The God of Conducting Starting from Absolute Pitch

Chapter 306: Band Emperor? Band Tyrant!
No one made any movement.

The entire rehearsal room fell into silence.

Everyone looked at each other with a hint of temptation in their eyes, as if they wanted to do something.

But no one was willing to step forward at this time and become the first musician to be inspected by Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu was not surprised by this.

He just sighed slowly and looked at the people in front of him calmly.

The symphony orchestra in front of Chen Qiu at this moment was completely different from the Haicheng Broadcasting Symphony Orchestra he was in before, and the Harmony Symphony Orchestra that Chen Qiu was most familiar with.

This is the Haicheng Opera House Symphony Orchestra.

Haicheng currently ranks fourth, but it has emerged as a dark horse this year, with a score of 9.4 points, making it the second top symphony orchestra in Haicheng.

If this score is compared nationwide, it would rank among the top 20.

Chen Qiu and his team's current score is only 9 points, which is still a long way from the Opera House Symphony Orchestra.

Therefore, it is obvious that Chen Qiu, the conductor of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, has no weight in front of the Opera House Symphony Orchestra.

Or in other words, the opera house symphony orchestra doesn't actually take Chen Qiu very seriously.

With their attitude of rushing towards the second place in Haicheng and the top 20 in the country this year, to be honest, the only people they can look up to are Zhao Yi, the conductor of the Haicheng Symphony Orchestra, Jiang Yuan, the conductor of the Jiangzhou Symphony Orchestra next door, and Yu Tu and others in the north.

Apart from these people, they don’t care much about some new commanders with more potential.

after all……

We are all monkeys on a tree. Everyone is looking at the butt of the person above his head. Who will look under his own butt? How many people are there under his butt?
This is the main reason why the whole atmosphere became a little stiff after Chen Qiu sat down.

They really didn't know Chen Qiu.

As far as they could remember, they had never even heard of Chen Qiu.

They had no cooperation with Chen Qiu's Harmony Symphony Orchestra, so naturally they would not have any response to Chen Qiu's Harmony Symphony Orchestra.

Even if some people suddenly thought of the name of the Harmony Symphony Orchestra, the name they thought of was the Old Haicheng Harmony Symphony Orchestra, which had long been disbanded and completely disappeared from the market.

That is the harmonious symphony led by Chen Qiu's father, Chen Yuan.

But this has nothing to do with Chen Qiu.

No matter how they think, they cannot express the same kind of appreciation and love as Professor Wu Jianhai or Professor Li Anguo.

And Chen Qiu was not surprised by this.

It can even be said that he guessed that such a situation would occur the moment he sat down.

After all, this is the highest-level symphony orchestra Chen Qiu has ever conducted.

For a conductor, the most important and core point after joining a new symphony orchestra is to gain enough trust or pressure from the orchestra in the shortest possible time.

No matter what method you use, whether it is coercion or inducement.

You have to have complete control over the orchestra.

Only in this way can music develop normally.

Why did the Harmony Symphony Orchestra go so smoothly in Chen Qiu’s hands? Isn’t it because everyone in the orchestra was willing to work with Chen Qiu?

Could it be because Chen Qiu gave them a lot of money (meaning he had never given them a penny so far)?
To have a successful performance, you must have complete control over the orchestra.

Chen Qiu knew very well that he was not the world's top conductor, nor was he a famous big shot.

He is just an ordinary conductor of a symphony orchestra that has just entered the field of professional symphony orchestras and is aiming to be among the top five in the region.

Therefore, Chen Qiu must first ensure his control over this group of people.

Otherwise, even if Chen Qiu controlled the orchestra, there would be no way to perform this piece perfectly.

In front of everyone, Chen Qiu took a deep breath and said to them.

"Don't you...anyone want to be the first to step forward?"

Still calm.

No one answered Chen Qiu's question.

Chen Qiu was not surprised. He glanced at everyone and spoke slowly.

"In that case, let me do it. Who is the male lead? Come out."

No one answered.

Chen Qiu didn't tolerate it and spoke directly.

"The male lead isn't here? Is there anyone here who knows him? Send him a message and give him 10 minutes. If he doesn't come out, his male lead position will be replaced by someone else."

Chen Qiu looked at Qi Min, Li Anguo and Wu Jianhai who were standing aside, smiled slightly and asked.

"Director Qi Min, as the conductor of the orchestra and the vocal section, I should be qualified, right?"

"Of course!"

Qi Min smiled and nodded, without expressing any rejection.

He just looked at the group of people in the singing group and nodded to them.

After confirming Qi Min's meaning, a man with a strong body and obviously a very powerful aura spoke to Chen Qiu in his shaking voice.

"Hello, Chen... Conductor Chen? My name is Zhu Wenzhang, and I am the baritone who plays Figaro in The Marriage of Figaro."

"Baritone? OK."

Chen Qiu nodded, without even looking at the music score in his hand, and spoke directly to him.

"You don't need to be a lover anymore, okay? At the end of the first act, do you need me to give you a scale to warm up your voice? Or..."

Chen Qiu pressed a chord, looked at Zhu Wenjian and asked him.

"When you came here to play the leading role, you didn't prepare this piece? Or maybe you can't sing it?"

"I……"

The big man named Zhu Wenjian hadn't even remembered to say anything before he was silenced by Chen Qiu.

How could he not have prepared this piece?

This is probably the most famous of all baritone arias.

Almost all of those who study vocal music and have sung baritone music know this piece.

Even if you pick any vocal students from any state or city in China, everyone can hum a line or two for you.

As a baritone who was able to be admitted to the Haicheng Opera House, it was simply hilarious that he said he couldn't sing this piece.

Therefore, Zhu Wenzhang took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay, I can sing."

“As long as you can sing.”

Chen Qiu withdrew his gaze, pressed his fingers on the keyboard in front of him, gave a standard note, and spoke without turning his head.

"I'd start with a simple melody repetition, maybe four bars, like this."

Chen Qiu pressed the melody of "Don't Be a Lover Anymore" in his hand, then looked at Zhu Wen Zhang and spoke to him.

"Is that ok? Do you understand?"

"..."

Zhu Wen Zhang was silent, then he slowly let out a sigh and nodded.

"Yes, I understand."

Obviously, the current situation no longer allows him to retreat.

In that case, let’s get right to it.

In any case, the reputation of their opera house orchestra cannot be ruined because of him alone.

He took two steps forward and walked to Chen Qiu's piano. After his eyes slightly crossed with Qi Min beside him, he nodded.

"Okay, I'm ready and can start anytime."

"Row!"

After getting Zhu Wenzhang's confirmation, Chen Qiu played a prelude on the piano without any hesitation.

He did not follow the normal accompaniment score, but adapted the orchestra's performance into the piano accompaniment in his hand according to his own understanding of the piece.

The sound of the piano rang out, and under Chen Qiu's gaze, Zhu Wenjian took a deep breath and his abdomen slowly bulged.

This is an essential skill for vocal singers, abdominal breathing.

Let the breath settle down under your body, and then exhale slowly, allowing the breath to rush to the top of your head, open your nasal cavity, make yourself a huge source of sound, and blast out your vocal music.

From the exchange just now, Zhu Wenzhang's strong roar that almost shattered the surrounding air was enough to show that this man who was admitted to the Haicheng Opera House Symphony Orchestra and served as the principal baritone was not bad in ability.

It can even be considered very scary.

The moment he opened his mouth, he released all his energy.

He took two steps forward, his eyes became sharp at the first moment, and his left hand slowly raised up, floating in the air, as if touching someone's shoulder.

He spoke with a smile on his face.

"Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso (Now you are not a lover anymore)
Delle belle turbando il riposo (A real man should serve in the army)
Narcisetto, Adoncino d′amor (Stop talking about love every day)
Delle belle turbando il riposo (A real man should be a soldier)"

His aura was powerful, and he looked at the non-existent child in front of him with a smile like an elder brother, admonishing him.

Just a beginning showed his strength to the fullest.

It can almost be called a model of technical flow.

However, there was no expression on Chen Qiu's face.

Just continue playing the piano in your hands.

The piano sounded slowly, and the man's singing continued. Although it was just a simple test to see his strength, Zhu Wenjian did not ignore him, but really regarded himself as the big brother who was persuading the boy servant on the stage.

Figaro himself.

He continued singing.

"Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor" (Stop talking about love every day)
Non più avrai questi bei penacchini (No more oily hair or perfume)

Quel cappello leggiero e galante (Stop filling your head with romantic affairs)
Quella chioma, quell′aria brillante (Forget about serenading and writing love letters)

Quel vermiglio donnesco color (Throw away the red velvet hat and flowery scarf as well)"

He put his hands in front of him and made some movements to throw away objects.

There was even a movement to help the man turn around.

Tough yet gentle.

Bold yet ingenious.

With just a few movements, one can see what Figaro himself looks like.

A real big brother.

Bold and unrestrained.

Integrity and justice.

Although the person in front of him didn't have any makeup on, he didn't look particularly like Figaro.

But that breath has already reached Chen Qiu.

Feeling the breath of Figaro beside him, Chen Qiu sighed slowly, did not say anything, did not call to stop, but continued to play the piano.

This Figaro, Zhu Wenzhang, relaxed a lot after he felt that Chen Qiu had no intention of stopping.

He also gradually began to relax from his previous slightly tense state.

This relaxation is not relaxation in a derogatory sense, such as in some relaxed Olympics.

This relaxation is a compliment.

the reason is simple.

Because relaxation is very important for singers.

Relaxation allows the vocals to come out of the cavity better and hit the sound source better.

For the same singer, with the same skills, the feeling of singing with a tense voice is completely different from that of singing with a relaxed voice.

The gap between the two can be worlds apart.

Therefore, after Zhu Wenxuan's voice became relaxed, the people who were standing aside watching Chen Qiu and Zhu Wenxuan's singing couldn't help but reveal a satisfied smile on their faces.

Some people even started whispering.

It was obvious that Zhu Wenzhang's voice gave them enough confidence.

Let them feel that their voices can shock the conductor in front of them a little bit to the Haicheng Opera House.

Except that for some reason there was no change in expression on the commander's face, they really felt that this show of force was successful.

Therefore, looking at Zhu Wenjian who was singing, smiles gradually bloomed on everyone's faces.

Qi Min still had a smile on his face.

But people who are familiar with him should know that the smile on Qi Min's face now is much stronger than when he just entered the rehearsal hall.

He smiled and moved closer to Wu Jianhai, and whispered to him.

"Mr. Wu, how do you feel? Are the musicians of our Haicheng Opera House Symphony Orchestra in good shape?"

Wu Jianhai did not answer, but glanced at Qi Min who was smiling beside him, and then focused his attention back on Chen Qiu before speaking slowly.

"We are just getting to where we are now."

"Oh? Then I'll wait and see." Qi Min tilted his body slightly back to an upright position, and continued to look at the performance in front of him with a smile.

At this moment, Chen Qiu and Zhu Wenzhang had already played the latter part of the piece of music.

Zhu Wenzhang's aura has been completely released, and he even feels like he's about to explode.

he sang along loudly.

"Cherubino, alla vittoria (Cherubino you are brave)
Alla gloria militar, (Your future is bright)

Alla gloria militar!

All the gloria militar. "

The sounds from Zhu Wenzhang's previous two times were stronger and more powerful each time.

He even stomped his shoes hard, making a movement like marching.

As for the last sentence, he lowered his head, raised his hands in front of him, saluted, and had a smile and expectation on his face.

The whole atmosphere is seamless.

Although the pitch and volume are slowing down, the breath is moving up a level.

As he finished speaking and turned to look at Chen Qiu, the crowd immediately gave him thunderous applause.

All the staff working inside the Haicheng Opera House cheered for Zhu Wenzhang.

"Wen Zhang, awesome! "

"Singing well!"

"Great article! Well done!"

"Bravo!"

"..."

The cheers from the crowd gave Zhu Wenzhang more confidence.

He looked at Chen Qiu who had stopped playing beside him, grinned, and spoke.

"Director Chen, how do you feel? I wonder if my performance just now was acceptable to you? I, Figaro, should be able to perform well in accordance with Cherubino's expectations. Is it good?"

No one spoke, but looked at Chen Qiu in front of them expectantly, waiting for his speech.

Just as Chen Qiu needs to use his own strength to oppress the people in front of him and make them listen to him, making this performance a performance led and centered by the conductor.

The group of actors and singers also hope to make this performance centered and led by themselves.

After all, it is always better to listen to yourself than to others.

Each of them is now in their forties or fifties.

Simply discussing their understanding of music, they believe that they are not inferior to Chen Qiu, a young man who is only in his twenties.

Therefore, they looked at Chen Qiu expectantly, wanting to see Chen Qiu in trouble.

Only in this way can they gain a dominant position in this cooperation.

but……

What happened next was completely different from what they imagined.

They did not succeed in suppressing Chen Qiu.

Chen Qiu was not shocked by Zhu Wenxuan's singing.

He just raised his head calmly, looked at Zhu Wenjian in front of him, and spoke softly.

"So, this is all your strength?"

As soon as the words fell, the rehearsal hall, which had been a little noisy, suddenly became extremely quiet.

No one dared to speak at this time.

Even Zhu Wenzhang, who originally had a smile on his face, became a little confused and puzzled at this moment.

According to his understanding, he did sing quite well just now.

Why does this sentence "that is all his strength" sound so awkward?
Always feel that Chen Qiu is mocking him?
Therefore, after a little hesitation, he still smiled at Chen Qiu.

"I can't help it. After all, I'm the first one to come up, and I'm not fully prepared. Although my singing is pretty average, it's definitely not my full level. Don't worry, Chen Zhi. If you give me some more time to practice, I should be able to sing better."

After saying that, he looked at Chen Qiu expectantly, waiting for Chen Qiu's evaluation.

Not only him, but also other people in Haicheng Opera House are the same.

They didn't know Chen Qiu and didn't know his habits.

When Wu Jianhai and Li Anguo, who were standing aside, saw Chen Qiu's attitude and expression, their hearts sank suddenly. They took two steps back and stayed as far away from Chen Qiu as possible.

They know it very well.

Next, Chen Qiuke started to criticize.

However, before they could stand firm, Chen Qiu's voice rang out.

He said coldly to Zhu Wen Zhang.

"Well, that's good. You are self-aware. Your singing is indeed average."

Zhu Wenzhang's pupils constricted and his originally relaxed body became stiff.

In front of him, Chen Qiu stood up, picked up the music score in his hand, glanced at the content on it, raised his eyebrows at Zhu Wenjian, and said coldly.

"Your pronunciation is unclear, your emotions are unstable, your bass is thin, your treble is muddy, and even the baritone you were supposed to sing seems too dry, and your emotions are ugly, as if you have never watched this drama. I gave you so many musical hints, but you didn't pay any attention to them. Instead, you continued to sing on your own. I'm really curious..."

Chen Qiu walked up to Zhu Wenzhang, waved the music score in his hand, and asked in confusion.

"Do you never use your ears when you sing? Or do you think..."

"Singing opera is just like singing in KTV, just shout it out and it's done?"

(End of this chapter)