By Cath Barton
The other players used to tease Jed about his interest in astrology.
“Hey boyo,” said Martin, the first trombonist, “It’s full moon on Tuesday, you’d better watch out!”
Jed tried to ignore their jibes, but they did hurt him. Martin and the others might be sensitive musicians, but they weren’t sensitive to his sensibilities.
Harold lifted his baton and they all sprang to attention.
“Ladies and gentleman, can we please have it at the dynamics marked, and not fortissimo throughout!”
Jed cheered inwardly. How he would have liked to have poked his bow into Fenella Footeleewhatsits’ ribs to make her pipe – or rather bow – down a bit.
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