Tapping his baton on the music stand Ziegfried frowned at the band. “Pull yourselves together and perform.” His words had the sound and the venom of a snake. The band nodded.
Elisabeth the violinist glared at John on French Horn. He returned the look. The baton again clicked on the music stand. Composed especially for them “Love Duets for Violin and Horn” was about to be performed publicly for the first time.
“We should have done Miletics’ Three Scherzi.” Elizabeth whispered to her neighbouring violinist.
Disobeying the baton the song of love changed to a song of war.
Written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle
Every Friday authors from around the world gather here to share their 100-words and offer constructive crit and encouragement to each other. This creates a wonderful opportunity for free reading of very fresh fiction! Readers are encouraged to comment as well.
As always a special thanks to Madison Woods for founding this terrific group.
Watch for the new photo prompt on my main page every Wednesday. Hope to see you there.