Gateway to the Empyrean: Cirrocumulus 77

The first few notes played at the final orchestra concert of the school year.

We were kicking off the concert with a Haydn excerpt.

I looked at my score and focused on what notes to play harder than a theology student trying to get their degree in divinity.

Those notes from my violin soared even with little old me being a second chair musician in my section.

The piece was over and people applauded.

After wiping the sweat over my brow I noticed that there was a girl smiling in the audience who wore a fancy blue blouse with a matching skirt.



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