Rhapsody for a Wolf
“One, it’s not finished. Two, I can’t afford to pay an entire orchestra.”
“I’d do it for royalties,” Amos promises, sparking another babble of agreements.
“Oh, bother the lot of you, now I’ve got more ideas!” I mock grumble at them.
My original idea is a solo, a single violin, pure and clear; the song of the wolf. It should be played outside, I think. The ambience is different. A lone violinist, standing on a rock outcropping in the wilderness, the wind snatching at her hair and her dress, wild like the tune she is playing. A second violin would turn it into a chase, running free and full of joy. No, a viola. Two wolves, weaving in and out through the mist, between trees half-hidden and grey
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