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The corners of Andrew's mouth were rising slightly, and he was trying very hard to hide his pride and excitement, but the nineteen-year-old youthfulness still made it impossible to hide the slightly pursed corners of his mouth. The excitement, excitement, and youthful youth were exactly what they felt at that time. Vigor spreads out between his eyebrows, as if he already owns the whole world.
Sitting in front of the drum set, Andrew could clearly feel the attention pouring in from all directions, but his nervousness had disappeared. He believed that he was special, and he believed that Fletcher saw his Talent, he believed that he could occupy a place here. He believed that he was a genius! Destined to shine on the stage！
This moment was his shining moment. He could even imagine himself shining in the audience and receiving thunderous applause after his performance..
“Very good, gangs, 'Whip'." Fletcher walked into the classroom, his whole body in a relaxed posture, gestured to everyone, and then cast his eyes towards Andrew, "Slow down the pace. , okay? Neiman? Just try your best." There was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which was far away from the devilish image just now. It was like a breath of spring/breeze, showing a father-like kindness. It seemed that he looked at Andrew differently..
Andrew showed a shallow smile, slightly shy, and tried hard to express his modesty, but the pride and pride deep in his eyes still surged uncontrollably..
But then, Andrew still grabbed the drumstick and got ready. He noticed a small detail: After Fletcher was sure that his preparations were complete, he looked away and formally said, "Start.".”
So, he is indeed special.
“Five six seven...let's go.”
At Fletcher's command, Andrew withdrew all his attention and began to play the drums. The beginning part was not too difficult. Andrew unconsciously muttered counting the beats deep in his throat, "2-3 -2", the hand muscles are a little tight, the rhythm is relatively crisp, and the beat is stepped steadily.
The whole rhythm is even and stable, and it is completed strictly in accordance with the score. As a result, it lacks a bit of personal characteristics and style, as well as some emotional injection and interpretation. It can be said to be quite satisfactory, closer to the teaching template. But Andrew is Don’t dare to relax at all. The most important thing is to make sure your rhythm is accurate at the beginning..
Inadvertently, Fletcher's voice came to my ears, "There's a little bit of drumming here.”.
Literally speaking, this sentence is "adding flowers and filling", which means that when crossing the door, add flowers to the drum rhythm, do not rigidly stick to the rhythm shape, and give the performance more skills and emotions instead of being cold. The musical notes and melody, intuitively understood, are to inject personal characteristics, rather than a regular basic performance..
Andrew glanced slightly from the corner of his eyes, and then saw Fletcher's movements, indicating that he would add a little more tricks here. This reminded Andrew of their first meeting, when he repeated it alone in the practice room after class. During practice, I unexpectedly met Fletcher. Fletcher didn’t say much at that time, but nodded in affirmation..
And those words of encouragement from Fletcher during the break just now.
Does this mean that his talent and talent are what Fletcher values most? His own characteristics and colors are the reasons why Fletcher chose himself？
Andrew's confidence couldn't help but rise. His wrist movements and finger jitters added some clever changes, and the steady rhythm suddenly began to jump..
He raised his head and looked at Fletcher out of the corner of his eye, just like a canine seeking the attention of its owner, with a hint of uncertainty..
Fletcher supported his left hand with his right hand, held his chin with his left hand, and beat his head gently. He seemed to be enjoying the performance. His stretched eyebrows and raised corners of his mouth looked extremely relaxed, just like an ordinary audience member. Just like listening to a jazz performance, truly immersed in it and wander freely.
Fletcher's reaction greatly encouraged Andrew.
So, Andrew tried his best and used all the tricks he knew, completely treating this place as his own stage to shine. Because his muscles were so strong that his shoulders and upper body also swayed. It's as if the whole person is immersed in the ocean of jazz. The feeling of being like a fish in water, natural and integrated creates an illusion: the illusion that the musical notes are in one's hands..
At this moment, Andrew felt that he was the god who dominated the musical notes.！
Fletcher spread his hands wide and exclaimed, "This is simply the incarnation of Buddy Rich."！”
The smile on Andrew's lips couldn't help but rise. He was Buddy Rich! He is Buddy Rich! The youthful vitality was like the golden sunshine at ten o'clock in the morning, scorching, dazzling, and dazzling. Even Apollo was eclipsed. The pride and pride slowly spread between his eyebrows, but he still told himself: Be humble, I have to stay humble.
So, Andrew tried hard to suppress his smile, and once again concentrated on playing, working harder and harder, and more and more fancy, trying his best to show himself, as if this was his personal concert, other bands' His teammates seemed to be reduced to the background, setting off his shining glory..
But Fletcher's smile paused on his lips, and suddenly he raised his right hand and made a fist gesture, interrupting the entire band's performance. Only Andrew's drum beat was still playing, just slowly. After half a beat, Andrew also paused his playing and looked at Fletcher in confusion..
Fletcher pursed his lips vigorously, as if he was thinking seriously, and then pointed out in a gentle and friendly tone, "There was a problem there just now. Go back to measure seventeen..”
Seventeen bars? Andrew didn't know why. Didn't his performance receive praise and recognition?？
Afterwards, Fletcher returned to his command seat again, raised his right hand, and scanned the audience. His eyes finally fell on Andrew, "Ready. Five, six, seven... go.".”
Andrew plays again.
His upper body had been exerting faint force, and it seemed that he only needed a little more force in his muscles to correct the "problem" just now; but deep down, he was a little unsure, because he couldn't hear what the problem was at all. So. , his eyes were firmly locked on Fletcher's figure: Could it be that there were too many tricks just now? Or the force just now was not accurate enough?？
It can be clearly seen that Andrew's hitting movements are slightly stiff and his control has become weak, but he is working hard to make adjustments and make corrections according to his own ideas..
But the smile on Fletcher's face was disappearing little by little, and then he clenched his right fist again and interrupted the performance..
Fletcher pinched his right hand into an orchid finger, as if holding an invisible beat with three fingers. His expression was slightly serious, he hesitated for a moment, his tone was still gentle, and he said in a coaxing way, "It doesn't fit my rhythm very well.".”
Andrew was stunned for a moment, the pride and pride quietly disappeared into the depths of his pupils, replaced by a trace of solemnity and confusion: "My rhythm"? What's Fletcher's rhythm like? How should he fit in with Fletcher's rhythm?？
Fletcher didn't pause and continued, "One more time. Five, six, seven... Let's go.".”
Andrew had to retract his thoughts, concentrate, and concentrate all his attention on the drum kit again, but before the first four beats were over, Fletcher clenched his right fist again and interrupted. Playing, unknowingly, Fletcher's footsteps are approaching little by little.
“Step on the accent on the first beat of measure 18 (Downbeat-On-18)." Fletcher taught him step by step, "Do it again. Five, six, seven... let's go.！”
Andrew was a little at a loss, a little shy, a little embarrassed, and a little embarrassed, but he still pretended to be nonchalant and nodded to show that he understood, and then started playing again..
After playing the first four beats this time, Fletcher immediately started shaking his head, shaking his head repeatedly. When the second four beats just started, Fletcher clenched his fists again and interrupted the performance. , "Bar-17, the-AND-of-4）.”
It is very particular to subdivide quarter note beats in English, "1-A-AND-D, 2-A-AND-D, 3-A-AND-D, 4-A-AND-D", which is actually Divide one beat into four small dots, each syllable represents a quarter note. If placed in a complete four beats, then each note is a sixteenth note..
In Fletcher's words, he specifically refers to the "AND" syllable of the fourth beat, which is the third sixteenth note in the fourth beat. This means that the beat of this note is slower..
As mentioned before, the song "Whiplash" has a seven-beat rhythm, so the arrangement and combination of each beat are different. The cyclic arrangement and combination of two beats, three beats and two beats is subdivided into a sixteenth note. , the rhythm control has become extremely delicate. It can be described vividly as：
The difference in the thickness of a hair.
Fletcher's words made Andrew even more nervous, his brows frowned slightly unconsciously, and countless question marks were echoing in his mind.：
Where should the third sixteenth note of the fourth beat be? More compact? Or more procrastination? Wait, didn't Fletcher just praise himself as Buddy Rich? So what went wrong now? Oops, he was embarrassed in front of the other members of the band, just like the lead trombone just now, he wouldn't be like that too, right?？
“Five sixty-seven, let's go！”
Fletcher gave the orders again.
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