Glossophobia
Boom-BOOM. Boom-BOOM. Boom-BOOM.
The beat has begun. The musicians take to their stands.
Boom-BOOM. Boom-BOOM. Boom-BOOM.
The audience of one awaits. The instruments are in place.
Boom, boom, BOOM. Boom, boom, BOOM. Boom, boom, BOOM.
But something is wrong.
Boom, boom, BOOM. Boom, boom, BOOM. Boom, boom, BOOM.
Why won't they play?
Boom, boom, BOOM. Boom, boom, BOOM. Boom, boom, BOOM.
The conductor demands. The baton swings at full force.
Why won't they play?
BOOM BOOM BOOM. BOOM BOOM BOOM. BOOM BOOM BOOM.
The audience, she frowns. It's music she wants.
Why won't they play? Why won't they play?
BOOM BOOM BOOM. BOOM BOOM BOOM. BOOM BOOM BOOM.
The drums, out of control. The baton has fallen.
Why
won't
they
play?
The conductor bows his head in shame.
There is
silence.
Boom boom-boom. Boom boom-boom. Boom boom-boom.
Boom boom-boom. Boom boom-boom. Boom boom-boom.
The flutist raises her instrument to her lips.
Boom boom-boom. Boom boom-boom. Boom boom-boom
A sound squeaks out. The audience looks up. The conductor freezes.
Boom-BOOM squeak. Boom-BOOM squeak. Boom-BOOM squeak.
The clarinets, the trumpets, the trombones and the tubas.
The air is filled with tunes.
The sound is messy. Ugly. Painful.
But it is music.
She smiles.
" Thank you for telling me. "