Or maybe not so proud of. Post 'em here. No critique asked for or expected, but after reading the first lines, I'm interested to read bits and pieces of other people's novels. Not whole chunks, mind you, but just enough to keep me diverted from the fact that not every word I write is a gem of brilliance.
So here goes:
I pulled my viola out of its case. Unlike Drew's, it was already in tune. It never got out of tune, at least as far as I could tell. Other people disagreed with me about this on occasion (actually, on many occasions, for example, just about every time I play a note), but to my ears it sounds fine. I sat down beside Fran and pulled out the music for the evening. We'd start with Richard Strauss' "Thus Spake Zarathustra," which ignorant plebes know only as the theme song to 2001: A Space Odyssey. The mayor was supposed to conduct the piece. Since the mayor had never in her life conducted anything more complicated than a city council meeting (and we know how well those go), our real conductor had got us to the point where we could play the piece without any conductor at all. I didn't have the heart to tell him that normally the only ones who paid any attention to him were the first desk violins and cellos, because a) they were the only ones (besides the first desk violas and second violins) who could see him (him being only five foot one in high heels) and b) the rest of us players were so engrossed in reading the individual notes on the page that the second we looked up to watch for his beat, we lost our place in the music.
So here goes:
I pulled my viola out of its case. Unlike Drew's, it was already in tune. It never got out of tune, at least as far as I could tell. Other people disagreed with me about this on occasion (actually, on many occasions, for example, just about every time I play a note), but to my ears it sounds fine. I sat down beside Fran and pulled out the music for the evening. We'd start with Richard Strauss' "Thus Spake Zarathustra," which ignorant plebes know only as the theme song to 2001: A Space Odyssey. The mayor was supposed to conduct the piece. Since the mayor had never in her life conducted anything more complicated than a city council meeting (and we know how well those go), our real conductor had got us to the point where we could play the piece without any conductor at all. I didn't have the heart to tell him that normally the only ones who paid any attention to him were the first desk violins and cellos, because a) they were the only ones (besides the first desk violas and second violins) who could see him (him being only five foot one in high heels) and b) the rest of us players were so engrossed in reading the individual notes on the page that the second we looked up to watch for his beat, we lost our place in the music.
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