing this time were merely the school's school orchestra, then Ang Lee wouldn't care about outside opinions.

The problem is that this orchestra is now a branch of the Rong'ai Youth Symphony Orchestra.

If word got out that everyone on stage was faking their singing, they'd be laughed at to death by everyone in the industry.

The Blue Sky Group's concert was truly spectacular.

Comparing the two, a judgment is made.

However, in order to ensure the high quality of the entire performance, Ang Lee had to use live recording.

So in order to ensure both stage quality and authenticity, he had the teachers and children record, and then the sound engineer would do a post-production mix-up. Even if people could tell during the performance that it wasn't all just the children exaggerating, no one could deny that the kids on stage were genuinely exaggerating.

To save time, Ang Lee asked a few junior chiefs to record a short video first, as he wanted to hear the effect of tonight's rehearsal.

If the effect is not satisfactory, he wants to "compromise" and continue recording tomorrow. If that doesn't work, he'll have the teachers record it again, deliberately making more flaws. Anyway, there are still two days before the official performance, so there's plenty of time.

This is Ang Lee's idea and solution.

But Wang Xiaohu saw it differently.

He felt betrayed by his teacher.

In fact, he felt a little uncomfortable from the moment he learned that the band's performance would be recorded live.

Little Tiger didn't think about all that; he only knew that the students in the orchestra had been working very hard on rehearsals this semester.

Especially the students from the older team, while preparing for the Children's Day performance, also need to consolidate their practice of "Echoes Under the Stars".

Everyone worked so hard, but when it came time to go on stage, they were told that the performance would be recorded live.

In Xiao Hu Ge's eyes, using live recordings was like a closed-book exam suddenly turning into an open-book exam.

What's the point of everyone working so hard to memorize the material beforehand?

Since it's an open book anyway, and we're going to record it anyway!

But when he found out that the recording was supposed to use the teachers' recordings, he almost went berserk!
This means that not only is it an open-book exam, but they don't even have to write it themselves anymore; now the teacher will write it for them!

Doesn't this mean they've become nothing more than performers?!

Doesn't this mean all the hard work we've put in this semester has become meaningless?
He was happy that his teacher was willing to find a real conductor for the orchestra, even though he still didn't really like the conductor. But he knew his teacher was doing it for the orchestra's good.

He's willing to do anything as long as the band gets better and better.

In this matter, he can't see any sign that the teacher is acting in the best interests of the orchestra.

He felt a little better when he learned that some of his classmates would also be participating in the recording; at least some of their voices would be heard.

but
'Have the principal singers of each section record it once, then make several copies.'

Recalling what the teacher had just said, Wang Xiaohu seemed unable to control himself and raised his hand to wipe the corner of his eye.

Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at Wu Yifan in the recording studio, occasionally glancing at her.

He felt incredibly resentful for the other three flute students who came to record!

Because these three students had no idea that their recordings would not be used at the performance!

The teacher simply doesn't understand!

I don't understand why everyone is practicing so hard!

Why not let everyone really brag?!

The recording proceeded smoothly, and the pace quickened as it went on.

It's as if everything went incredibly smoothly after Ang Lee arrived.

Only Wang Xiaohu remained sitting there quietly, without moving.

He looked like an outsider, with headphones on his head.