Chapter 1054? Wrath of Barenboy

"Where's Aunt Susie?"

At night, in the small recording studio on the top floor of Highland Park, Song Ya, who was chatting with Shakira about the score of we are one, heard footsteps at the door and asked casually.

"They're all back in Hyde Park, and Tony said you're not allowed to have a celebration party here, so... you have to go back."

It was Xue Linfen's voice, Shakira instantly put down her hand pressing the keyboard keys, and moved a little further away.

"Feel sorry."

Song Ya looked back at Xue Linfen who was holding the door, "I thought it was Goodman...he went home too?"

"No, I'm still waiting for you in the study." Xue Linfen replied.

"Well, I'll leave for a while."

I had no choice but to give Shakira some advice, got up and walked to the door, "You should go to bed early too, you have worked hard today." Song Ya said to Xue Linfen again.

"It's okay, I'll send a plane to pick up Little Robb and Little Jon? Is that okay?" Xue Linfen asked.

"Of course, I miss them too."

When Song Ya left the recording studio, Xue Linfen walked in, "I used to play drums," she said.

"Wow..." Shakira exclaimed.

"I have lived with rock bands since I was a child. My mother is a keyboard player, an aunt is a singer, and another aunt can play bass, called suzi quatro..."

"I've heard of suzi quatro! He's your aunt!?"

"Yes……"

Hee hee, it's good to talk, Song Ya can go to the study in peace.

Goodman was half lying on the sofa watching an old movie, and two glasses of whiskey had already been poured on the coffee table next to him, "Are you going to start rehearsing with the Chicago Symphony Orchestra tomorrow?" Hearing Song Ya's sound of closing the door, he asked.

"Yes."

The appointment with Barenboy began on December 1st. Due to the return to Chicago last month and the strike, the shooting progress of the football stunner could only be postponed for four days, "Mr. Barenboy is already very unhappy. "Song Ya picked up the cup and took a small sip.

"I heard that the Symphony Center is going to be renovated.

said Goodman.

"Yeah?"

The Chicago Symphony Center is the base of the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. It has a history of 100 years. "Then I ask Donovan to help draw up a number?" A sum of money must be donated.

"Um."

The two chatted about the Barn case while watching TV. The case had been thoroughly researched by the fantasy lawyers, and the external situation had gradually become more relaxed. Goodman needed to help him solve his doubts. Rarely, "Chuck, I'm going to... limit Connie's wallet, what do you think?" Song Ya changed the subject.

It was Connie who provoked Tony's beating and stealing car, and she didn't seem to feel guilty today.

"How to limit? She gets her 'salary' from Susie's charitable foundation, and that foundation...has just received 10 million dollars from Oprah not long ago." Goodman smiled wryly, "I can't do this, You have to convince your relatives yourself."

"Okay, I'll look for a chance."

Song Ya scratched her head, "Uh, next time Xue Linfen asks you to adjust a private jet, it's best to ask her what she wants to use it for first, and don't let her bring someone I don't want to see to the house suddenly."

"You don't want to see Bill McKennick?" Goodman asked back.

"No, I mean to ask in advance when encountering such a situation in the future... In short, you understand what I mean."

"OK, I understand."

Early the next morning, Old Mike parked his car at the gate of the Chicago Symphony Center. A hundred years ago, this nine-story Georgian-style building might have been the most magnificent and magnificent building on Michigan Avenue, but it has now been replaced by the surrounding skyscrapers. It looks a bit low and old, "Don't get out of the car yet."

Old Mike didn't care about the appearance of the building. What he was worried about was that the gate was facing the street. This kind of old-fashioned theater layout led to pedestrian walks. He used the walkie-talkie to instruct the front and rear bodyguards to get out of the car and line up the wall.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Shakira noticed that Song Ya's spirit was suddenly a little depressed, and asked with concern.

"nothing."

Under the cool morning light, two people stopped and chatted at the entrance of the Symphony Center. They were double bass players, because they were carrying double bass cases that were taller than a person. This largest bowed stringed instrument even required a The small wheels make it easy for musicians to move with heavy loads on their backs.

This scene brought me another apocalypse movie, so now I was a little dizzy, Song Ya slowed down for about ten seconds, and then lovingly kissed the Latin girl beside her.

"So nervous! I'll see Barenboy in person later..."

The director, conductor and pianist of one of the top ten symphony orchestras in the world is naturally an idol in the hearts of musicians, Shakira said with longing.

"Hey, I know him very well, and he likes the symphony I composed very much."

The bodyguard drove the two double bass players into the door, but no paparazzi was found. The old Mike signaled for safety, went down and opened the rear door, Song Ya took Shakira's hand and walked quickly across the trail, while not forgetting himself boast.

"I don't feel safe here..."

Old Mike's eyes are always attracted by the musical instrument boxes of the musicians coming and going, as if a killer will take out the prestigious Chicago typewriter from it in the next second: a Thompson submachine gun that is easy to carry and hide.

"Don't make a fuss here too, take it easy, Mike."

Song Ya didn't want to disturb the classical musicians here, "Actually, I think the security level can be lowered, what do you think?"

Motura completely cut off the way back to Sony Columbia Records, so even if he hangs up, the benefits of commemorative albums and the like have nothing to do with him. Since he can't get any economic and performance benefits, a rational professional manager A person should not commit a murder just for personal revenge or to express his anger. He should know that doing so requires his life to bear the consequences.

Goodman also analyzed it in the same way last night.

"Fate is yours, not mine." Old Mike replied quietly.

"In short, let's keep a low profile in this building. I think... it's better to be in awe of the tradition and skills of classical music."

Song Ya smiled.

He came here during the last few rehearsals of the Game of Thrones symphony earlier, he walked through the building with ease, and soon found the large rehearsal room allocated to baba yetu.

"Okay! Now tell me, is it faster or slower?"

As soon as I walked to the door, I heard Barenboy's voice, "Fast or slow!?" This is a soundproof door, and it is not difficult to imagine how loudly the top conductor inside is roaring.

"Aren't you going in?" Shakira asked.

"Shh." Song Ya smirked and told her not to make a sound, then put her ear against the door, so she followed suit.

"Unbelievable! How could they admit a mentally handicapped into the orchestra! Can you understand the staff?! Tell me what this is!?"

"eighth note."

"What's this?"

"Dotted sixteenth note."

"So you can understand it! Then you answer me now... is it fast or slow!?"

Barenboy seemed to be admonishing the musicians, very grumpy, "Answer!" he roared.

"Soon?"

"My God! I didn't realize there was a pig hiding in the orchestra! Get out, fat man! Go eat your Big Mac meal! Go where you should be!" Unsatisfied, full of fragrance.

Shakira heard the sound of things being smashed, the sound of chairs falling, and then the sound of footsteps getting closer.

"Yes! Very good! That's it! Running out of mother's room crying like a nine-year-old girl! That's it! Fatty..."

After hearing this sentence, she jumped away quickly, but found that Song Ya was still sticking her ear to the door foolishly, reaching out to pull it but there was no time, the door was opened from the inside, and Song Ya fell into the position holding the cello, already crying Flowing into the arms of the young fat man.

"I'm sorry." Song Ya apologized quickly. He was a little insensitive just now, because another movie was revealed, but in the play, a jazz orchestra conductor was training the drummer.

But the other party didn't have the mood to pay attention to him, covered his eyes with his hands and passed by, and quickly disappeared at the end of the corridor...

Now that the door opened, Song Ya found that the eyes of the musicians inside had already focused on him, so he had to bite the bullet and walk in, "I'm here, Mr. Barenboy."

The atmosphere inside was frighteningly depressing. There were more than 30 musicians in total. The young people all bowed their heads in silence and didn't even dare to lift their eyelids. These people are usually backup musicians. They are the older principals of various voices and the like. The official members of this group are all famous figures in the classical music world. There is a high probability that they are world-renowned soloists, or have professorships in the conservatory of music.

"Ha, finally it's our great composer's turn."

Barenboy, who was still in a rage, was almost the only lion in the room. He glanced over and stopped looking at himself. He said to the musicians while packing up the music on the conductor stand: "Why? Shouldn't you be applauding?" Is it? Oh, the late big star also brought his little girlfriend, the Chicago Symphony Orchestra should create a dedicated couple conductor stand for them! Don't be dazed! Everyone applauds!"

A few young musicians really clapped their hands twice immediately.

It's so embarrassing, yin and yang, it's almost a public execution, "Yes, I'm sorry... the set is really going... I can't go..."

The pressure was instantly full, and she couldn't take care of Shakira for the time being, Song Ya cowardly apologized in a soft voice for not coming back on time to participate in the rehearsal.

"No, no, no need to apologize aplus, you saved me, I can finally go back to continue my humble job and serve Mr. Brahms carefully."

Barenboy pressed a large stack of music scores on Song Ya's chest, and then slammed the door and left.

"I……"

Song Ya froze in place holding the music score, her mind went blank.

The rehearsal room was so quiet that a needle could be heard. After Barenboy left, there was a lot of noise. The young musicians who were just like wooden figures looked up at themselves, as if they were waiting for orders from the new conductor. Loose and stiff body.

Shakira also cried for some reason, standing by the door with her head down, her newly dyed blond hair completely covered her face, big tears fell on the floor, patter patter.

who I am? where am I? what do I do?