EpilogueSix Months Later
The auditorium was full. Gethin glanced over at Martin. They exchanged a private smile. It was the orchestra’s big moment. Eight months of practise, of blood, sweat, and tears, culminating in tonight’s performance as the final act of the Theatr Fach Christmas Community Performance.
“What?” Martin mouthed at him over Portia’s head. Gethin shook his head and felt his smile turned in to a grin. Nothing important. Just…here they were. “Pub, after?” Martin mouthed. Gethin gave him a thumbs up. Definitely pub after. Pub after was one of the cornerstones of his week.
Fiona stopped fussing with one of the young violinists and stepped up to the conductor’s podium. The musicians began to settle. She turned toward the audience and they began to quieten expectantly. “Thank
