Shi Yan thought his chance to shine had come, so he took a deep breath, picked up his instrument, and began to play.
"No, this place is wrong."
Shi Yan stopped and asked, "President Yan, where are you referring to?"
"This entire section is wrong, did you write this?"
Shi Yan was a little embarrassed. "Yes."
"I don't think so. Such an obvious mistake should have been noticed by the person who wrote this piece."
Today was also the first time Chen Qian had heard Shi Yan play his new piece. When he first listened, he felt that there was a small section that was not quite harmonious, and he thought that Shi Yan might have made a mistake because he was nervous.
I just listened to Shi Yan play it again, and that's when I realized that this part in the middle is indeed wrong.
Shi Yan couldn't have missed such a basic compositional error, but if he did, how could he have played it wrong twice?
Hearing Chairman Yan's question, Shi Yan felt a little uneasy. He always copied Shi Qian's scores directly. Those who knew Shi Qian's music could tell at a glance that it was a masterpiece, so he never made any changes.
During his practice, he felt something was off, but he believed it must be some kind of design by Shi Qian, and Shi Yan had no intention of changing it.
Although he played the piece well, he knew nothing about composition. He was afraid that making random changes would ruin the whole piece. He never suspected that the problem was with the piece itself, but only that his playing was not yet proficient enough.
But now even the president of the Beijing Music Association said that something was wrong here. It might not be a design flaw, but a real mistake. Shi Yan was about to explain and try to salvage the situation when he saw President Yan's gaze sweep over everyone and land on Shi Qian.
"I've finally found you, this old man! Isn't this your piece?"
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