[October 1933]
Oleg: New song from comrade Alexandrov! (handing out copies of score and lyric)
Anatoli: (handing out music scores for the bass section)
Chorists: (trying to singing by sight reading)
Fyodor, Vasily, Anatoli: (start to harmonised their baritone to bass voice)
Dmitry: (approached Oleg) Olya, There's something I want to ask...
Oleg: Hm? What is it, Dima?
Dmitry: I wonder how comrade Alexandrov made this song compositions for us?
Oleg: (chuckled in confusion) Well... they are... composer. They knew how to do that job...
Dmitry: (huffed) I know that too! I mean the process from choosing the song until performing for the concert!
Oleg: (nodded while stopped his laugh) Ooh, it's kinda long, you know. I'll tell you the short version, then! As example, some place wants us to perform a concert. Then there's a meeting between comrade Alexandrov and few people to choose which songs need to be performed. If there's a new song, the composer of that song will give him musical notes. Comrade Alexandrov will hear the song to learn its original version. Then depending on him now, how to turn the new composition so the song can be sung in ensemble version. Sometimes he had to test it on us and rearranged many times, before we are ready for the concert! Done!
Dmitry: Now I know... (furrowed his eyebrows)
Oleg: Bet you doubted this new song today, right?
Dmitry: Eh?? N-n-no!! (panicked)
Oleg: Calm down, Dima. I felt that too. Clearly this song isn't his usual style who hate too much collision between tenor and bass. I felt that this is 'special' order from someone, or maybe from the Vozhd itself!
Oleg waved his hand with smirk
Oleg: Oh, well, just nod and follow the order! End of lesson, young junior! Don't spread it unless someone really ask it, understood? (tousled Dmitry's hair)
Dmitry: OK (blushed)
Meanwhile, in another room...
Alexandrov: (hiccup for many times) Whoa, Borya. suddenly I got hiccup
Boris: I told you, papa... the members must be weirded out with this weird song!
Alexandrov: I wish they're patient enough, as this song only used in the next week's concert...
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[Flashback few days ago at Alexandrov's apartment]
Vladimir: Pesnya Pro Stalina... Is this the song originally composed by your friend, papa? I swear this is too eccentric. In bad way. And you still trying to made the orchestra rearrangement, too??? (read the music score with sweat and disgusted)
Alexandrov is drowning at mountains of papers on his desk, only shown a bit of his hair. Boris enter the office room with curious face.
Alexandrov: Well, this is the main song for the next week concert. And this is direct request from Vozhd...
Vladimir: But still...
Boris: Really? (snatch the music score from Vladimir then read with smirk) Even the most bad song has its own good part-
Boris had gagged face 5 minutes later
Vladimir: I told you so (also had disgusted face)
Alexandrov: Hahaha... well, that's the sad part as a composer, kiddo. There's a time we have to rearrange song that not matched with our taste. There's a time our taste in composing disliked by people... (adding notes 'trombone section' in that music score)
Alexandrov then tidied the music score inside the folder.
Alexandrov: I will gave tonight's advice... Immerse your heart till the fullest. When your heart is full, the ugliest poem become a beautiful song. When your heart is empty, the beautiful poem can become a tonedeaf song, just like this song I'm composed.
Boris and Vladimir look at Alexandrov in solemn when Alexandrov echoed "Now take a rest, and start tomorrow with full heart."
