Silk White on Velvet Black
She couldn't see the audience, but she knew they were there. All she could see was what seemed like a black velvet backdrop behind the conductor. His black suit jacket melted into the backdrop of the dark audience, making his white dress shirt pop with silky vibrancy. His usually ignored white baton also seemed brighter as it snapped into view.
With a determined look in his eyes, a slightly furrowed brow and slight smirk playing on his lips, he brought everyone together. In with a single breath, out with -
Music begins to fill the auditorium. Watching the conductor mark a tempo and follow time signature; she watches his fluid movements. His tone arms flow in a pattern …. Full of grace and beauty. She'd never seen such beauty in precision and perfection. A handful of measures into the piece it became crucial she followed his every move.
All the instruments dropped out leaving a lone saxophone. A slick classical melody fell over the edge of her bell. The velvety sound filled the room and struck the audience, before caressing them. However, while for everyone else it was about the performance, where as for her it was about the music - and their eye contact. She'd stopped watching for time in his movements and found all her answers and expression within his eyes. She found herself watching his facial expressions as he conducted with everything he had and wished he to pull through.
The song took on a new identity and soared to new heights with a dynamic and style change. She could feel it and she could see it deep in his eyes he felt it too - with every fiber in his body. The song neared its end and with a frantic breath, she nailed her last note.
Out of breath and breathing heavily, she noticed his chest heaved with hers. His eyes sparkled for her as he smiled knowingly. Acknowledging the audience she stood as he held his hand out to her. She took his hand and a bow. Turning to him she could see a smile flirting on his lips. Taking her face briskly in his hands and kissing her swiftly in the heat of the applause ; pulling away the audience roared in applause again. Both took their bows this time knowing the music held and melded their hearts, as fire would to cold and silver.
Authors Note : I realize this isn't MARCHING BAND, but it's band. And really, this was just a little mental image piece I threw together. It's nothing too heavy, but its was fun to write and hopefully fun to read through rather quickly. I hope you see all the mental images I did as I put this together.
Love, K. M