Producer System: My Girlfriend is a Cellist-Chapter 699 - 439 Christine Nannali - Curtain Fall.
In the Golden Hall.
Accompanied by extremely gentle music.
A blonde girl, waving her bow, the little white rabbit pattern on her Lolita skirt swayed gently, she was almost dancing on the stage!
Right here on this stage, in this solemn Golden Hall.
Every audience member was deeply moved at this moment.
"(Such a huge contrast from before, this passage is so beautiful...!)"
"(She is simply like a princess!)"
"(A feeling of reassurance... truly enjoyable!)"
"(Is this the quality of the cellists from Tian Chao...)"
....
What is this sense of "gentleness"?
It’s not like the exaggerated gentleness you find in anime, where every word and action feels so deliberate, like a wind-up robot installed with predetermined settings.
It is light, invisible, untouchable, silently nourishing everything.
It stays by your side, perhaps you don’t notice it on normal days, but when you need it, that hint of warmth from a smile under the sun will clear away all your inner anxiety...
This kind of gentleness can instantly dispel the restlessness and unease in everyone’s heart. It possesses such a magical power...
Even though Nannali’s initial performance was a spirited, roaring force of passion.
When everyone thought Nannali was just showing off her skills.
In the climactic part, there was a sudden shift, as if forcing a big truck that couldn’t possibly stop in time to a halt, she instead presented a gentle serenade.
The contrast was simply too great!!
Many cellists could see it.
Such a sharp turn requires not only great difficulty in adjusting the feel at the technical level of the cello, but the emotional transition alone is very challenging!
Why....
Connor bit his lip, puzzled.
This kind of performance is not only extremely difficult but also... thankless.
Music with such crude emotional transitions can never have a high purpose musically.
And to some listeners, such transitions also make noise, playing with the judges’ emotions without providing a convincing purpose....
This is simply a performance begging for negative points!
"....."
However, in this Golden Hall.
In fact, only one person understood the meaning in Nannali’s music.
The first half of the piece—was the extreme aggressiveness under Gan Yanyu’s cold exterior.
The part with the interlude was the roar in Gan Yanyu’s heart.
And the climax, the part with variation.
Was the true Gan Yanyu, the gentleness of Gan Yanyu, the smile of Gan Yanyu, the back shadow of Gan Yanyu that always seemed close yet distant, hard to fathom.
Using three greatly contrasting performances.
Just to show everyone Gan Yanyu’s smile on this stage!
This was Nannali’s goal.
Also what Nannali wanted to convey to Gan Yanyu.
Fortunately.
Gan Yanyu understood.
She clasped her hands together, watching Nannali on the big screen.
After showing a comforting smile, just seconds later, the girl immediately showed a hint of worry, her brow creased into a line, and she began to pray.
"....."
Beside her, Lin Tian sensed something amiss, placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder, and then asked,
"This piece... is about you, right?"
"Hmm...."
Gan Yanyu nodded but showed sorrow,
"But she’s... going for a final performance."
Oh dear.
Lin Tian laughed, looking at Nannali on the big screen.
Lin Tian hadn’t played like this before, you were the first to do it??
What’s going on?
Seeking death with Mr. Gan?
...
"(The performance is great, but it’s already gone too far.)"
Connor folded his arms, shaking his head helplessly,
"(An unclear purpose, such an unrestrained change in performance style, is a big taboo in competitions!)"
One moment it was an intense tornado.
The next became a gentle breeze.
And it was a change without reason, impossible to explain.
Moreover, the front and back cannot form a complete purpose.
It’s more like just to express such "emotions" in the performance.
——Do you also want to play with impressionism?
What do you take the judges’ emotions for?
Change as you wish??
No matter how well you control the emotions, how excellent the cello skills are.
Music is not to be desecrated like this!!
This feeling of strong separation in the performance is absolutely unrecognizable in any way!
Perez also saw this issue and said:
"(I don’t understand! With such talent, why can’t she perform properly? Why perform like this in the Keller Cup?)"
Clearly possessing cello talent far surpassing all cellists of this era.
Yet so reckless, not treating it seriously.
What on earth is going on?!
You kids who are not even twenty, can you respect your own talent?
If you don’t want it, give it to uncle! Uncle really needs it!
Perez almost gritted his teeth, taking out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe away tears nearing breakdown.
.....
"(What is talent?)"
At the same time,
Nishikawa Yuubei folded his hands, sitting on the chair.
Gazing at Nannali, Nishikawa Yuubei murmured.
In Nishikawa Yuubei’s eyes.
At this moment, Nannali was not performing for herself.
But for a back shadow.
That shadow must be very beautiful... worth dropping everything, just to follow it.
