The Best View
written by: Ellen Townsend
Michael sat in his favourite part of the cathedral for the concert. He knew how to avoid the annoying crowds. As the choral ensemble harmonised, nostalgia overwhelmed him for his days as a tenor. The nave glowed with candlelight as symphonies reached the rafters.
Sopranos sustained pure, high notes while altos, tenors, and basses balanced pitch. Michael watched the conductor stab his fingers to mark the start of a sudden tempo change. He scoffed and tutted. “Too abrupt. Amateur,” he muttered.
A stickler for detail, he glanced at the program and frowned in disgust. They had omitted some early career history in his obituary.
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