XI
FALSETTOS AND FURY
“And music!” Felix commanded from the side of the stage.
Damon’s flute trilled loudly, full of vigour and verve, the notes dancing about the rafters of the warehouse, demanding attention whether one wished to give it or not.
The flute’s notes were then accompanied by Beatrice’s tambourine, a sound to rattle one’s teeth in the head.
“Silas!” Felix called out, and the player’s voice rose high and wavering above the music to join in before the final flair. “Fausto, now!”
Just then, Fausto’s lithe form burst from stage left in a tumble that bewitched the eyes as he spun in mid-air before landing. The four of them bowed to the audience.
Thunderous applause rose up from the rest of the company, apart from Felix who was thinking how to further mend the disconnection b
