Somewhere between my ears the drums start pounding. The brass and woodwinds join in a throng of pulsing cacophony. Soaring strings perfectly punctuate the building tension. I’m about to burst and it’s going to be gloriously terrible!
Somewhere between my ears the drums start pounding. The brass and woodwinds join in a throng of pulsing cacophony. Soaring strings perfectly punctuate the building tension. I’m about to burst and it’s going to be gloriously terrible!
