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Title:Trumpet Voluntary
Genre:Thriller
Description:The name of a piece of music for trumpet who killed himself after being disappointment in love.
For a moment i thought i wasn't going to be able to make it.The sweat was pouring down my face,and my fingers were slipping all over the place.The others weren't much better either.Rachel's left hand was sliding on strings that were threatening to go out of tune because of the heat.I saw her frown as she played,fighting the heat.But then suddenly,we were there;the fast presto at the very end of Schubert's Death and the Maiden'quartet,and however hot and bothered i felt i just had to keep playing to keep up with the others,faster and faster as the movement rushed towards its climax and amazingly,we played the final chord with a burst of energy that none of us were really feeling.
In the front row of the audience i saw Paul dig Oswaldo in the side to wake him up.The Cuban detective's head went back and his eyes opened wide with fright until,realising where he was,he started clapping along with everyone else.
''Bravo!"the beautiful Sandra cried widly enthusiastic,and her call was taken up by the rest of the Brazilian audience so that we recieved almost a standing ovation from the five hundred people in the hall.
"All right,all right,"Carl whispered across to me as we stood to take our bows,"I admit it.You were right."He was talking about the long discussions we had,with me trying to persuade him to come to Brazil for a concert tour and him saying it wasn't worth it,no-one would appreciate us there.But i went on.It would be a wonderful opportunity,i told him,we could really make a name for ourselves in Latin America,it would be a good way of starting again.I knew i had nearly destroyed the quartet,i told him and this was my way of trying to make it up to all of them.
In the end i persuaded him and Matt.Even Ratchel agreed,but it was more difficult for her because she knew that my motives weren't just musical,and she knew that what i was thingking of could be very dangerous.I think we were both nervous,actually.Having just discovered each other properly for the first time,the last thing either of us needed was to lose the other.Rachel's love was bringing me back to life.I could feel thr pieces of myself putting themeselves back together like a multi-dimensional puzzle,all the bits falling into place,all the failures and sadness falling away from me.I noticed that now when the sun shone,i heard the music of the birds and the lap of water.My past with Malgosia and the terrible thing that had happened to her was shared knowledge between us,something Rachel and I could talk about openly.
She knew that the one thing i could not yet do was lose the hatred i felt for Tibor,my rival.Of course we had both discussed the possibility that my anger was really directed at Malgosia or myself for all those years when i had tried to love someone who never felt the same about me.It is certainly true that when i looked back at my marriage i felt this cold sense of failure.But there was something else that was far stronger:a conviction that people like Tibor should not be allowed to play with other people's lives.
