radicalducati Page 522
Page 522
However, Kana Eto didn't seem to have forgotten about this. After saying that, she started to adjust the pitch herself.
It's still B, an old friend of the Shenxu Wind Ensemble.
The girls blew in their breath, music started, and they pressed the pistons, giving the notes different sounds. A simple tuning was enough to make people feel happy.
As Kitahara Hakuba clenched his hand, the harmonics in the room abruptly ceased. With the lingering resonance still present, they turned their attention to the musical score.
The once extremely quiet space fell silent once again.
The students listening in believed that they would be able to play this year's competition piece.
But what followed was wind music they had never heard before.
Inside, the clear overture of the oboe filled the room, creating a breathtakingly beautiful timbre.
The students standing and listening exchanged puzzled glances with their companions, seemingly trying to find out the origin of the wind instrument piece.
But none of them noticed the look that said, "Oh! I've heard of this before!"
Without a doubt, this piece belongs to the Shin-hsu Wind Ensemble.
The onlookers stared intently at Kana Eto, all eager to know just how skilled the department head was at playing the oboe.
Arpeggios, vibrato, glissando, double stops, and staccato—a simple overture uses many oboe tonal techniques.
Although there are many people, once the musicians are in the zone and are not disturbed, nothing in the outside world matters.
It's like even if the world ends, you can still confess your love to the person you like on a pedestrian bridge.
That's the charm of playing wind instruments.
Chapter 372, Chapter 371: Night Talk in the Sandpit (4.6) Monthly Tickets~~
Kitahara Hakuba stood on the conductor's platform, gently raising his wrist. The members of the Shin-Asahi Wind Ensemble were already accustomed to conducting without a baton. (Hakuba Academy, Kuai Xinzhang, Jie Geng Xin Kuai)
Outside the window, a crowd of people stood, peering inside.
Kuno Tachibana waited quietly; the first movement was mainly dominated by woodwind instruments and the bass part.
The sheet music had the Arabic numeral eleven on the ribbon, representing the four trumpeters in her part, who had nothing to do but wait silently.
The marimba solo, with its gentle tapping of the wooden soundboard, produces crisp notes that fall like raindrops, creating a melody that evokes the feeling of springtime.
Every member was doing their best, and there were so many "colleagues" around them that no one wanted to have their shortcomings pointed out by Kitahara-sensei on the spot.
As Kitahara Hakuba's wrist moved upwards, the brass instruments followed suit, the bass gradually faded away, and each part repeated the monotonous melody.
Summer wind chimes tinkle, and melodious trumpets leap out, sparkling like stars in the sky.
He looked at Kuno Tachibana and gently extended his hand.
Kuno Tachibana gripped his feet tightly inside the shoe, took a deep breath, put the mouthpiece in his mouth, and vibrated his lips.
This is the trumpet's cadenza, where its unique timbre is born in the air. The difficulty of this section lies in the fading at the end, where the sound must approach zero. This is something that people with poor breath control simply cannot do.
However, Tachibana Kuno finished playing with perfect grace, leaving those listening nearby with expressions of astonishment and solemnity.
It's no wonder they're the Shin-Uchi High School brass band; in their eyes, every section performed exceptionally well, with no flaws to be found.
"stop-"
Just as they were thinking this, Kitahara Hakuba suddenly called for a stop and said,
"The trombone, starting from the fourth measure, needs to coordinate with the bass line and be played more delicately. The woodwind line is crucial here. What I'm asking for is balance across all the lines. The clarinet is too prominent, the oboe is already less prominent and is even more suppressed, and the saxophone is played too low. Be careful not to let any one instrument's timbre stand out. Listen more to the other lines. It's good to have distinctive features, but not at the right time."
"Yes!"
"And then Amami played the timpani too hard, why?"
"Ne bao shu".
Seeing his embarrassed expression, the other boys couldn't help but cover their mouths and laugh. They wanted to show off but ended up running into Kitahara-sensei's gun.
“I won’t say too many harsh words here, but every note in the percussion is crucial. If you hit it too hard, the other parts will have to raise their pitch. I think you know what to do.”
"I'm sorry."
No sound could escape Kitahara-sensei's ears; many of the problems arose from the addition of new members to the vocal parts.
The exception is Amami Sou, who wants to be admired by girls.
Kana Eto continued to suck on the reed. During Kitahara-sensei's time here, these new students would be able to put their skills to good use, and they would definitely be the backbone of the club next year.
Tonight, the Shenxu Wind Ensemble practiced only this one piece, and the next three hours were completely unchanged.
As for why the practice only lasted three hours, it was due to the poor soundproofing of the side hall. If the practice continued past nine o'clock, it might upset some unrelated passengers.
It sounds nice, but if you play it on repeat for hours, especially with many sections looping, and you still need to take breaks, anyone would feel dissatisfied.
As time passed, fewer and fewer students remained, and by 8:30 PM, only a few were still there, looking listless.
The practice ended a little after nine o'clock in the evening, but in reality, it only went through four cycles. The rest of the time was spent going back and forth on various sections.
The students who stayed until the end never expected that they would actually get the right to take a photo with Kitahara Hakuba.
They immediately posted it on social media.
"If the senior students were still here, the bass part would definitely have gone much more smoothly."
Yes, that's right.
As he spoke with Hariya Kaho, Kurosawa Maki gently touched his chin, then bent down and used his fingers to hook up the sock that had slipped down.
Each movement of this wind instrument piece by Kitahara-sensei is very difficult.
Various techniques flew towards the crowd like a shower of flowers, and no vocal part was spared.
He understood this, so when problems arose, he spoke very gently.
"Kurosawa-senpai, could it be that I sang terribly just now?"
Hariya Kaho smiled as she looked at Kurosawa Maki beside her. Her eyes were downturned, giving her a gentle appearance.
"what?"
Kurosawa Maki quickly shook her head and said, "No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Hariya-senpai played it wonderfully!"
"I was just kidding, don't be nervous."
Hariya Kaho smiled, then realized what she was doing and raised her hand to cover her mouth, saying...
"Does my expression just now resemble that of a bad girl bullying you?"
"No, Harutani-senpai looks so gentle."
"Really? Then I'm relieved."
"Her bass voice is really weak. It would be better if Kurosawa could take better care of her."
The section leader, Goto Meirai, suddenly spoke up, his large, gold-painted tuxedo almost completely covering his upper body.
His voice was so magnetic that it made one wonder if he had an electric coil stuck in his throat.
"That's what it is."
Goto Nara adjusted his glasses and said, "While there were good parts overall, the performance felt a bit stiff, like a mango whose skin hadn't been completely peeled off—"
What you're saying is very vague and unclear.
Kaho Hariya picked up on his words without further ado.
"Because of people like me adding to it, the quality is definitely not as good as before. I don't know when I'll be able to reach the same standard as Isogen-senpai."
Goto Meirai's gaze fell on the shimmering surface of the tube, and he said in a low voice:
"I think you can do it, Harutani."
After proving for a while, Hariya Kaho turned slightly to the side, her small face smiling, and said:
"Hehe, I feel relieved to hear that. Are you coming over to my place tonight, Goto-kun?"
"Not good, I'm going to play chess with Tianhai and the others tonight."
"Wait, girls can play chess in their dorm rooms now!"
"That's not good. Going to the girls' dormitory is too dangerous. Mr. Kurosaki is keeping an eye on us."
"Then we can go out and have fun tonight!"
"Not good. ′w^a~n!g`l′is.o′n￠g.+c·o^m·"
Watching the two who were already chatting enthusiastically, Kurosawa Maki, standing to the side, gradually became dazed.
?
"Huh?! What are those two doing?! Are they flirting in front of me? Hariya-senpai is such a seemingly innocent girl, but inside she's a total slut, isn't she? So lewd! And she even said 'Come over to my place tonight?' in front of the boys, huh?! Is that something a normal girl would say? She better not tell anyone she's from Hokkaido!"
In the sandy beach near the hotel, five girls lay in separate sand pits, wearing yukatas with only their heads showing, looking just like turtles.
As soon as Kurosawa Maki got into the fandom, she started making all sorts of complaints.
"What is she saying? She's been mumbling incessantly ever since she got inside," Nagasawa Miya asked.
Kuno Tachibana's gaze was fixed on the "belly," which was covered with soil, and he could feel the soil trembling with every breath.
They came out of curiosity about sand baths, but after coming in, they found that it was better to just go to the hot springs.
For the next ten to twenty minutes, they were completely unable to move, not even to the point of scratching themselves.
If he couldn't speak, he would be no different from being dead.
“It upset her that Hariya-senpai and Goto-senpai are a couple.”
"That's it? You're not happy?" Nagasawa Miya rolled her eyes.
Kurosawa Maki exclaimed excitedly, "Of course I'm not happy! This is a terrifying thing! Yu-chan! Tell me, what kind of place is the brass band club?!"
While enjoying the moment with her eyes closed, Goto Yu said:
"Wrong! The brass band club is actually a place of backstabbing and life-or-death struggle!" Kurosawa Maki shouted.
Kirishima Mayi let out a weary sigh:
"I heard that Goto-senpai and Hariya-senpai have been dating for a long time, before Hariya-senpai joined the brass band."
Kurosawa Maki was even more dissatisfied with this: