What if the conductor is very good? Other performers only need to look at their own parts, but the conductor has to take charge of the overall situation.

"Teachers, thank you for your hard work." Huang Zhong distributed the music scores to each part and greeted with a smile.

Drummer Zhao took his share and glanced at it. He actually accounted for a large proportion: "A person with music is better than a person without music. Yungong Xunyin, why is this name so confusing?"

Sister Bai plays the violin. She looked at her music score and praised it: "It's so beautifully written, just like you, my little brother."

A middle-aged man next to him with an obviously receding hairline said seriously: "Everyone, please concentrate, don't force me to sacrifice the thunder~peak tower!"

This group of people had just been joking around and got down to business without any hesitation. They all started to familiarize themselves with their own music scores.

Conductor Hu glanced at the music score. The name was Yun Gong Xun Yin. It was very standardized and clean. It felt pleasing to the eye just by looking at it.

This name seemed to fit well with Journey to the West. He nodded towards Comrade Xu Xian. Regardless of the quality, at least these scores were very professional. Conductor Hu liked dedicated people.

Everyone is a professional. After half an hour, Commander Hu picked up the baton and said: "Come on, let's try to walk through it first. Everyone should work hard and try to end get off work as early as possible."

With an order, the band immediately transformed into an army ready to go. The weapons in their hands were instruments such as violins and clarinets.

Director Yang, Director Ruan and others were standing nearby. They also wanted to witness how good the work that Teacher Xiao Huang created in one afternoon was, and whether it could serve as the opening theme of the drama Journey to the West?

"Teacher Huang, you must be the best!" Classmate Xiao Wang clenched his fist and encouraged Huang Zhong.

Huang Zhong also smiled and pointed to the pieces of music in her hand: "Don't forget your mission later."

Student Xiao Wang immediately straightened his chest and walked to the front of the band with his head held high.

When everything was ready, Conductor Hu also entered the state. He picked up the baton with a graceful movement and the performance began.

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A burst of sharp electric sound suddenly sprang up, which startled Deputy Leader Zhao: That's it, classical masterpieces are played with electric sound, what do you think?

Director Yang's eyes lit up, and she immediately had a picture in her mind, as if she saw the majestic and heroic figure of the Monkey King soaring into the clouds and riding in the mist.

A word suddenly came to her mind: The finishing touch, no, it should be called the finishing touch!

Thump thump thump thump, thump thump thump thump, thump thump thump.

Gradually, other musical instruments joined in, majestic and majestic, as if the four masters and apprentices were marching forward fearlessly.

Director Yang's eyes narrowed smaller and smaller, and a voice shouted in his heart: Yes, this is the tune!

Conductor Hu flipped the music score skillfully, and then his movements became more free and easy.

This song seems quite exciting.

The performers gradually began to devote themselves 100%, and the music and performance complemented each other.

Zhu Lin's face was full of excitement when he heard this: Teacher Xiao Huang is really amazing!

Also excited was classmate Xiao Wang. Her mind was so confused that she only had one thought left: It sounds so good and so awesome!

Then Commander Hu pointed his baton at her several times, but the girl didn't react at all and could not move her.

Conductor Hu pinched his fingers and made an ending gesture: "What happened just now when the female voice sang?"

Ah, what about me?

Xiao Wang finally came back to his senses, and his face suddenly turned red: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was distracted."

She was not the only one who was distracted, everyone else had stopped, and the drummer, Comrade Xiao Zhao, was still shaking his head and banging his head.

Look at that posture, he is so excited that he will not stop until the song is finished.

In the end, the white lady slapped him, and the guy's drumstick froze in mid-air, and he looked around awkwardly: "This song is really weird, I can't seem to control my hands."

Huang Zhong couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth: Brother, I will take your words as a different kind of compliment.
Chapter completed!