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Oct. 30th, 2016 08:18 pmThe recital hall is only half full when they arrive. Student recitals are usually pretty small but this evening’s perhaps quieter than normal.
But most of those there seem interested. There’s an air of excitement in those milling about, and a touch of mild distain from a group of well dressed students sipping champagne in one corner of the foyer.
A woman in her early twenties comes over to meet each of the guests in turn. She has the sort of stunning Grecian beauty that would have made do something stupid like turn into a swan or a golden shower.
“Welcome to my Aggie Michaelides’s second year recital, performed by the Disparate Few Quintet. We’re so glad you could come.” She greets, offering them a glass of champagne. “I’m Mags, Aggie’s sister. May I ask your name?” She has a list on her phone rather than a clip board but she doesn’t need to check it. She has most of it by heart.
But most of those there seem interested. There’s an air of excitement in those milling about, and a touch of mild distain from a group of well dressed students sipping champagne in one corner of the foyer.
A woman in her early twenties comes over to meet each of the guests in turn. She has the sort of stunning Grecian beauty that would have made do something stupid like turn into a swan or a golden shower.
“Welcome to my Aggie Michaelides’s second year recital, performed by the Disparate Few Quintet. We’re so glad you could come.” She greets, offering them a glass of champagne. “I’m Mags, Aggie’s sister. May I ask your name?” She has a list on her phone rather than a clip board but she doesn’t need to check it. She has most of it by heart.
