[the beat starts simple and with new baton in hand, Salieri raises his arms, starting to follow the rhythm, at first, matching it until he can catch the flow of the piece--
--and that's when he stops focusing so much on the structure and gives over to the melodic line, wrist flicking in the air as the measure changes, as LP joins the piece, becoming lighter but keeping that urgency, arms moving to keep the beat as the tempo shifts. He's starting to feel the shape of the music, the way it flows, like water, like wind, twisting and moving as it reaches out, further, expanding.
Saieri sucks in a breath and forces himself not to take a step back from the intensity of what is happening, but instead plants his feet and takes up the beat, arms moving to shape the music around them--keep the performers steady and on track, but with enough room and flow to improvise, to adapt, to grow.]
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--and that's when he stops focusing so much on the structure and gives over to the melodic line, wrist flicking in the air as the measure changes, as LP joins the piece, becoming lighter but keeping that urgency, arms moving to keep the beat as the tempo shifts. He's starting to feel the shape of the music, the way it flows, like water, like wind, twisting and moving as it reaches out, further, expanding.
Saieri sucks in a breath and forces himself not to take a step back from the intensity of what is happening, but instead plants his feet and takes up the beat, arms moving to shape the music around them--keep the performers steady and on track, but with enough room and flow to improvise, to adapt, to grow.]