Harp's Song

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Cover credit: Although the design and text are mine, I did not draw that amazingly detailed angel's wing.  That credit goes to Nijuuni on dA.  The entire image can be found here: http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=the+angel%27s+fallacy#/d1sybj6

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The music was beautiful, unearthly in the most literal sense of the word.

And wrong. Absolutely, entirely all wrong.

"Stop, stop," Conductor yelled over the melody of song, wings fluttering in clear agitation. Her conducting stick lowered, and with it so did the volume of the music, until it petered out completely only a moment later.

Hands on her hips, Conductor addressed her orchestra.

"Not right," she shouted, her voice ringing in piercing ways across the heavens. "You think this is ready for El? You think you can get away with a mediocre performance in front of the Holy of Holies? You're mistaken! He will not be impressed."

A fine layer of gold dust burst forth from her wings as each sentence was punctuated with increasing desperation. Near the back of the orchestra, one young angel noted how some of it landed in Conductor's two oddly spiked tresses of hair, giving her the appearance of having long glowing ears. He tried to look sufficiently contrite, and not to giggle.

"Time…so little time until Peter's next arrivals. Not enough time until El's address. And you're giving me this to work with?" Conductor ranted on, although it was obvious several angels were no longer listening to her.

Conductor paused in her tyrannical lecture, regarding her angelic orchestra with an air of expectation. When no one moved to do anything, her hands glided to her hips, wings bristling tightly behind her back.

"Well! Don't just sit there gawking. Go practice! Return tomorrow with something actually worth listening to."

It was their cue to disperse, and disperse they did as quickly as possible. Conductor wasn't quite finished however.

"Fourteenth Viola and Thirteenth Harp," Conductor barked. "Remain behind. I want to speak to you both."

Surprised, the young angel's head shot up as his large string instrument faded in front of him. What did that mean, stay behind? What had he done?

Harp was nothing if not obedient though and, once done packing up, he approached Conductor. Originally known as Twelfth Cello herself, Conductor hadn't started off in her illustrious career in much more impressive of a place than Harp had now, if he remembered a conversation he'd once overhead between the sitars correctly. But she had found favor with the last conductor, and over eons had eventually been trained in several instruments, and later taught to instruct as she did now. Harp doubted he'd ever possess skill enough even to advance among the harps the way he was going.