"NO! No, no no!"
The baton carved a savage downstroke, and the orchestra stumbled to a halt.
"Millicent!" he swung round on the first violin. "Play this line!"
She played, letting the last note vibrate away. "No! It does not say 'let the note die.' It calls for a caesura!" He rounded on the orchestra at large again. "Where did you all study, in some cave?"
Another musician laid bow against strings and drew slow, aching notes from the depths of the cello. And at the end of the line, for just the space of a breath, there was silence.
The baton carved a savage downstroke, and the orchestra stumbled to a halt.
"Millicent!" he swung round on the first violin. "Play this line!"
She played, letting the last note vibrate away. "No! It does not say 'let the note die.' It calls for a caesura!" He rounded on the orchestra at large again. "Where did you all study, in some cave?"
Another musician laid bow against strings and drew slow, aching notes from the depths of the cello. And at the end of the line, for just the space of a breath, there was silence.
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"Why?" She was motionless, reining in her reaction so tightly she looked as though she might fly apart.
"Because." He touched her shoulder, then sat next to her, close to her, and took her hand. "Some things we just can't control."
It's so simple. Until it gets acrobatic, and then I use "said." Hee!