Music was born to convey emotions and thoughts. Through music, even if one couldn't completely guess what the composer was trying to express, one could more or less understand it.
The audience present had no way of knowing what Fang Zhao was thinking, but they seemed to understand why Fang Zhao would donate the tens of billions of dollars he had received for discovering the Alkaid.
However, understanding was one thing. Not everyone could do what Fang Zhao had done.
Some of the people seated in the audience hadn't come for Fang Zhao. They had personally seen what kind of person had been admitted to the god-level HuangArt's Twelve Tones advanced course. That kind of unconcealable brilliance wasn't something that fake marketing could compare to.
The graduation concert entered the judges' grading period. This time, the waiting time was slightly longer. The judges had to give an overall grade based on the seven pieces, which would be the final score of Fang Zhao's graduation concert. This would affect his overall grade.
Lan Jing heard people in the back row discussing.
"No wonder it was composed by someone who won a Galaxy Supernova Award. I think I saw a little kid cry listening to it. Actually, I almost cried too. When I listened to it, I suddenly felt an indescribable emotion. It felt like the music was talking about me."
"… When people are pretentious, everything they listen to sounds like they are talking about themselves," another person said.
"That's not pretentious. That's a story."
Lan Jing heard an electronic music producer in the front row say, "Let's not talk about anything else and just talk about electronic music. Just look at him. He can produce a nimble and graceful piece that is full of energy. He can also take a high level and unfathomable style. He can control it with ease and is mysterious and unfathomable. I can't help but admire him! Luckily, Fang Zhao's path is different from ours. He's not here to steal our jobs. "
The surrounding people had high evaluations of Fang Zhao's graduation concert. As for the judges, Lan Jing had a good idea. An A + was in the bag.
Just as Lan Jing had predicted, the judging panel gave an 'A +' final score.
"Fang Zhao's ability to learn is too strong. You can see it from his graduation concert piece. He has the elegance of classical music and the freedom of contemporary music. He might not be at the pinnacle, but he is truly brimming with talent. The graduation work this time has a variety of melodies, rich levels, grand scenes, and a distant artistic conception. It also doesn't lack storytelling and scene transitions. Every note seems to carry a kind of emotion. "
"There are a few parts that don't use heavy drum beats, but they can still make people's blood boil. It's truly majestic. Even if the music isn't passionate, it's still brewing power."
"It's a work from a Yanzhou native, yet I can hear so many local characteristics of other continents. It's not easy."
Suddenly, an evaluator said, "Actually, these seven songs by Fang Zhao could totally be used as a test question for this year's freshman entrance exam."
The proposal was unanimously approved by the other judges.
HuangArt welcomed the new students with two sentences —
The first sentence: "Welcome new students!"
The second sentence: "Let's take a test."
HuangArt was good at pouring cold water on freshmen.
For the freshmen who had just entered the school, they would first display the works of their outstanding alumni, letting the freshmen see the capabilities of their outstanding alumni. Then, they would tell them: Don't think that you're awesome just because you got into the school. Don't get cocky. Look at your seniors. Don't you feel embarrassed wasting your time in the university?!
In the past, HuangArt rarely used works from the Twelve Tones Advanced Course to set questions. Advanced students were generally on the older side, so it wasn't easy to use them in the freshmen entrance exam. But this year was different. Fang Zhao wasn't much older than the new students.
After deciding to use Fang Zhao's graduation works as a test question, the evaluation panel flashed a "devil's smile" that only HuangArt's older students could understand.
Thus, this year, Fang Zhao single-handedly dealt a blow to the entire batch of HuangArt's freshmen.
This ladle of cold water from HuangArt's welcoming ceremony was really heart-wrenching.
Of course, that was a story for another time.
After the final scores were announced, the graduation concert also ended. Fang Zhao could already be considered to have successfully graduated. All that was left was a ceremony. However, that would have to wait for the other students in the advanced course to complete their graduation scores before they could hold a graduation ceremony and collect their graduation certificates.
When Fang Zhao thanked the evaluation panel, the old professors of the evaluation panel all had gratified expressions.
An old professor patted Fang Zhao on the shoulder. "Very good, very good. Continue to maintain your passion for music and learn even more techniques. Oh, right, there will be an important performance in the near future. Who knows, you might be invited. "
Fang Zhao thanked them and took note of these words.
Important performance?
How important was it?
If it was so important that it couldn't be clearly stated, then it would definitely be a special place and a high-level performance.
The audience also left one after another.
Great Master Yan Ye, one of the legendary composers who had been invited, was extremely experienced and successfully avoided the encirclement of the stars.
However, there was still someone following beside Yan Ye. It was an extremely popular veteran singer in Huangzhou who had collaborated with Yan Ye many times.
In the car leaving HuangArt.
Yan Ye raised his head and glanced at the person sitting beside him. "What's the matter? You don't have any thoughts on the seven songs today?"
The singer laughed. "Yes, I do. I want to adapt two of them, but the competitors are too strong. I don't know if I can win."
If it had been the Fang Zhao of the past, those works would indeed have been very good, but there weren't many that were suitable for singing. Lyrical music was fine, but epic music wasn't something he could handle.
But after Fang Zhao's advanced course, he had achieved mastery through comprehensive studies. Taking this graduation concert as an example, those seven songs contained even more elements. There were already quite a few peers who had their eyes on them. Of course, he also had his own thoughts.
Yan Ye snorted. "If you want to buy adaptation rights, you have to go through the proper channels! Don't bully others! " Because of his experiences when he was young, this old man especially hated those who used their power to oppress others and maliciously undercut prices.
He had been invited this time because he was very interested in this young man, Fang Zhao. He saw Fang Zhao as a talented junior that was hard to come by.
One flower blooming alone was not spring. A hundred flowers blooming together filled the garden with spring. Artificial intelligence had replaced many things, but literature, art, and other spiritual cultures were hard to replace. Only by constantly injecting new blood could this circle forever be full of vitality.
Little seedlings had to be protected.
Therefore, if someone wanted to adapt Fang Zhao's songs but used some unscrupulous means, this old man would flip out!
Under Yan Ye's stern gaze, this veteran singer from Huangzhou wanted to cry but had no tears.
"You worry too much. Can I bully Fang Zhao? Do you have any misunderstandings about the name 'Fang Zhao'? "
In the music industry, he had decades of experience, global fans, appeal, and connections. He indeed belonged to the category of "power and influence," but this was only temporary. There was no need to doubt Fang Zhao's talent. In the future, who knew when he would have to beg Fang Zhao for help. He had experienced the predicament of a singer not having a good song. Furthermore, at his level, he had higher standards for his work.
And looking at the entire music industry, Fang Zhao's influence might not be any lower than his. Furthermore, Fang Zhao's crossover influence was formidable. Just the battle prowess of his gaming fans was enough to make people fearful.
And this was only within the entertainment circles. There was no need to even mention those outside the circles. Putting aside his friendship with the military, Fang Zhao still had military merits on him and could legally carry a gun!
Who would be so bored as to provoke Fang Zhao?
Just as he had said, people who wanted to buy adaptation rights really didn't dare play any tricks because of Fang Zhao himself and the academic bigwigs backing him up. Just look at Great Master Mo Lang. The concert had already ended, but he was still pulling Fang Zhao over for a chat.
After the concert ended, Mo Lang didn't leave immediately. Instead, he stayed behind to give Fang Zhao a few more reminders.
Don't need to write a thesis after graduation?
Naive!
In the academic world, a thesis was very important. Just relying on words or holding a few concerts wouldn't gain the recognition of the global academic community.
Mo Lang: "I'm watching you. Don't even think of goofing off."
After a while, Mo Lang let Fang Zhao out.
Mo Lang had an assistant accompanying him. After Fang Zhao sent Mo Lang off, he headed over to Great-grandfather Fang and the others who were waiting outside.
When Great-grandfather Fang came out, he carefully scanned his surroundings. He heaved a sigh of relief when he didn't see that frightening figure from his memories. When he saw Fang Zhao, he smiled so happily that his eyes were about to disappear.
Great-grandfather Fang had decided to stay in Huangzhou for a few more days until Fang Zhao officially graduated. He still wanted to take photos with Fang Zhao! How could he miss such an important moment!
As for the time before the graduation ceremony, Great-grandfather Fang didn't stay at Fang Zhao's place. He called Great-grandmother Fang over. "Let's go! Let's find old comrades to chat about retirement. "
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