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He turned to the orchestra. He did not count them in.

Bellini closed his eyes. He had no answers. The city had slashed the opera’s funding. The new acoustical panels were a lie; they were just painted cardboard. The brass section smelled of cheap wine, not from vice, but because it was the only way to keep their lips from chattering. prova d orchestra

The sound was a gunshot. Everyone stopped. He turned to the orchestra

He just screamed: “ Attack! ”