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Yes, after the ensemble tomorrow, I should tell Brother Shu a little bit about my inner thoughts.
Let’s find a good opportunity tomorrow and have a good talk with Brother Shu.
He obviously cares about himself.
She understood and laughed.
"Thank you, Rinka."
Chitose Yang Kui's smile on the beach under the moonlight was so dazzling that Rinka Hiiragi blushed and lowered her eyebrows in shame.
"It's good to be able to help Chitose."
This feeling of being thanked
Sure enough, it feels really good to have friends.
"Come to think of it, I've been wanting to ask you, why is there a snake on your shoulder?"
"Eh——?! Xiaoqing! Why did you run out?!"
"Xiao Qing? Is it your pet?"
"Sorry! Chitose, I hope it didn't scare you!"
"It's okay, it's not scary. I just think it's kind of cute."
Chitose Yangkui reached out to touch Xiaoqing's head, but she didn't expect that the snake was so scared that it shrank back into Rinka Hiiragi's clothes the moment it saw her reaching out her hand.
"Why did it run away?"
It was the first time that Hiiragi Rinka had seen such a situation. She was surprised and said awkwardly, "Maybe Xiaoqing is shy."
Chapter 68: Try harder! Try harder! You will definitely catch up with Brother Shu! Definitely!
On Saturday, the ensemble performed as expected.
The first thing to do when playing an ensemble is to move all the large instruments to the appropriate positions.
All seats and sheet music are fanned out around the music classroom podium.
At the back is the percussion group. From left to right, they are the first violin, second violin, viola, and cello.
The brass and woodwind groups occupy the middle position, sandwiched between the violins and percussion instruments. There are music stands in front of the students' seats, and after adjusting the angle, they can clearly see the position of the conductor in the middle.
Fujii Itsuki arrived half an hour early. When the later students saw him, they all held their instruments and bowed their heads in greeting.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the entire wind band officially assembled.
Fujii Itsuki looked around the classroom. Except for the new beginners, all the members of the club took their instruments and sat in the seats that had been planned in advance. The beginners were just starting out, so they watched from the side.
When everyone was quiet, he clapped his hands and motioned for everyone to look at him.
"How do you feel after nearly a week of training?"
They looked at each other, whispered to each other, and their responses were incoherent.
Fujii Itsuki knew what the situation was. He said nothing and called the principal oboe of the second grade department.
"Shiina-san."
"teacher."
"Start tuning, A, 445."
Following Fujii Itsuki's instructions, the oboe player blew the first note, and then the other sections followed suit.
"stop."
The members put down their instruments and looked at the expressionless Fujii Itsuki on the podium.
Rinka Hiiragi, who was hugging the cello at the back, felt even more nervous. She didn't expect that the ensemble would fail at the very beginning. It seemed that Shiina-san got the pitch given by the teacher wrong.
"Shiina-san."
"exist"
"It was 440 just now, right?"
"Yes"
"No 445?"
"For A key, isn't it usually 440?"
Fujii Itsuki did not respond.
Of all the people present, only Matsumae Shinchun understood the teacher's thoughts.
Normally, the tuning will be to a standard pitch, which is A, 440hz.
The teacher's tuning is five hertz faster, which is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish. But for an orchestra, this tuning will make everyone's voice appear brighter and highlight the soloist's voice.
Because not everyone has particularly good skills and cannot grasp the pitch accurately, it is better to tune the overall pitch higher. This is a clever trick played by the teacher.
Fujii Itsuki looked at the leader of the string group, Matsumae Shinharu, who also happened to notice her teacher's gaze. The girl was about to agree when the sound of an oboe suddenly rang out in the orchestra.
It's Jushizawa Yuzu.
The tone is warm and quite beautiful.
The tone given is also very consistent with Fujii Itsuki's standards.
"Then everyone should tune according to the pitch given by Jushizawa-san."
The members of the club looked at each other in bewilderment, and the former oboe principal Shiina also looked a little embarrassed.
But this atmosphere only lasted for a few seconds, and the members followed Fujii Itsuki's instructions and blew out sounds one after another.
"Prepare."
After the last person finished tuning, Fujii Itsuki raised his baton in front of everyone. He looked around at everyone in the club who were looking at him, then turned to the drummer at the far end. His right hand trembled slightly, and he reached out and pulled slightly.
The girl in charge of the snare drum immediately understood his intention and started beating the rhythm.
Fujii Itsuki waved again, and then the brass group followed closely, producing a majestic sound. The bass group filled in the background, and the sound began to be heavy and profound. Just like the opening ceremony of the parade, it was exciting and inspiring, making people unconsciously raise their chests and want to step forward.
"Very good, very good, change the first violin, make the sound softer."
Everyone's eyes were focused on the conductor. Fujii Itsuki looked at Chitose, Kuka, Matsumae, Hiiragi Rinka on the cello, Jujube Juju on the oboe, Sasahara Riro on the harp, Takahashi Hotaru on the recorder, and other members of the other clubs.
Everyone followed their own movements.
I won’t say much about Matsumae and Chitose, but Kuka is really surprising. In just one semester, she can already play the trumpet quite well.
This may be related to the fact that she learned vocal music since childhood.
Hiiragi's cello is also good, with a low note that is neither arrogant nor irritable.
Fujii Itsuki closed his eyes and felt the music flowing in his ears.
"stop."
When the piece reached the middle part - the bar where the trumpet group led the main melody, Fujii Itsuki abruptly stopped the ensemble.
He turned his attention to Chitose Yang Kui from the trumpet group.
"what happened?"
"I" Yang Kui Chitose opened her mouth and looked at Fujii Itsuki, her heart tightening.
At this time, Hiiragi Rinka also noticed Chitose's stiff hands from behind and became worried about her.
"Bar 182, try playing it again."
Chitose Hyōkui tried again at measure 182. After listening to it, Itsuki Fujii closed his eyes and said, "Hōkui-san."
"exist"
"what happened?"
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no respond.
"Have I given you enough time to practice?"
Fujii Itsuki's tone was very calm, but it was this calmness that instantly made the temperature in the classroom drop by several degrees. Everyone couldn't help but look towards the middle, where Chitose Yang Aoi was holding a trumpet.
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"Do you know the purpose of our ensemble this time?"
Chitose Yangkui replied: ".This ensemble is practicing for the Nakajima Festival parade in Sapporo in May. This is the piece we will be participating in. The teacher will give us guidance later."
"Can you blow it better next time?"
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"Hinako-san?"
"can"
Fujii Itsuki looked away from her.
"Well, Yang Kui-san, you can take a break now," Fujii Itsuki turned back to face everyone in the club, "The rest of you continue, start from the beginning, snare drum."
Rinka Hiiragi noticed that the atmosphere in the classroom was too solemn, and the senior student in charge of the snare drum was slow to respond after two or three seconds.
"Yes."
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
The drum beats restarted. As Fujii Itsuki gently pulled the baton, the brass instruments sounded again, followed by the woodwind instruments and string instruments.
While playing, Hiiragi Rinka and Jiuhuayue, who was standing at the same position as her, both looked at Yangkui Chitose's lowered face.
All the members of the wind band were playing music, except for her. She was the only one holding the trumpet, lowering her head and standing in the middle, silent.
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The ensemble ends.
Everyone put down their instruments with embarrassment. Everyone actually understood that by the middle and late stages of the ensemble, it had become completely chaotic, with the noises of various instruments intertwined together, and it could not be called a song at all.