[ FF ] With one paragraph , put music in my head .

A wave of murmuring and last minute shuffling of papers runs across the stage as the conductor ’ s well shined dress shoes click their way across the hard wood. A hushed silence falls as 142 pairs of eyes fall on the man ’ s baton. With a flick of his wrist, horns and bows are held at the ready; their owners ’ hands clenching in anticipation. The baton swished in the air, breaking the stillness and setting the tempo. The light airy notes of the flutes start, jumping up and down arpeggios like rain falling on a rooftop, gaining speed until the rest of the orchestra joins in like a crash of thunder. The cellos and bass echo through the room and vibrate through the floor, maintaining a rich undercurrent of chord progressions that vibrate with intensity. The upper strings and woodwinds sit above this as they weave in and out of each other. The violins and flutes dip and soar as their counter points intertwine to form a tapestry of sound. The pace slows, and dissonance in the notes send chills up your spine and rumble through your bones. Then, silence; the lack of noise just as noticeable as the notes that came before it. Shift to the edge of your seat, the vacuum void of anything sets you on the edge of a knife. Just as the apprehension seems fit to burst out of you, the telltale swishing of the conductor ’ s baton brings the sparkling instruments back to life. The performers ’ months of practice and passion seem to overflow visibly into the music as the final page is turned and the static dots and lines are brought to life. The final chord rings in the air for just a second, before thunderous applause shake the room.
