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"Indeed, aiming for Wei Tong's level is just too shameful, isn't it?"
"I thought the top brass band high school in Hakodate was really that great... but they're not as good as we have in the past year."
"Is it too late to resign from the department now?"
Sakurako Yukawa quickly stood up and said to the first-year club members who had started to mock her:
"Why don't we vote on whether our goal is the national conference or to win the award at the provincial conference?"
"Hmm...that works too."
Kitahara Hakuba nodded. After all, voting is a manifestation of democracy, and in a group, the minority obeying the majority is the most common solution.
Despite his youthful inexperience, he firmly believed that the majority of students wanted to improve themselves.
Chapter 12. A Tribute to the Legendary and Inspirational Kitauji School
Turning from Kawakurako's neat and beautiful profile to Kitahara Hakuba, she raised her voice and shouted:
"Those who have decided to aim to participate in the All-Doctoral Conference, please raise your hands."
As soon as the words were spoken, Vice Minister Saito Haruka was the first to raise her hand, followed by Yukawa Sakurako.
Before long, dozens of students raised their hands, and by sight alone, more than half of them had become the majority.
The current scene caused Kitahara Hakuba to tilt his head slightly, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes.
Voting by show of hands is usually done from the bottom up, meaning that the person in the "lower position" raises their hand first to indicate their opinion, and only then can the person in the "higher position" raise their hand to express their opinion, in order to avoid a situation where people "act according to others' moods".
Although it may seem too awkward and narrow to distinguish students by "upper" or "lower" levels, the school is a small circle of social strata, and the wind band is no exception.
At least Kitahara Hakuba knew this time that Saito Harutori seemed to be the biggest person in charge of the brass band, while the other members' initiative was not very high.
“Next, please raise your hands if you are a member aiming for the national championship,” said Sakurako Yukawa.
Unlike before, this time the students raised their hands very quickly, without any hesitation or consideration for others.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze swept across the faces of the club members one by one. Most of those who raised their hands were first-year students who had just joined the club, with a few second-year students mixed in.
There wasn't a single student in the third year.
But... it seems there aren't none at all.
Kitahara Hakuba's gaze was quickly drawn to the girl by the window. He recognized her; she was Kanzaki Eri, a third-year student he had met at the vending machine.
"Huili...?"
Saito Harutori looked at Kanzaki Eri with surprise. Her slender hand pointed straight to the ceiling from the light brown cuff, and her fair face was expressionless.
"Why?" she asked, her lips slightly pursed, looking at Kanzaki Eri with surprise.
Kanzaki Eri slowly lowered her raised hand, her expression unchanged as she looked at Kitahara Hakuma on the stage, and said with her cherry-red lips:
"I think... it will feel better if I lift it up."
How could I possibly understand what you're saying...?
"So, according to the principle of majority rule, the result of the vote is to continue with the goal of participating in the General Assembly and winning an award."
Sakurako Yukawa didn't give them time to continue chatting and directly announced the voting results.
As if he had anticipated this situation, Tachibana Kuno, who was conspicuously dressed, remained calm and composed, without making any sarcastic remarks. Instead, he watched quietly with interest, resting his chin on his hand.
Kitahara Hakuba even deliberately gave her some time to speak, but this conspicuous bag didn't say a word.
"Alright, respecting the wishes of the majority, there's a second thing: the Hokkaido Music Marching Festival will be held next month. Is anyone interested in the marching?"
"Let's do it the same as every year," said Sakurako Yukawa.
“No one has participated in the procession in previous years, right? Doesn’t anyone want to go?” Kitahara Hakuba asked, puzzled.
His words carried a strong rhetorical question, which made many members' expressions interesting and restless.
"Really?" A girl with pigtails in the front row asked with delight. "Can we really go on the march?"
“We mentioned wanting to go last year, but there was no guidance, and custom-made clothing seems quite expensive. The school is so awful that they won’t provide any funding.”
"That's how school leaders are. Students only need to focus on their grades, but they have a lot more to consider."
Amidst the cheerful and teasing atmosphere among the club members, Kitahara Hakuba raised his voice and said:
"As long as everyone is willing, I will do my best to help you and will also try my best to communicate with the school. I have already selected the orchestral and seated pieces."
"Which one?" Sakurako Yukawa asked.
Under the curious and expectant gazes of everyone, Kitahara Hakuba took out a photocopy of a musical score from a drawer.
"The melody is 'Sing, singing, singing!'"
"It's 'sing'!"
Upon seeing the sheet music, many girls couldn't help but show excitement on their faces. Blood rushed to their heads, and a mixture of excitement and shyness washed over them. They even swayed their bodies from side to side in a coy manner.
The reason why the song "Sing" is so famous is because a high school in Kyoto Prefecture, known as the "Kyoto Orange Demon," has made it stand out due to its outstanding and unique interpretation of the song.
For a long time, many girls even signed up for "Kyoto Orange Demon" specifically because of Sing.
However, the "Kyoto Orange Demon's" singing is really too difficult, or rather, it is extremely "unique", which leads many school bands not to practice their dance steps much.
Kitahara Hakuba naturally wouldn't allow his crew members to learn those difficult moves.
If you obediently blow the whistle and complete the entire journey, that's a great victory.
"I've already photocopied the sheet music. Does anyone have any opinions on this piece?" Kitahara Hakuba asked, holding the sheet music in his hand.
"Everyone listens to the teacher."
The girls in the audience nodded their heads vigorously, like chicks pecking at garlic, while only a few poor boys looked helpless and miserable.
Kitahara Hakuba looked relaxed. He hadn't expected that just one song, "Sing, Sing, Sing," would be enough to make these girls excited and obedient. It was simpler than he had imagined.
"This is a marching piece. There is also a seated piece that will be performed at the music festival, 'RYDEEN,' which you should all be familiar with."
This piece was composed by Yukihiro Takahashi and is used as a daily practice piece and performance piece in many brass bands. Anyone who has been involved with a brass band has basically heard of this famous piece. It is no exaggeration to say that it is the popular music of brass bands.
Even the Kitauji High School Brass Band, a legendary and inspiring school in Kyoto Prefecture, adapted and performed this piece.
Fortunately, the wind band of Shin-Asahi Private High School is still going strong. They don't recognize these songs, and they practice them regularly, so using them as performance pieces isn't too difficult.
"If everyone has no objections, then the two pieces will be settled. After school this afternoon, each section will return to its own classroom, and I will go there one by one to make changes to the scores as needed."
As he spoke, Kitahara Hakuba took out another A4 sheet of paper from the drawer and pasted it onto the display board hanging on the wall in front of everyone.
"Teacher? What's that?" Sakurako Yukawa asked curiously.
"A schedule divided into study days and rest days."
schedule?
Sakurako Yukawa was stunned for a moment. The brass band no longer had a timetable. She had made one before, but most members did not follow it, so it was completely ineffective and was eventually taken down.
She stood up and looked curiously at the timetable printed on the paper.
Study Day;
Individual morning exercise from 7:00 to 8:00.
12:40-13:20 Basic practice and departmental practice.
15:30-18:00 Ensemble practice, departmental meeting, and summary.
off day:
8:15-9:00 Individual practice
9:00-10:00 Basic Practice
10:00-12:00 Internal Practice
Lunch break from 12:00 to 13:30
13:30-18:00 Ensemble practice, departmental meeting, and summary.
"how to say."
Suddenly, Saito Harutori couldn't help but cover her lips, revealing a gentle smile, and said...
"It has a cute feeling of writing a time planner for yourself during winter and summer vacations in elementary school."
Kitahara Hakuba turned around and saw a bunch of students with funny, "Seriously? Are you serious?" faces.
He explained:
"This is just a rough schedule. I'm not asking you to follow it strictly. I'm just giving you some suggestions, such as what to do at what time. You don't have to follow it completely because there are more than eighty people in the department, and I can't possibly monitor everyone. But in the afternoon, the entire section will be playing pieces, and I will definitely take attendance then."
There was no response, just a timetable, which completely destroyed the previously lively atmosphere.
Kitahara Hakuba clapped his hands again and said:
"Come on, reply, reply, I need to reply."
After a pause, his words were met with scattered, muffled responses.
It's like when a teacher asks the whole class to memorize an article, and you, not knowing the text, just rattle off a vague recitation:
"Uh...ah...um..."
Chapter 13.13. I will beg.
"I want everyone to understand that I will do my best to help you achieve your goals, but all I can do is guide you. If you are not willing to work hard, no matter how much I do, it won't help."
The current majority of votes are aimed at winning the All-China Congress, but the current votes represent the present and do not represent the future.
Just like the current 55 members of the A division, when the day of the All-China Congress arrives, it is impossible for them to still be the same lineup selected today.
Take Kirishima Mai, for example. After his training, she will definitely be able to get in as long as she practices hard.
Silence returned to the music room. Kitahara Hakuba sighed deeply in dissatisfaction, then clapped his hands heavily again and said:
"Why do I always like to daydream? I need an answer, whether it's positive or negative feedback, communication is essential."
"Everyone, let's cheer up!"
Saito Haruka clapped her hands as well, which finally earned her a unified "Okay" from the brass band.
Kitahara Hakuba felt a throbbing pain in his head, but he knew he couldn't rush things; nothing could be accomplished overnight.
Besides winning the lottery.