ADELINE
“I need to hear the tempo more articulated. Again.”
Conductor Harris raised his hand before us, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead as his salt and pepper hair glistened beneath the bright auditorium lights.
Imagine my surprise when I got an email from him saying he wanted me here and that the breakup shouldn’t stop my potential. I was happy to come back and yes, I don’t want what happened to Wesley and I to disrupt what I had planned for my future.
The French horns repeat their eight count as I casually peer at the gentleman at my left, his cello resting against his shoulders. We hear an audible mistake and the man rolls his eyes.
“You are late on the count again.” Conductor Harris interrupts. “Just stop and start all over again.”
We repeat the cycle over and over agai
