Music

"Ah, music. A magic beyond all we do here" -- Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.

((OOC: This is Ona again. This entry is much longer and introduces you to my character quite well if I do say so myself. Her name is not very creative and it may be rather obvious too some where it comes from. Hope you enjoy it anyway))

"You must be here for the audition," Gemma turned around looking for the source of the voice. A friendly looking old man sat in the first row of seats in the theater.
"Yes sir," Gemma answered nervously. "My name is Gemma Blythe."
"Pleased to meet you Gemma Blythe," said the old man. "My name is John Goldstein, I'm the conductor of the Dunlin national orchestra."
Gemma curtsied and muttered a polite 'how do you do'.
“Why don’t you warm up a bit and then we will see what you can do,” said Mr. Goldstein, with an encouraging smile.
Gemma nodded and sat down on the chair set in the middle of the stage, she felt very much on the spot, up on the big stage all by herself. In the small village she came from she rarely performed for more than one of two people, and anyway not many people in Sand Point knew enough about music to tell if she was playing well or not.
She opened that black case that held her precious flute with care. Then she carefully removed each piece from where it was nestled in the red velvet lining of the case. The flute was old, the same one she’d had since she started playing when she was a child, and the silver was tarnished, but it still played beautifully.
She put the instrument too her lips, closed her eyes and played a simple but pretty little tune. As she did she could feel the emotion behind it, the happiness and joy it evoked in any one who listened, she felt tenfold when she played.
“Very good, Miss Blythe,” said Mr. Goldstein. Gemma was startled, she had forgotten where she was for a moment. “Now look at the music on the stand. Have you seen it before.” Gemma shook her head. “You may have a few minutes to look at it and then you will play it for me.”
The piece in front of her had three parts. The first two she knew she would have no problem with, the first was slow and beautiful, it would require lots of expression and breath control, not something she had ever had a problem with. The second section was a march, relatively simple the kind of thing she loved to play because it always made her think of heroes and adventures. The third part was the kind of thing that she had forced herself to master, the kind she hated to play because it was always more difficult to master, it was a fast paced section, full of sixteenth note runs and no room to breath. It would sound like a fairy dance if played right but she still hated sight reading this kind of music.
Finally she looked up at Mr. Goldstein and, when he nodded, began to play. She glided through the first section, proudly marched through the second and then came to the third. She did her best and her best was quite good, she only messed up two of the runs.
“Thank you Miss Blythe,” said Mr. Goldstein. “The results of the audition will be posted in the lobby tomorrow.” Gemma curtsied again, put her flute away and left the room quietly.
Mr. Goldstein smiled and nodded to himself. “Yes she’ll do quite nicely.”