2015-06-07
【Aiden in English】
It’s not every day that a kid can go to Carnegie Hall and perform in NYC, but a lucky few like me are able to go. It is an amazing experience, and the very history of it is the evidence.
Standing at West 57th St. on 7th Ave., Carnegie Hall is a name known worldwide. Presenting an average of 250 performances in a year, this place has world class artists show their talent. Now that last sentence had two things that weren’t true to me. I’m not a world class artist and I don’t have skills. Considering people like me were allowed to play the piano, the audition wouldn’t be the main hall. We got Weill Recital Hall, a tiny branching area that contained about 100 seats. This performance was the Golden Key Recital, and I’ve been here three years in a row. So my emotions were as cool as ice. The performers were usually led to a waiting room, and then put in order. And the room looked anything but grand. I guess these people spent their entire budget on the stage and didn’t care about the backstage.
I played Sonata in G Major Op. 49, No. 2: Allegro ma non troppo by L. van Beethoven. The music was supposed to sound like a child’s composition, sweet and light, no accents. Scales ran up and down, giving my arm a real workout. Scale after scale I played, and guess what? I played even more scales. The child had forced me to play with jolly sensation, but “jolly” was to one emotion I wasn’t feeling.
Unlike my feelings, the performance didn’t come out as smoothly as I played. It’s not just because of me, but also because of the piano. The variation on it was huge! Try playing a quiet note, and nothing came out. Try playing it a tiny bit harder, and the sound was kicked up so much. It seemed as if someone put a microphone up to it. Nearly everyone winced at their first note. During my song throughout many sections, I messed up a little. But I, coming through an acting camp, kept a straight face through the entire piece. No one could tell my thoughts, so I could’ve been winning the lottery for all they know. Even those who were listening in the waiting room said that I went flawless. To me, I felt as if I were wining it. I swung my arms to the beat, slightly bobbed my head, lifted my arms on rests, and came down smoothly like a sheet of ice. What was really funny was how different skills helped each other. And that’s what I called a poker face.
Coming here the 3rd time earned me a trophy. Considering how much time I spent, I deserved it. The song proved annoying at times, and my teacher’s pursuit to perfection was relentless. The hard work always makes the thing taste sweeter.
【紅霞譯文】
一般的少年兒童難得走進紐約卡內基音樂廳表演藝術,恐怕只有為數不多的人才像我這麼運氣,可以切身感受震撼時刻,並能親自捕捉歷史瞬間。
卡內基音樂廳坐落在第七大道和五十七西街上,是聞名全球的音樂殿堂,平均每年上演250場次,世界各地首屈一指的藝術家競相來這裡施展才華。話說至此,我必須鄭重聲明,本人既非藝術名流又無演奏技巧,既然不知天高地厚躋身卡內基音樂廳,像我這般水準的鋼琴手絕無資格到主台亮相,撐死了只能呆在容納一百來號觀眾的小型威爾演奏廳湊份熱鬧。盡我已經連續三次被選拔到卡內基音樂廳參加“金鑰匙藝術節”匯報演出,但內心深處仍然激動不已。通常演員們先被領進後台按順序做好出場準備,後台不及前台輝煌宏大,讓我覺得人們把錢全部用到了耀眼的地方。
這次我帶來的是貝多芬G大調奏鳴曲作品49第二號:不太快的快板,該首曲子聽起來應該像頑童的作品,心情愉快節奏輕鬆,沒有什麼重音,音階上下滑奏,手臂來回移動。我彈完一遍音階,接着彈另一遍音階,知道下面要幹什麼嗎?繼續再彈更多的音階,這個淘氣包害得我呼哧帶喘,反而沒法子開心。
光自我感覺良好不成,本次演出進展得並非順利,主要不是個人問題,而是鋼琴問題,其力度太難把握!如果輕輕按鍵,那麼什麼琴聲都聽出不來;假如彈得稍微重了一點,音量又吵得要命,好像有人特意用麥克風把聲音放大,因此幾乎沒人能彈好第一個音。演奏期間,我出現了小小的失誤,但以前有過戲劇夏令營訓練基礎,即使出錯也要堅持彈完全部曲子,好像什麼都沒發生,這樣觀眾才不至於察覺出任何異常,還以為我表演得出色,就連等候在後台的同伴都誇我彈得不錯。這下可好,說我胖我果真喘了起來,手臂隨着節奏自然擺動,甚至揮到跟頭部差不多高;遇見休止符的地方,胳膊剛好抬起,然後再優雅地放回原處。最有趣的是,動作與動作之間配合得竟然天衣無縫,與此同時,自己始終保持神情自若。
因為第三次贏得殊榮前來表演,所以我多得了一個獎盃,比起過去所花的心血,自己的努力總算有所回報。這首曲子有時真叫我感到枯燥,而老師偏偏又毫不客氣地追求藝術完美,着實讓我飽嘗苦盡甜來的滋味。