Chapter 91 Ultimate Self

Fu Diao opened the door and stood in the corridor backstage of the concert hall, surrounded by staff.

Many of them are responsible for the competition process, and the rest are photographers and interviewers in various places.

The first contestant had already walked off the stage, and before taking a break, the staff pulled him aside for a post-game interview and asked him about some of the content of the game.

Just like those Olympic Games, or some variety show channels.

After all, the Chopin International Piano Competition is more of a springboard, a springboard that propels contestants from an unknown person to the world.

Naturally, those in charge of interviews need to be more serious and not just deal with things casually.

The Japanese man standing in front of him also walked onto the stage after the host's announcement.

There were many screens placed by the staff nearby. On the screen was the performance of the Japanese player. Fu Diao just glanced at it and did not continue to stare. Instead, he leaned against the wall and silently waited for his turn.

Second-rate.

The person's performance on the stage seemed to be okay, but it always felt like it was a little off. The staff around him had already finished interviewing the first player and were laughing casually.

Many students had already fallen asleep at this time, and only a few classical music lovers were still standing in front of their channels to watch their critical comments.

"Thank you."

It's like staying out of the action.

Wait? What was that sound that was revealed just now?

What was played just now... was the Fu tune they discussed before?

The piano sounded, and an extremely calm voice came out. It sounded very ordinary. There was nothing in the music, but it was extremely indifferent.

It's like...in the cradle of the sea.

Heavy rain, bumps, humidity, boredom, depression.

But because he is Chinese, and he was trained purely by Chinese education.

"How about... take a look again?" When one of them was about to give Fu Tiao a low score, the judge next to him suddenly said, shaking his head slightly at him and pointing at Fu Tiao's weird expression.

The light decorative sound sounded a little naughty, but under the music, there was no way to hide the confusion and melancholy shrouded in the music.

After all, tickets to He Shen's concert are really hard to get. Unless they spend several times the money to attend, they have no chance at all.

Several of the previous ones also expressed their feelings about Chopin above Chopin, but the judges were not moved by it.

Is he really just very irritable in his heart?

The concert hall was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the breathing under the stage.

The reason is simple, that is, their music is not strong enough for them to start questioning.

But...under Fu Diao's performance, this small contrast possesses extremely powerful tension.

That's all.

Playing the piano is inherently lonely. No matter how exciting or shocking your performance is, you should keep yourself calm.

"I think I've heard of Fu Tiao before. When he was in the middle school attached to him, he probably won the top few places in China's Golden Piano Award, but he's not particularly famous."

At this moment, the scene of Fu Diao appearing on the screen also appeared on the screen, and with it came information about Fu Diao himself.

After the sound of the piano was transmitted through the specially customized speakers in Faao's home, using equipment with as much fidelity as possible, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were about to laugh and complain about Fu Tiao's mediocre performance.

Obviously there doesn't seem to be much change, and even the volume is no different.

"come on!"

But if you really appreciate the past, you will find...

"It is true that I am a bit of a stranger, but in the end the music competition is still about listening to music. I think the impact of this resume gap is not that big."

When you sit on the piano bench, you will find that it seems that you are the only one left in the world, and there is no one else except you.

"Actually, there's no big problem. It's just a simple sentence, for the sake of fairness."

The dullness in Fu Diao's music is not really dull.

"that is!"

"Well, you are right. I also think that a poor resume is not important for the Chopin International Piano Competition. The most important thing is to look at the performance of the players in this competition. After all, if you cannot enter the finals, the previous

Such a small amount of exposure will not have any effect at all."

Chopin etudes Op10,No4.

Chopin etudes Op25,No12

Chopin Scherzo Op52"

The land beneath your feet is no longer flat, but the sea is swaying slightly.

"OK!"

All you can hear at this moment is your own heartbeat and the glow of the hot lights above your head.

"Tsk, why doesn't Fu Tiao win a prize before the Chopin International Piano Competition? Compared with others, this resume is really pitiful. Look at the current resume, it is weak, and the strength is average. This one is too ordinary.

Alright?"

But as the music flowed out from behind, everyone was suddenly shocked.

Fu Tiao just stood there, waiting for the last player to finish playing.

Fu Diao took a deep breath, raised his hand that had been frozen in mid-air, and then dropped it very gently.

It feels like everyone is a blur and not refreshed.

"The next contestant is Dior Fu! China, all judges and teachers, please note that the contestant number is 13, and the piano selection is: Steinway D274"

But when the voices behind Fu Diao came out, everyone's bodies couldn't help but feel a little stiff.

It's still Faao's live broadcast room, but this time his live broadcast is not just him talking and boasting in front of the screen in that place, but some other people.

From the original indifference, he gradually became extremely serious, and began to seriously think about what Fu Diao wanted to express in the music.

"It sounds a bit weird, and it doesn't even fit in with our logic, but people have their own culture, so it's normal to do this. I feel like the restrictions on judges will become more and more strict in the future.

It’s extremely strict, otherwise why would those judges put in so much effort to come and listen to the competition?”

"Hey, I told you, although Fu Diao probably won't pass the first round this year, the average level of our Chinese players is still pretty good. What do you think?"

When Fu Tiao first stepped onto the stage, several people in the live broadcast room didn't actually pay much attention.

Chopin was on vacation on a small island in the sea, and encountered a heavy rainstorm.

While everyone was talking, Fu Diao had already sat down on the stage, raised her hand and placed it on the piano.

It is completely different from the previous Zhao Chengzhen. Zhao Chengzhen hopes that others will ignore his existence, but Fu Tiao is different. He does not want others to ignore his existence.

The man was silent, picked up the hand that originally wanted to give Fu Diao a low score, put it aside, and sighed softly.

"Hey, tell me, is it possible for Li Diyun to give Fu Diao a little help because he is a Chinese? Help him improve his score?"

But in Fu Diao's world, he still has music.

And underneath this Chopin shell is Fu Tiao.

Fu Diao nodded, rearranged his clothes, smiled and nodded slightly to everyone, then stepped onto the stage and walked to the center of the stage.

Fu Diao took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, making himself feel more relaxed.

The Chopin flavor in the music is not particularly strong. His Chopin is not Chopin, just an ordinary shell.

The Internet is not like a concert hall, where players cannot talk while they are playing.

But from the perspective of outsiders like them, Fu Diao's hand was not on the piano for long, only about three or four seconds, which is a normal time for emotional transformation.

"No, I can't listen anymore. Chopin is just a decoration in his music! I don't allow it..."

All of this makes people's emotions change slightly when they see Fu Tiao.

It's past five or six in the evening in Warsaw, which is already eleven or twelve in China.

None of those people were particularly optimistic about Fu Diao, which was normal after all. Not everyone was Jiang Ruijia's kind of person who could observe Fu Diao up close.

The previous contestant happened to come down from the stage at this time. She looked at Fu Diao, couldn't help but smile, nodded slightly and bowed to Fu Diao.

According to their previous analysis based on the preliminaries of the Chopin International Piano Competition, the chance of Fu Tiao passing the first round is really very small.

"How about you listen to it again, don't be in a hurry."

Just like the sea in the middle of the night, the surroundings are dark and nothing can be seen, but there is a danger shrouded under the darkness.

At this moment, the Chinese audience stands in the distance.

It's almost the same.

There seemed to be nothing wrong with the performance at the beginning of Fu Diao, but this was not what they wanted to hear at all.

Such a performance and such an opening immediately amazed countless people.

It may be that my performance has not reached the upper limit of what I want.
To be continued...