Jun 20, 2018
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Adrian’s eyes were screwed shut so tight he was seeing stars and had been for thirty minutes. He’d been playing for 45 minutes in total, but the stars didn’t always come willingly. He had to coax them into view from the shadows behind his eyelids. With the eb and flow of the drawing of the bow on his violin, it was as if the sea itself were playing his tune. The swinging of a door interrupted his incalculable counting (the song was in 11/12). He drew out one finishing note before allowing silence to reclaim the room. A little agitated at the intrusion, he asked, eyes still tightly closed, “May I help you?”