Erik's POV
"You WHAT?!" screamed my conductor, Mr. Firch. I took a deep, deep, deep breath and tried to stay calm.
"I would like you to conduct that opera," I said jabbing my finger in the direction of a folder labeled in gold letters: Don Juan Triumphant. "if you would like to keep your job." He looked at me in disbelief and despair.
"Mr. Y, we cannot just change the whole production a week before rehearsals. Our musicians simply cannot learn an entire new opera in one week!" said Mr. Firch. I rolled my eyes. Oh, how he reminded me of Monsieur Reyer.
"Have them work overtime! I am more than willing to pay more for their trouble if I must! But mark my words we will do this opera; I will see to that." Mr. Firch threw up his hands in surrender.
"Fine! I can see you won't change your mind." I turned my back and started toward my lair, smiling as I went along. No, he was right, he couldn't.
"By the way, Mr. Y, who wrote this music?" he said flipping through the score. "It's ingenious." I turned around and arched an eyebrow.
"I did." I replied. A smile crept across my face as Mr. Firch looked up at me, totally at a loss for words.