Catch the quite light sense of rustling your suit of the chair at that moment. Envisioned? Well, let's continue. Keep in mind, now the most important thing is what you hear, for example, easy sough of brochures in hands of people. That`s it, someone sits down in his seat. He falls into an armchair like a king to the throne. But don`t worry, he will not make much noise. Unless there is an incredible storm of applause, which will surprise you. But it will be later. And for now, the air is filled with the spirit of expectation, light impatience and hope.
Everyone comes to this room for various reasons. Somebody is a fan of classical music, the other comes along because is brought by his/her soulmate. But, I believe, today's event won`t leave anyone indifferent.
The first bell. This sound makes people in the cloakroom accelerate, and those, who are in the hall, begin to rustle librettos more intensely. People's voices are heard from all sides. Everyone is interested in action will happen today, everyone is discussing past concerts they have been at, and trying to compare them with ones they have not seen. If you listen to the tramp of people hurrying to their places, you`ve already been able to hear the symphony of a crowd.
The second bell. This sound makes everyone quiet down. Not much, but enough to hear how the musicians sit down at the backstage. Slightly intelligible, rather invented than heard I capture sounds of stretching strings, the melodic chime of the harp and the bass of the cello smoothly turning into soprano of violin. I listening attentively to a light, almost euphonical whisper of people around. The expectation of it dawns to apogee. The tension in the air becomes tangible. It sounds like a strained string, rattling from any even a very small whiff of the wind. Expectation and faith, faith in a miracle.
The third bell. The curtains are moving away and in the uttermost, grave silence, the sound of a harp brings us to the fairy tale...
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