Chapter 456 The Scum of the Music Industry (10)



Kleinman is a very picky person and is extremely critical of works. If a work is praised by him as being quite perfect, it must be an excellent work.

Jiang Shifeng couldn't wait to listen to Song Ci's works.

After dinner, Song Ci and Coleman entered the piano room, closed the door, and began their practice. The house was very soundproof, and while Song Ci was practicing, Allen forbade anyone from approaching the room, so even Jiang Shifeng couldn't hear her work in advance.

Coleman had lived with the piano all his life, and every key on the piano was memorized in his mind. Song Ci's words last time had a profound impact on Coleman. After Song Ci left Lyon, Coleman closed himself off for a period of time to further his studies.

Now, even with his eyes closed, he can still press every key accurately.

The two spent five days getting used to each other and gradually found a tacit understanding for cooperation.

The order of performances for the finals was arranged by the organizing committee, and contestants did not need to draw lots. There were 12 contestants in the finals, who would compete in six matches over six days.

The day before the competition, Song Ci received a notification letter from the organizing committee. She opened the email, glanced through the contents, and found that her performance was still scheduled for the last day. Coincidentally, Eliza would be performing on the same day as her.

Even Song Ci doesn't believe it's a coincidence.

Jiang Shifeng saw the performance order list and had the same idea as Song Ci. "I think Idris talked to the organizing committee and they deliberately arranged you two to perform on the same day."

"Idris is so capable? Will he bribe the judges to give Eliza high scores?"

Jiang Shifeng shook his head. "He's the principal pianist of Country Y's first symphony orchestra. He holds a significant position in the music world. The organizing committee is willing to schedule Eliza and you on the same day, which is a favor to Idris. Influencing the judges' decision? He's not that capable."

"You have to know that those who are invited to serve as judges for the finals are all highly respected masters. As masters, who can not be a little arrogant?"

After hearing Jiang Shifeng's analysis, Song Ci realized that he had been worrying too much.

"That's okay. I'm looking forward to being on stage with her on the same day."

Due to the upcoming violin finals, the number of tourists in Brussels has increased significantly recently, and the competition concert hall is packed every day.

After entering the finals, online voting will be temporarily closed and will be reopened after the finals. Over a three-day period, the most popular contestant will be selected.

The finals consisted of two performances: one was to collaborate with the Belgian National Symphony Orchestra to perform a repertoire specified by the organizing committee, and the other was to perform one's own composition.

When performing their own compositions, they can bring their own accompaniment or invite a symphony orchestra to provide accompaniment, but Song Ci and Eliza both chose to bring their own accompanist.

Because it involves original works, the second part does not require rehearsal, but the first part still needs to be rehearsed one day in advance.

On the afternoon of the 4th, Jiang Shifeng accompanied Song Ci to the rehearsal. When they arrived, Eliza and her father Idris were communicating with the orchestra's conductor.

During the semi-finals, Song Ci had already collaborated with the symphony orchestra, so everyone knew each other. Seeing Song Ci coming, the orchestra's chief conductor, Corris, smiled and greeted her, "Dear Song, I thought you weren't coming today."

Song Ci touched cheeks cordially with the conductor. After they separated, she said, "How dare I not come? I don't want to miss any opportunity to work with you, even if it's just a rehearsal."

This flattery really hit the mark, and Corris was delighted. "Come, let me introduce you to Eliza's father, Idris. I'm sure you've heard of him."

Coris took Song Ci's arm and brought her to Eliza and Idris.

Although he did not make a formal appearance today, Idris was still dressed very elegantly and handsomely. A white swallowtail suit made him look tall and handsome, much like a European aristocrat.

As a junior, Song Ci naturally had to show respect when meeting an elder. She nodded to Idris and said, "Mr. Teren, I've long heard of you."

Idris Teren looked at Song Ci with a half-smile and said, "I know you, Song Ci."

Kris took over and said, "Could it be that Idris has also seen Song's performance? Isn't she very good?"

Idris told conductor Corris: "I have indeed seen Song perform, but I don't know her because of her wonderful performances in competitions."

Kris showed a confused expression and asked curiously, "Could it be that there is another connection between the two of you?"

Idris smiled and said to Chris, "Chris, you must remember that our symphony orchestra once had a very outstanding violinist, her name was Rain."

Kris immediately showed a surprised expression, "Rain?" Kris looked at Song Ci in surprise. He guessed something and exclaimed, "Oh my God, Song, you are Rain's daughter? It's unbelievable!"

Chris and Jiang Shiyu are about the same age, and they had performed together when they were young. He has a particularly deep memory of the beautiful mixed-race girl Jiang Shiyu.

Koris stared at Song Ci's cheek and sighed, "I should have seen it earlier. Your eyes are very similar to your mother's. You are worthy of being mother and daughter. You are even better than your mother."

Eliza felt a little jealous when she heard Corris's undisguised admiration for Song Ci.

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