There was clapping coming from the overhead speakers, signalling her turn. Tanya stepped out of the bathroom and made her way back to the concert hall. She felt sick to the bone, and tears continued to come to her eyes but she wiped them carefully away.
Tanya arrived backstage, and saw the orchestra director and other managers standing around. It was dark, and she was hopeful that they wouldn't see her sick complexion.
"Tanya! You look wonderful, where is Ernest?" the director
"Ernest?" Tanya's voice was small.
He jumped in his chair, but upon seeing Tanya, relaxed despondently.
"Hello," he stood up, pretending like nothing happened, but he again started pacing involuntarily.
Ernest was wearing all-black, and a suit jacket. Tanya always saw that as his best color. It made him seem so noble, so proper. Even now while he looked so sad, he looked so attractive to Tanya that she could barely stand still herself. Tanya slowly walked
Technically, we have until midnight August 21st to celebrate Claude Debussy's 150th anniversary, and this selection from the Podcast Vault was one of my montages that did just that (see "More Music" below). In-keeping with our chamber music theme, I chose to recycle one from that series, dedicated to intimate music by the French musical impressionist.
Two works stand out in the
Updated Sep-01-2013 at 03:13 by itywltmt
Up until 8PM, Marie was frantically correcting her program error. She didn't have time to do any dressing up for the concert since she never had a chance to go back home. Nevertheless, she finished on time, and once she passed out the programs to the ushers, went inside the hall for it to begin.
This final concert of the year was to be the most challenging program of the year. Ernest and one of his friends were both graduating, and so they had their projects to present to the public. Both
Tanya had the most disturbing dream yet that night.
She was almost certain it was real. She was performing that night on stage, singing, while Ernest conducted next to her, when Marcus came on stage, and stabbed her in the heart. It felt like real physical pain and she screamed. Ernest seemed not even to notice. She thought the audience was appalled, when suddenly she heard clapping.
"What? Is this all for show??" she thought. Losing her ability to breath, she woke up, and