A heart full of burgeoning, hot blooded emotion and no otherwise safe place to let it flow, Remy set himself with scarcely bridled reverence before the concert grand and let loose. Body and long, slender fingers let loose. The arpeggios, begun in the bass on each successive key in chromatic fashion, evolved into cascading fluidity, splashing fountains of water shimmering in the sunlight. Or the moonlight, depending on the day's hour and the hearer's mood and frame of reference.
A young composer with clever technique and a predetermined, clear-cut goal, was listening from the back of the school auditorium as the fire and ice of the simple but mesmerizing broken chords alternately thundered and whispered from the ebony case of the intimidating black dragon. Other students, too, were listening ...
A musical match in the making: Wingate's Sonata for Violin and Piano in A Major.