1.1

Opening Night for the orchestra was supposed to be the excellent opportunity for Clark to get in touch with the audience which he had lost years ago in an attempt to make his music more artistic. Sitting at the grand piano he could feel the hesitation from the crowd wondering if he was once more going to go Kafka on them.

The first few notes proved very hesitant but when the brass and string section kicked in, Clarks fingers started to respond to his vildest desires. The flow of the music seemed to bend the world around Clark and the audience. The cresendo worked flawlessly and the calmer parts of this, his latest, creation was blossoming into the masterpiece he had always wanted to create.

Then the world around him stopped and the sounds he had grown so accostumed to disappeared in a flash. He could feel himself loose touch with his own body and sense that he was falling from the chair. The hardwood floor stopped his movement but he could not feel the impact. Red started too blur his vision and the pounding of his heart became more laboured as darkness started to close around him.