Post by Erik on May 13, 2007 8:53:15 GMT -5
Ok, this is really short, done to time in roughly 25 minutes. And yes, roughly does contradict done to time but meh, what can you do? 
Describe the scene at a sporting OR musical event.
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Majestically swinging open, the towering oak doors offer little resistance as they are parted by the steward'd gentle, nimble touch. The audience, a mass of middle-aged, rather cultured people file in, meandering down the aisles to find their velvet-clad seats.
A young woman, dressed in a sapphire sequined gown, graciously takes her place. Quite beautiful, she looks out of place among the blacks and scarlets of the other occupants of the sublime concert hall. A minute wry smile, barely visible to those around her, creeps across her features, and her eyes, a deep emerald colour, light up as she feels the gaze of breath-taken husbands and jealous wifes against her slender neck.
Suddenly, the titter of the audience dies, the lights dim and the orchestra - a great mass of bold bodies - is revealed when the heavy-set curtain glides open. As the audience waits, half patiently, half anticipating, the conductor, brushing his hand through his sleek silver locks, licks his lips and picks up his baton brandishing it as if it were a deadly weapon. In a sense, it was, music, after all, could evoke fiery emotions even within the coldest of hearts. The dulcet tones silently envelope the spectators and they watch, enchanted, as the final notes of the overture reach their numbing crescendo.
Describe the scene at a sporting OR musical event.
~
Majestically swinging open, the towering oak doors offer little resistance as they are parted by the steward'd gentle, nimble touch. The audience, a mass of middle-aged, rather cultured people file in, meandering down the aisles to find their velvet-clad seats.
A young woman, dressed in a sapphire sequined gown, graciously takes her place. Quite beautiful, she looks out of place among the blacks and scarlets of the other occupants of the sublime concert hall. A minute wry smile, barely visible to those around her, creeps across her features, and her eyes, a deep emerald colour, light up as she feels the gaze of breath-taken husbands and jealous wifes against her slender neck.
Suddenly, the titter of the audience dies, the lights dim and the orchestra - a great mass of bold bodies - is revealed when the heavy-set curtain glides open. As the audience waits, half patiently, half anticipating, the conductor, brushing his hand through his sleek silver locks, licks his lips and picks up his baton brandishing it as if it were a deadly weapon. In a sense, it was, music, after all, could evoke fiery emotions even within the coldest of hearts. The dulcet tones silently envelope the spectators and they watch, enchanted, as the final notes of the overture reach their numbing crescendo.
