Please, come home and practice the piano

Chapter 1381, Section 601: Flute Three? The Political Correctness of Rehearsals [Part 2]

Only after hearing what Wang Xiaohu said did Xiao Che notice that his teacher's wife's seat seemed rather inconspicuous.

Tang Xiaoxing nodded and said, "The position where Master's wife is sitting corresponds to the third part of the flute."

Wang Xiaohu asked in confusion, "Doesn't the orchestra for Rachmaninoff's Second Symphony only have two flute sections?"

Tang Xiaoxing explained: "One blows one, two blows two, or two blows one, one blows two."

Wang Xiaohu understood: "No matter what the situation, Master's wife can only play the second one."

Tang Xiaoxing: "Well, only the chief can sing the solo part."

As Fang Yongbo tapped his baton again, the string section began to play once more.

The dreamlike harmonies drew the three children's attention back to the stage.

Actually, Tang Xiaoxing was just thinking about whether his teacher's wife might play the solo part of the second movement.

Her assumptions weren't baseless.

She had seen many similar scenes, with soloists bringing their partners to these kinds of performances.

A soloist's partner, as a special guest, usually gets to perform a solo part of the performance.

This is an unwritten rule.

Musicians bring their partners to boost ticket sales for their performances, and the orchestra provides them with great stage opportunities.

For example, in the second movement of this piece, there is a very classic piano-flute interaction that is perfectly suited to the scene before us.

But the problem is still about seating.

The soloist's partner is usually seated in the lead position of their section.

Since it's just a temporary performance, the original principal singers of the vocal parts will readily give up their positions.

This is the situation Tang Xiaoxing has seen the most.

This was the first time she had ever seen such a situation: her teacher and his wife had come to help with rehearsals and performances, yet they had condescended to sit in the third-place seats.

Wang Xiaohu was waiting for the flute part to arrive. He felt something was off. Shouldn't his teacher's wife be playing this solo?

You should know that the teacher's wife is a guest.

Xiao Che didn't have so many thoughts; she believed that her teacher's wife would shine no matter where she sat.

Her attention was focused more on the piano.

Although she hadn't heard the teacher's complete first movement, she could vaguely sense the return of the teacher she knew from the very first phrase of the second movement.

From the melody to the free rhythm, Xiao Che doesn't even need to see who is playing; she can tell whether it's the teacher playing just by listening.

When a teacher is willing, a unique kind of personal emotion will emerge from his fingertips, just like these few casually strummed notes right now.

The car seemed to sense a group of small silver fish swimming under the ice of Lake Baikal.

What a beauty.

Xiao Che smiled, and suddenly wondered if this was related to her conversation with her teacher on the bus that day.

Perhaps the teacher took her little suggestion into consideration?

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The sound of the piano continued to flow slowly forward, and as the seventeenth movement came into view, Fang Yongbo looked toward the flute section.

The flute solo is coming up soon, and he needs to confirm with Yang Ling, who is in charge of performing this solo, in advance.

Yang Ling naturally knew it was his turn to play. He nodded to Fang Yongbo and set up the flute to accompany the piano.

At that moment, all three children in the audience could see it clearly.

As expected, the following solo performance had nothing to do with his teacher's wife.

But at this moment.

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After Li An finished playing the first beat of the seventeenth measure, Yang Ling, who should have entered on the second beat, did not play it immediately, but instead paused for a moment.

Although it was only for a moment, it still disrupted the overall rhythm of the music.

It's understandable that such a mistake would happen to a junior musician, after all, it's such an important solo part, and everyone gets nervous sometimes.

But this problem doesn't make sense when it happens to Yang Ling. As a seasoned veteran, such a mistake is far more unacceptable than playing a single wrong note.

But Yang Ling made a mistake.

Ang Lee heard it.

Chen Xuan heard it.

Fang Yongbo heard it. He could only hear the flute and piano music fading further and further apart.

Just then, the flute music suddenly stopped.

As soon as Chen Xuan turned her head, she saw Yang Ling put down his flute.

Fang Yongbo waved his hand, and the scene fell silent: "What's going on, Lao Yang?"

Yang Ling smiled wryly: "The 're' is leaking air."

Upon hearing this, many people in the room secretly laughed.

Leaking air? Maybe we should give up.

Even Tang Xiaoxing, who can't play the flute, could tell that the performance had nothing to do with the instrument itself.

But Yang Ling could be so straightforward: "I'm sorry, Teacher Li."

Yang Ling then stood up and apologized to Li An, who was sitting at the piano, saying, "I have an old problem with this instrument, I'm really sorry."

Ang Lee smiled politely and said, "It's nothing, please have a seat."

Yang Ling then looked at Fang Yongbo, "Let Haoming sing this part."

Fang Yongbo had just nodded when Liu Haoming, who was sitting next to him, hurriedly said, "I haven't practiced this part specifically."

Everyone laughs.

Ang Lee was amused, wondering what this was all about.

Fang Yongbo waved his hand: "Just do what I tell you to do."

He then looked at the string section and said, "Let's start the second movement from the beginning."

A flurry of page-turning sounds filled the air.

Once the scene quieted down again.

Fang Yongbo surveyed the room, then gently swirled his baton around, and the string section began to play again.

Then the clarinet and bassoon joined in, and after three bars, Ang Lee played the piano.

Just like the first time, with Ang Lee leading the music and Fang Yongbo's cooperation, the entire orchestra was in a relaxed performance.

In the seventeenth movement, Liu Haoming joined in steadily on the second beat.

Everyone knows Liu Haoming's skill level; he can be considered the pillar of Rongai's flute section.

Although Yang Ling holds the top position, his actual skill level has long been surpassed by his students.

Even some of the more difficult flute passages are played by Liu Haoming, a fact that everyone in the orchestra is well aware of.

However, the two flute players were teacher and student, and others only laughed about it in private.

Liu Haoming claimed he hadn't practiced much, but his performance clearly showed that he had not only practiced but also seemed to have prepared for it.

His playing followed closely on the piano, adding a bright touch to the entire piece.

But for some reason, as the piano's emotion rekindled, the flute solo suddenly seemed to be completely drowned out by the piano music.

Fang Yongbo looked at the flute section; Liu Haoming's playing was clearly not an act.

It seems that Liu Haoming's skill level is only this high.

However, Fang Yongbo did not call a halt and continued waving his baton.

In the following ten measures, Liu Haoming became increasingly disconnected from the piano part.

Wang Xiaohu, enduring the torment in his ears, complained softly, "What is the flute doing?"

Tang Xiaoxing reminded, "Captain, the commander must be objective in viewing this situation."

Wang Xiaohu was stunned.

Tang Xiaoxing continued, "This deputy chief uncle is probably playing a solo of Rabindranath Tagore for the first time, but he just happened to run into his teacher."

Xiao Che: "The teacher is too engrossed."

moment.

Wang Xiaohu seemed to understand something and nodded slightly.

After the second movement ended, Fang Yongbo gestured for everyone to play it one more time.

Then he looked at the three flute players.

"Chen Xuan, you play this time."

On and off the stage, everyone had different expressions.