[the song rises, grows--and Salieri's eyes dart from LP to the SQUIP, focusing now on what it's specifically doing. The tempo increases, speeds up a touch--accelerando--and the tip of the baton strikes through the air, carrying the beat forward.]
SQUIP--[perhaps, if he can just help it, direct it--] Breathe, with me, on the downbeat and then let it go--
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SQUIP--[perhaps, if he can just help it, direct it--] Breathe, with me, on the downbeat and then let it go--