Two lady harpists in trailing black came on the stage first, tinkered with their strings, looked grave as they tested the pedals, plucked a tentative chord or two. Cellists and violinists came next, took chairs on either side of an imposing conductor's stand. Then a brawny man appeared bearing a score twice the size of most. An inner curtain rolled up, disclosing the rest of an enormous orchestra, behind it a bank of faces rising two-thirds of the way to the stage ceiling. Paunchy Tenor Paul Althouse entered with willowy, blonde Soprano...
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