Forbidden Melody by Magnolia Robbins

Author:Magnolia Robbins [Robbins, Magnolia]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Magnolia Robbins
Published: 2018-06-12T18:30:00+00:00

19

Juliet

Vivaldi’s Four Seasons- Spring & Fall

Franz Liszt, La Campanella

Elgar, Salut d'Amour

DAVID GEFFEN HALL BUZZED with the noise of three-thousand people as they settled in for the opening show for the New York Philharmonic winter season. It was predicted to be a full house, and by the sound of it, I didn’t doubt it. Many of my fellow musicians had already made it onto the center of the stage. The strings gathered in a collective circle, waiting for their turn to file into the room.

Tonight, I was on fire. Not just from the adrenaline rush that always captured me in its clutches at every opening performance. My thoughts were drifting to Emma Harvey, who’d been in my embrace only a few short days ago. I wondered if she’d came with Miranda to the show. We hadn’t discussed it. It wasn’t the most reasonable idea for her to do so, but nothing about our relationship was reasonable anymore.

Finally, the strings entered. As first chair violinist, I led the group. A round of applause trickled through the room as we found our seats. The violas were behind us, followed by the cellists and bassists. I prepared the sheet music on the stand, all of it unnecessary after years of performing the same songs.

I looked out into the crowd. The lights blinded me, but I managed to spot Miranda, Timothy, Andrew, Charlotte and Emerson all in the third row of the theater. Miranda was beaming at me. None of them had participated in this show, too busy with other things. They’d all come to support me. There was no Emma in the row with them. Perhaps it had been best if she wasn’t there. It would have been difficult to maintain my composure around her. I’d barely managed with classes, but we had to. For a few more weeks.

Philip Anderson, the conductor, came to the stage after we’d arrived. Another round of applause echoed throughout the room. Philip settled at the front of the stage, readying himself and his music. My Vuillaume came to rest on my shoulder, fingers flexing over the strings. The Morizot bow readied in my right hand. Every violinist beside me followed my lead.

The show started with Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. Movements from “Fall”. While it was an overplayed piece, for certain, “Fall” was one of the least recognized portions. The violins came in from the beginning, filling the room with a flurry of notes trickling up the strings into the higher registers. A short while after, the rest of the strings joined in.

I was lost in the melody. The room disappeared around me. When my solo portion came, it spilled out of me. Every note telling a story to the audience I couldn’t express through words. Before I knew it, the orchestra joined in again, and I fell back, blending in with the other strings.

As the show reached intermission, I couldn’t believe how fast it had gone by. Instead of staying behind stage, I used the side entrance, walking out to meet my colleagues in the auditorium.

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