Feb 22, 2011 13:51
"John puts the anger into it, makes what had sounded like mathematics in Rodney’s head into furious, crashing downward runs that sound like punching a wall again and again, and suddenly Rodney’s back in that dark, stuffy room with all the windows covered up over the three months after his breakdown, writing and writing as if he could find the right combination of notes to open the doors, make the walls fall away with music and not be afraid. He’s so transfixed that he’s not ready when John reaches the end of his opening cadenza, but the orchestra slots in on cue, and Rodney finds that he’s brought them in regardless. The orchestra picks up the themes of John’s opening and weaves them into a greater whole, building a structure of harmony that was closed around Rodney, although he never knew until John saw it; John, who felt as trapped as Rodney, maybe, was as angry, and with a shock that’s like a sudden harmony sliding into place Rodney realizes that what he’d felt when he first saw John was recognition." -String Theory (toftfroggy)
QED
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