Chapter 974 (1/2)
”Woo, woo, woo...”
After Leia saronga's beautiful singing, the bell and sand hammer bring up the prelude, ”babayetuye tuuliye...” A male singer from South Africa joins the Swahili main prayer to the African drum.
Song Ya made a gesture to the violinists, and his right hand continued to wave the baton. The violin's voice cut in accurately, which made him smile with satisfaction and intoxication.
Baba Yetu rehearsed quickly for more than three minutes, with scattered applause behind her.
”Thank you.”
He turned around and made witty bows to Barron Boye, music director of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, Shirley Fleming, editor in chief of Americana music magazine, and Claude Schoenberg, a French composer and composer of musicals such as les miserables, Miss Saigon and Martin Gail.
”Great symphony, touching, aplus.”
South African singers come to hug, and lea saronga.
”Thank you, thank you.”
Baba Yetu can't afford to wait for the inefficient rehearsal schedule of the University of Chicago students, so he has come to ask Barron Boye again. Now, except for some Chinese and African special instruments, most of the musicians are from the Chicago Symphony Orchestra's backup lineup, many of whom are familiar. They often go to help a + record accompaniment to earn extra money.
”There are lots of small places, aplus You should pay attention to... ”
Barenboy got up and compared the score and began to teach his command skills.
Song Ya was humbly taught, and he thought with pride: can you boast that I have learned from barenboy? Tut Tut, the disciple of the top conductor, the absolute top of the chain of contempt in the music circle, and further on, the ancestors of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra, those brilliant names, Stravinsky, Lena, Solti From generation to generation All the way to me?
”Remember?” Barron Boyle didn't know what was going on in his heart.
”Remember, Mr. barenboy.”
”Well, keep rehearsing and get the choir in place as soon as possible.”
”Well, you can rest assured.”
Rehearsing a symphony is not boring. At least it's more interesting than sweating out a sweat for the tour rehearsal. The original Tianqi music is in his head. The whole process of picking up music scores is very painful, but it is very helpful to deepen understanding and memory. Song Ya can hear some obvious flaws in the performance of the musicians. When watching the rehearsal of the game of power, he remembers barrenboy's treatment of this This kind of mistake is very severe. I often stop in the middle of the way and stare at the wrong musicians. Although I don't have the authority, I also stare at each other with murderous and fierce eyes.
The violinist who made a mistake shook his hand, so he took the people beside him.
”Stop! What's the matter with you? ”
Barenboy felt shameless and called out angrily to straighten up.
“APLUS？”
Goodman appeared at the door of the rehearsal room and waved to himself.
According to experience, barrenboy has a long speech. Sonya goes over and takes a document from Goodman. ”What?”
”Old Bain's land is settled.” Goodman replied.
”You should know, Goodman, I never sign important documents in this situation.”
Song Ya is not happy, many star players bankruptcy experience and lessons are close at hand, such documents he will never sign, generally take home or the office carefully review.
”I can't help it. You are so busy these days. I thought you were at the rehearsal venue It's a run. Sherifen also said that as soon as you get home in the evening, you will go to bed soon
”I don't want to disturb your rest,” Goodman said
”Really.”
Song Ya was not difficult for him. He was able to read through it. The transaction price was five million yuan. Except for some industrial land that had already been completed, the commercial and residential examination and approval of other plots were ignored by Mr. Barnes. After the transaction, he had to spend a lot of money. Fortunately, with the help of the governor, he should not be unable to do it.
Other It's nothing. It's a standard real estate business.
Bite the baton in your mouth, take the brush brush, sign where it should be signed, and give it all back to Goodman. ”Has Reverend William helped me with old Barnes' church?”
”No, the pastor over there says old Barnes they don't want to join.” Goodman replied.