September 3.

Manhattan, New York, USA.

In the Everley Fisher Hall at the Lincoln Art Center, Li Yange and Ma Yo-yu stood on the stage, feeling the place that musicians considered the world stage.

On the ceiling, the gorgeous chandeliers are dazzling, and the surrounding walls are carved with European-style patterns, which look classic and elegant. The huge crystal lamp in the center of the concert hall emits colorful and colorful colors under the lights.

Shining, charming, like a gorgeous dream!

Looking at the rows of empty seats below the stage, Li Yange's heart was beating. It was the first time he stood in this concert hall that could accommodate nearly 3,000 people, and it was also the first time he stood on the stage of the Lincoln Art Center. A strange feeling gradually grew deep in his heart.

This feeling is wonderful, with success, nervousness, and a hint of excitement.

Yo-you Ma noticed Li Yange's slightly gasping breathing beside him, and couldn't help but ask with a smile: "Yange, do you have any thoughts standing in the Aifley Fisher Hall, one of the best concert halls in the world?"

"Great! It feels like an indescribable wonder."

After saying this, Li Yange's mouth raised slightly.

Yo-yo Ma sighed: "Yes, when I first came to Lincoln Art Center to perform, I had a similar idea to you. One of the best stages in the world, I could actually follow you. I still remember that I was very nervous at that time and my heart was beating wildly."

"You will be nervous too? Haven't you ever performed at the Kanaki Hall very early?" Li Yange was surprised. Yo-yo Ma became famous very early and appeared on the stage of Kanaki Hall in New York as a teenager. He just came to the Lincoln Art Center. Can the other party be so nervous?

“That’s different.”

Yo-yo Ma shook his head and said, "I went to Kanaki to perform as a member of the band, but when I came to the Lincoln Art Center, it was my personal concert. As a member of the band, I don't have to worry about whether the tickets were sold out, nor do I have to worry about whether the performance would be messed up just because I was alone. But the personal concert is different, and I am the only focus of everyone."

After listening to Yo-you Ma's words, Li Yange became a little nervous. Although he didn't need to perform on stage in person, he just needed to be a conductor in front of him, but as Yo-you Ma said, this is his personal concert. In addition to paying attention to the music, everyone will also focus on him.

The two of them remained silent for a moment. After a while, Li Yange exclaimed: "I almost forgot if you didn't say it, and I don't know how the tickets were sold?"

"Don't worry about this. I've asked you for your request. The tickets are sold well. There are 2,874 locations. More than 2,000 pieces have been sold. I guess by the day when you are officially performing, the tickets should be sold out..."

When Li Yange heard that the tickets had sold more than 2,000 tickets, he felt relieved. He was really afraid that he would not be able to sell two or three tickets, so it would be really embarrassing when the performance was performed.

In fact, Li Yange underestimated his popularity in the United States at this time. Although he is definitely not as good as Yo-Yo Ma, a cellist who is well-known in the United States who often appears in major newspapers, he has a record of winning the "Oscar for Best Composition" and Polykin's vigorous publicity over the past few months. His fame is still a little bit in the United States, or in New York.

Especially near Chinatown, Li Yange, who is also a Chinese, is very famous there. On the one hand, in addition to the targeted publicity of Polykin, the interview that Xinhua News Agency reporter Zhuo Jun gave to Li Yange last year was published in several local Chinese newspapers. Many Chinese who worked hard or lived in New York more or less knew that a very talented musician had appeared in China.

So this time, in addition to the 500 tickets sent by Polygon, almost half of the tickets sold were purchased by local Chinese, and they also wanted to hear what works from domestic mainland musicians look like.

...

Time flies, and a week passes in a blink of an eye.

After months of intense rehearsals and several days of rehearsals and rest at the IFley Fisher Hall, Li Yange and the "Dunhuang Orchestra" led by him are finally going to perform officially today.

It was past four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were two hours left before the performance officially began.

In the backstage of the concert hall, members of the orchestra were scattered around. Some of the big guys were trying to review the music scores, while others were playing the instruments in their hands, wanting to get familiar with them in advance.

In the corner, Li Yange, the protagonist of our concert today, was sitting there nervously, pulling the bow tie worn at the collar from time to time, feeling a little bit of a neck strangling, and occasionally getting up to pull the clothes. He was not used to wearing this tuxedo, and always felt that the fabric extending from both sides of the clothes was very inconvenient.

Cheng Shaojun, who was wearing a dress, just after someone poured a cup of hot water for Li Yange, he saw that the bow tie on his neck was crooked again. He walked over and said in anger, "Why did you pull the bow tie again?"

"It feels a little bit of a neck strangled." Li Wen twisted his bow tie.

"Have you tied your neck? You lower your head and I'll see if it's tighter." Cheng Shaojun asked him to squat down and took a look around behind him. It wasn't that tighter.

"You're so nervous."

At this time, Yo-yo Ma, who was also wearing a tuxedo, stepped over and saw the slightest tension on Li Yange's face, and smiled and said, "Relax, your bow tie is not so tight, and your outfit is very good now, it is very suitable for you."

"Okay, maybe it's too nervous." Li Yange breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was quite old, he had never stood in a concert hall of thousands of people, so he was really nervous.

"It's okay, relax." Seeing him like this, Cheng Shaojun walked over and held his arm a little worriedly.

Li Yange looked back at Cheng Shaojun's exquisite makeup, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll relax."

"Miss Cheng, you can chat with him. Chatting can relieve tension."

"Okay Mr. Ma."

Perhaps it was because of Yo-you Ma’s suggestion that the two sat down and started chatting. Before they were about to take the stage, most of Li Yange’s nervous feeling dispersed.

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night.

Six o'clock.

The Avery Fisher Hall, which can accommodate nearly 3,000 people, is full. At the front of the audience, there are tickets distributed by Polykin Records, including New York musicians, singers, Hollywood producers, and even some film critics and music critics.

Going back, you can see a large number of Asian faces, all of whom are Chinese living in New York. After many days of publicity, they also knew that a musician from China was going to perform at the Lincoln Art Center, and many people spontaneously came to support this compatriot.

In addition, there are many music lovers. Among these music lovers, most of them are local celebrities in New York, or white middle class. They are rich and capable, so it is normal for them to spend money to watch a concert. In addition, this is the first Chinese to perform at the Lincoln Art Center in recent decades, which also makes local New York people feel very curious and want to see what this Chinese musician has done.

A few minutes of waiting, when the time comes to 6:15.

The curtain has not yet been opened!

A loud and long bell that seemed to be from ancient times, as if it was a world-breaking sound, suddenly rang in the concert hall, not only opening the prelude to the concert, but also shaking the hearts of the audience.
Chapter completed!