Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1297, Section 517: A Remote Showdown on the Eve of the Preliminary Round!
"Wow!"

The applause on stage continued, and it was clear that the children of the Shipo Choir were very excited.

"Thank you, Teacher Fang!"

We will certainly not let you down!

Everyone responded to Teacher Fang and his magic seed by shouting.

"Plant a seed in your heart, dala di dala!"

Some people even started singing, and then someone else followed with the next line.

"——————There's magical magic!"

The songs quickly blended together, and as Fang Zheng looked at the smiling faces before him, he felt as if he had returned to that rainy night.

That same night, he and his friends did the same.

Perhaps this is why he wanted to share a story from the past with the children. He hoped to tell everyone through a small story from his own growth that sometimes when words fail to describe emotions, that's when it's time to sing. As long as you seize that moment, you can create miracles.

For young Fang Zheng, that rainy night's a cappella performance was the most miraculous day of his life.

"Great! Sing it out loud like that!"

Fang Zheng stepped forward, cupped his hands around his mouth, and shouted, "Singing is simple! You just need to open your mouth!"

The adorable and resounding burst of courage once again converged into a spell, illuminating the quiet afternoon of an ordinary school day.

"OKGo, come on, come on!"

"OKGo, come on, come on!"

Tang Xiaoxing waved her right hand and sang along with everyone, but her left hand tried to join in the accompaniment several times without actually doing so.

It wasn't that she couldn't play the accompaniment with one hand, nor that the effect of playing with one hand wasn't good enough; it was just that after hearing Teacher Fang Zheng's story, she couldn't help but think about the scene of that rainy night.

Several students from different vocal parts were trapped in the music room because of the heavy rain, so they sang the pieces they had rehearsed to bolster their courage.

Without a conductor or accompaniment, everyone just sang a cappella—what a wonderful feeling!
That's why she hesitated several times before not raising her hand to join in, as if the accompanying piano music would interrupt the atmosphere at the moment.

She knew that the atmosphere at that moment was incredibly precious to everyone present.

This applies to herself as well.

In this situation, she seemed to have gained a new understanding of a sentence that her grandfather had mentioned to her more than once.

Grandpa said: Conducting is not a job that is entirely done within the music.

Yes, a conductor cannot speak through a baton; he needs other people's instruments to express his emotions. So rather than saying that a conductor's job is to direct music, it is more accurate to say that the conductor and the musicians are having a musical exchange.

So essentially it is a job that involves communication between people.

This has always been Tang Xiaoxing's understanding.

Throughout this rehearsal period, she communicated with each vocal part, with the piano accompanist Linlin, and with vocal technique instructor Fang. It can be said that the rehearsal process for the "Encounter" part went very smoothly under her guidance.

Because everyone would cooperate with her to adjust and modify any personal ideas she had about the work, striving to achieve the effect she wanted.

Grandpa said that the job of a conductor is communication, and an excellent conductor can achieve the desired musical effect by communicating with everyone.

She'll be going on stage tomorrow, so she can say she's confident everyone is on board.

But now, hearing everyone's courage burst forth in singing a cappella, she had some new feelings.

Although Linlin was mainly in charge of rehearsing the "Courageous Outburst," she was surprised to find that the way everyone sang this time had a completely different feel from the last time Linlin rehearsed.

Perhaps it was related to the little story that Teacher Fang shared before the competition, because she sensed that everyone had some different emotions during the performance.

She didn't know how to describe the emotion, but she thought it was very moving.

It was so moving that she dared not easily join in the accompaniment, for fear of interrupting the emotion.

So she wondered if singing "Encounter" with this kind of feeling would create some interesting live performances?
As a conductor, one must indeed use a decisive attitude to get everyone to cooperate in order to achieve the desired musical effect. But if one listens more to everyone's original voices and ideas, can the music become even more moving?

Tang Xiaoxing's new insight lies here: beyond a strong self-expression, the conductor should perhaps try to capture more of the inner emotions of the voice's subject.

Just like this moment.

Gradually, Tang Xiaoxing's vision became brighter and brighter. She didn't know if there was enough time, but she wanted to try out the new ideas in her mind at this moment.

Looking back at the rehearsal of "Encounter" that she led, the entire piece seems too packed with material. She has crammed almost all of her personal emotions into it, and now she wants to simplify things.

But how do we do this subtraction while also incorporating some of everyone's emotional expression?

Just then, she suddenly felt a gentle pat on her shoulder. She turned her head and saw Xiao Che's big, smiling eyes.

"Xiaoxing, I have a new idea."

Tang Xiaoxing smiled; she knew it. "That's such a coincidence."

So, in front of the piano, which was not noticed by Teacher Fang and the other students, the two little girls had a lively discussion.

In two minutes, the two exchanged no fewer than twenty sentences.

There wasn't a single wasted word during the conversation, as if the two had rehearsed this discussion countless times. In the end, they expressed their overwhelming excitement by giving each other a high five.

That's pretty much what it means to hit it off immediately.

"Snapped!"

A sharp crack from the piano instantly silenced the laughter on stage, and everyone turned to look.

The two little girls looked at each other, and then stood up from the piano at the same time.

They came to the center of the stage one after the other.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng smiled and gave up the command platform. He had witnessed this scene more than once. However, the competition was tomorrow, and there was not much time left for everyone.

"Teacher Fang."

As soon as the car started talking, Fang Zheng quickly covered his ears, "I'm not listening, you two hurry up."

Hahaha--

The audience was momentarily amused by Teacher Fang, but only for a few seconds before the stage fell silent again.

Just like Teacher Fang, every student in the choir knew that their conductor and piano accompaniment duo was about to pull off another surprise!

Xiao Guan raised his hand first: "Does the Little Sunflower Class need to temporarily step down?"

Xiao Che cleared his throat and said, "No need. We need to make some changes to the two pieces. The vocal parts will remain the same, and the Little Sunflower Class will still only sing 'Courageous Outburst'."

The students in the Little Sunflower Class nodded.

Tang Xiaoxing continued, "However, the students from the Little Sunflower Class need to stay on stage, and our final changes require linking the two works together."

A collaboration?!
The stage fell even quieter in an instant.

Xiao Che laughed: "That's right, everyone should feel the atmosphere of the stage together and grasp that feeling."

Everyone was confused, but Xiao Che didn't continue. She looked to the side, and Tang Xiaoxing nodded at her.

Then she went back to the piano and sat down.

Tang Xiaoxing clapped his hands to bring everyone's attention back, "From the moment we met, the change is very simple. We'll remove the last two lines of the final chorus."

Should we remove the last two sentences?
A commotion arose.

The choir members certainly understood what this meant, but what was the purpose of doing so?

Wouldn't that make the music incomplete?!

Fang Zheng's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed the moment he looked at the piano. He vaguely seemed to know what the two little ones were going to do, and for a moment he felt a chill run down his spine.

Could this be...?
"Ah Lin." Tang Xiaoxing didn't have time to explain too much to everyone. She believed that everyone would understand the meaning when they had their courage burst forth again later.

The little car in front of the piano starts playing from the beginning.

As the beautiful prelude of the piano began, Tang Xiaoxing did not use her hands to conduct this time, but instead swayed her light body to the rhythm of the music. "It's very simple. This time, everyone should imagine that this song is sung to themselves at a certain moment in the past, leaving the last two lines blank."

The choir members didn't have time to think any further, because the piano accompaniment had already started the verse.

"cloudy day--"

"winter--"

"The farewell—"

But some things don't need much thought; when the feeling comes, they just appear naturally in the song.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, the singing seemed to begin a reverse chronological order.

Gradually, Tang Xiaoxing raised her right hand.

Fang Zheng listened on stage for a while before stepping down. He was pretty sure what the two girls were up to.

However, before both pieces are rehearsed, he can't say for sure how much of a stage effect this approach will bring.

But he absolutely supports the children because he can feel that every child on stage is fully engaged.

moment.

"is this okay?"

As a soft voice came from behind him, Fang Zheng smiled and asked, "Why not?"

Then Zhang Miao walked over and sat down next to Fang Zheng, saying, "You'll be on stage tomorrow."

Fang Zheng scratched his head: "If the kids think it's okay, then it's fine. If the eldest son were here, I think he would agree too."

Seeing that Zhang Miao was still a little worried, he smiled and said, "Just listen, you'll find out soon enough, there's a surprise."

Zhang Miao: "I hope so."

Fang Zheng: "I know percussionists never like this. Well, things that have already been rehearsed are being changed over and over again. Your senior sister is the same way."

Zhang Miao: "You probably haven't counted more than a hundred rests."

Fang Zheng: "This is your habit, but for music, the most deadly thing is to remain unchanged."

Zhang Miao: "I admit that."

Fang Zheng grinned: "Listen up."
-
Teacher Fang really had magic powers today.

Just half an hour later, after Zhang Miao listened to the latest version of "Courageous Outburst," she was speechless.

She had guessed it would be like this, but when she heard the arrangement herself and saw the children's expressions at the end of the performance, she was deeply moved.

The echoes from the stage had barely faded when Fang Zheng's voice came from beside me: "How was it?"

"Well, how should I put it—" Zhang Miao said, taking out her phone, "Awesome."

Fang Zheng snorted and stood up. "But I have to help them finish up the rest."

Then he called out, "Come on, children, I think the ending can be further modified according to your ideas."

Fang Zheng returned to the stage, while Zhang Miao, who remained in the audience, sent Hai Tao a message with a smile.

'We're going to win'

About a minute later, Haitao gave a strong response.

'What a coincidence! I was just about to tell you that we've already won.'
-
Bookman's Concert Hall.

Haitao put away his phone and looked back at the stage. Even though a minute had passed since the children sang "I Want to See You" for the last time, he still felt a faint sense of happiness.

This is a kind of happiness about growing up.

No one expected that Wang Xiaohu would come up with such an idea when he was about to go on stage tomorrow.

Changing lyrics is no easy task.

Although he only changed a few words, Wang Xiaohu fundamentally changed the feeling presented in the song "I Want to See You".

Yan Zhen: "Young Master is truly remarkable."

Haitao: "Now I actually think it would be better to put 'Want to See You' in the second round."

Yan Zhen: "Indeed, I think so too, but now there's another question. Have the judges heard this song before?"

Haitao: "Damn, this is indeed a problem."

Yan Zhen: "But it doesn't matter, anyway, there's nothing wrong with the lyrics now."

Haitao: "No, no, haven't we already submitted our lyrics to the judging panel?"

Yan Zhen slapped his forehead: "Perfect."

On the stage.

Wang Xiaohu was not overly happy because the rehearsal progressed smoothly. He then went on to explain the changes to the second round of the work.

"My courage has exploded, I'm not giving orders anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, the stage fell silent.

In the last row of the audience, a teacher named An, who was texting with Grandpa Tang, looked up at the stage.

Then he lowered his head and continued editing.

Good.

After replying to Boss X, he then found the WeChat account of the teacher in charge of collecting information for this choral competition and updated the announcement information for the second round of the competition for the book singers.

"Teacher Liu, during the second round of the competition, you don't need to give instructions anymore."

moment.

Teacher Liu: Received from Teacher Li
After hesitating for a moment, Ang Lee ultimately decided not to submit the new lyrics for "Want to See You" to the other party.

Just leave it at that.

A minute later, Grandpa Tang's reply arrived: "It's nothing, it doesn't matter who uses it. I already told Qin Liming. Now I'm a little curious about how the two girls revised that piece."
Ang Lee was relieved to see this message, since the old master Tang's courage to ask Qin Liming to revise the film was for his granddaughter, which meant that he had been outmaneuvered.

Although he had already told Grandpa Tang about this, now that it involved the issue of announcing the program, he had to explain and ask for instructions again.

Ang Lee: I'm sorry to have troubled Uncle Tang again. I'll organize the video and send it to you after this competition is over.
Grandpa Tang: What trouble? I'll be waiting. You go ahead and get busy.
Putting his phone away, Ang Lee looked up at the stage again.

Wang Xiaohu had already returned to his vocal part and was standing in the first position on the left in the first row.

"It's not easy to give up the opportunity to stand on the command platform."

Ang Lee sighed.
-
In the evening, the two little girls finished their dinner and went back to their little house.

Ang Lee didn't ask them why they weren't practicing the piano that night. Judging from their hesitant expressions while eating, he knew that something interesting must have happened during the afternoon's rehearsal.

It's better that Fang Zheng and Zhang Miao didn't tell him; it saves him the trouble of finding out beforehand.

He wanted to see what the competition venue in Yudong District would look like tomorrow.

Practice the piano first, practice the piano first.

Upon arriving at 2201, Ang Lee hung the Crayon Shin-chan toys that his two children had given him that morning in the entryway.

It's a shame to use this as a keychain; hanging it on the door would definitely ward off evil spirits.

I was away for half a month and just landed. I will continue to update as usual until the end of the year. I apologize to everyone, I have been extremely busy in the second half of this year.