The lights began to dim. Hushed murmurs whispered through the audience. Overhead it grew darker and darker until the glow from the brightness was just a faint memory on the inside of eyelids. The conductor stood with his baton poised. The wind instruments perked up and then they began. It started slowly and quietly – an echo and reminder. Then they began to build and the wind started to buffet earnestly. A minute later the drummer was going crazy with a crash of the symbols. The rain let loose, pounding down on the keys until everything but its music was drowned.
Winter’s ConcertIn by Fannie on January 25, 2011 at 11:24 pm