5th Orchestra Violinist

Slowly the strings ache out that soft sound that lulls us into a comfortable place. Then a build, quick and haunting; throwing everything you just felt away and replacing it with fear and suspense. You wait for the finish for it to hit you, you brace for the worst and then it stops. Suddenly without warning you are brought to a place of sheer light and atmosphere. It is pure and you feel at ease, like you have arrived in heaven or a place similar. You walk down the halls of white and it becomes brighter and brighter until the door opens and you step out and fall. The thought vanishes and your hope breaks. You fall from the perched white and your heart fades. You realize you are back in your seat and no longer in your dream. You stare down at the fifth chair violinist,  who is slowly pulling his bow across his strings in an attempt to lull you back into your dream. You can not go back for you know the lie, and can never see the white again. The violinist glances up and you swear it was toward you. He makes one final stroke and you feel like he knows everything about you. You just now realize you're crying, and you applaud this fifth chair violinist. He stands and bows, exiting the stage with a melody of audiences dreams.