A passle of instrumentalists

Gathered together for the one thing that unites them:

A passion for music

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In the real world, they may have nothing in common

But inside one small room, the oboist hits an A

And suddenly everything else is banished

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There is a camaraderie, a secret fellowship of mutual suffering

And the determination that nothing will stop them from coming back

No mere sheet of paper will conquer them

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No note is too high, no sixteenth-note run too fast

No dynamic too extreme, no fingering unassailable

They reach for perfection, and they will not halt until they grasp it

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They seize control, this motley group

And unlikely as it seems, suddenly everything snaps into place

And a miracle happens:

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Something meshes

Something in time with the subtle movement of a baton

Suddenly it’s perfect

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As the orchestra breathes in time

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And breathes out music