“Since my instructor has performed several pieces in a row, he needs to take a short break.
The remaining two parts of the work will be performed by me alone.
After he finished speaking, he bowed forward again to show his respect.
Obviously, the audience here is not attracted solely by Mr. Apache's handsome appearance; in fact, after decades of trials and tribulations, what remains is a profound cultural power that cannot be represented by appearance.
What everyone really cares about is whether they can listen to a wonderful performance. So even if someone else plays the main role, it will not reduce the charm and value of the experience itself.
After finding that no one raised any objections, Pang Yu's face broke into an unconcealable smile.
She confidently said, "The following melody is a piece I composed specifically for the person I love most. It contains all my feelings for her, and I hope it can also touch the hearts of everyone here."
While talking, his gaze was always gently directed in a specific direction - Xia Yuqing was sitting there, and every look in his eyes was filled with incomparable affection.
Xia Yuqing was keenly aware that those words were directed at her, but she just turned her head slightly to the side without even looking at Pang Yu.
At this moment, she didn't want to get involved in any arguments, she just wanted to maintain inner peace and tranquility.
Pang Yu sat in front of the piano, slowly rolled up his sleeves, and placed his hands lightly on the black and white keys.
An aura of calmness emanated from him, and every subtle movement he made seemed extremely confident, as if the entire world was under his control.
His eyes were fixed on the piano keys, and his whole body and soul seemed to be engulfed by the beautiful melody.
At that moment, his fingers seemed to come alive, and the rhythm suddenly accelerated to a dizzying speed.
Each note danced like flowing water, each finger seemed endowed with its own independent vitality, capturing everyone's attention. People couldn't help but hold their breath, their hearts filled with anticipation.
As the passionate and unrestrained music flows out, the music contains an uplifting energy, like the war drums that inspire soldiers to go to battle on the eve of the battlefield, which makes people feel refreshed.
The notes came one after another like a storm, bringing wave after wave of emotions, and the audience's heartbeats also quickened with the beat. At this moment, the entire auditorium was filled with a warm emotion.
Compared with the classic playing style, Pang Yu's style is more radical and full of contemporary flavor, which can especially touch the hearts of young people.
He skillfully combined pop music and electronic elements in his performance, creating a strong and shocking performance, which completely subverted the soft and gentle characteristics of traditional classical music.
However, doing so not only did not weaken the beauty of the work itself, but instead injected new vitality into it, pushing the atmosphere on the scene to a climax.
Many young people swayed freely to the melody, standing up almost simultaneously and waving their arms vigorously to the rhythm. The whole air was filled with youthful vigor and enthusiasm, creating an extremely infectious atmosphere.
Even so, Xia Yuqing could not escape the influence of this exciting melody. Even though she might not be able to fully understand its profound meaning, she still felt an unprecedented shock.
A hint of disbelief flashed across her eyes: "Is he really Master Apache's student?" Doubts arose in her heart, making her full of doubts about Pang Yu's identity.
At the same time, Lu Jingyi looked at the center of the stage with admiration on her face, "It's amazing! The playing is simply unparalleled! No wonder they say that a good disciple comes from a famous teacher! The part just now was really comparable to Mr. Apache himself!" Her eyes were shining, and she was deeply attracted by this strong artistic atmosphere.
"Comparable to Apache?" Chu Jinghong sneered, shaking his head in disdain. "Although I don't entirely agree with Apache's artistic philosophy, technically speaking, this so-called master still has a long way to go. A truly excellent work should be able to instantly convey profound meaning to the audience."
She continued, "Listen carefully. How much genuine emotion was there in this show? A performance like this, where form trumps substance, could be imitated by anyone with even a little training – relying on excessive use of the lower register and exaggerated variations to mask technical shortcomings, like some pretentious wordplay, seemingly sophisticated but ultimately hollow."
Chu Jinghong maintained a calm and analytical attitude towards the dazzling lights on the stage: the effects created by techniques that are difficult for outsiders to understand conceal the technical flaws behind them, just like quoting a large number of allusions in writing a paper to increase the literary grace but actually having no profound insights.
Most of the time, Pang Yu's themes borrow from many well-known pieces, failing to develop a unique style. Although the average listener might not be too sensitive to this, basic appreciation standards can still detect the lack of continuity in some parts - the feeling of sudden disconnection just when you are immersed in the melody is truly regrettable.
However, no matter how one evaluates this concert, its success lies in the fact that it did touch the softest part of many people's hearts, inspiring resonance among them. Even if there are controversies, it proves that Pang Yu did have the ability to touch hearts at that moment.
Lu Jingyi suddenly turned around and glanced at him sharply, "You know a lot!" There was a hint of coldness in her tone that was hard to conceal.
Chu Jinghong opened his arms, a relaxed smile on his lips as he replied, "I only know a little bit."
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