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The Orchestra of Friday Morning.
Zooming of the neon lamps. A cough to the left, at the front and then just two seats removed. It goes on like single random notes of an otherwise silent orchestra. Rarely two join to form a new harmony, but it soon dies away. The image disappears for a moment and the music swells rapidly. Mumbling tones fall over each other and become a distinct humm. Lights dim and the image reappears . music dies a strangling death. A moment of pure silence but for the zooming of neon lamps. Coughs. Shuffling. Pockets of talk. Until a strained tenor from the front cries for silence. His voice lulls us all back to sleep, until at last he announces the finale and the music swells till his hand quits it to a subdued moderato. No more coughing but dots of rising dissonance. The image then clears away as the music reaches its majestic crescendo of suppressed anger, impatience and careful relief. A tragedy in truth. The lights turn on and the players pack their instruments and leave in a flurry of words. All is quiet but for the zooming of neon lamps.
Zooming of the neon lamps. A cough to the left, at the front and then just two seats removed. It goes on like single random notes of an otherwise silent orchestra. Rarely two join to form a new harmony, but it soon dies away. The image disappears for a moment and the music swells rapidly. Mumbling tones fall over each other and become a distinct humm. Lights dim and the image reappears . music dies a strangling death. A moment of pure silence but for the zooming of neon lamps. Coughs. Shuffling. Pockets of talk. Until a strained tenor from the front cries for silence. His voice lulls us all back to sleep, until at last he announces the finale and the music swells till his hand quits it to a subdued moderato. No more coughing but dots of rising dissonance. The image then clears away as the music reaches its majestic crescendo of suppressed anger, impatience and careful relief. A tragedy in truth. The lights turn on and the players pack their instruments and leave in a flurry of words. All is quiet but for the zooming of neon lamps.
friday morning we have the most boring class, so i was bored to the point I began describing what I heard and whether what I saw changed any of that. In the end it turned out to look like what you see above.
I only posted it now because I forgot I'd written it. done some minor changes to the drabble thingy before posting, all based on friday's lesson though.
I only posted it now because I forgot I'd written it. done some minor changes to the drabble thingy before posting, all based on friday's lesson though.
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