Snoring Is Not Allowed at the Symphony, Dear!

Response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s First Line Friday, March 13. The prompt is in bold. This one was easy, as my husband went to sleep in the symphony and had to be removed.

If the music didn’t get any better he was going to the take that pill Kelsey kept offering him. He couldn’t abide classical music, but he loved his wife and needed to spend time with her. He kept dropping off to sleep, so Kelsey gave him a pill to increase his alertness, but he knew that he would be awake all night if he were to take it.

If only the program tonight had more parts for the cymbals or the kettledrums, instead of the slow, haunting sounds of Rachmaninov’s Sonata in G Minor! The sorrowful tunes were just the right wavelength to send him into la-la land, in a big way. He wanted to scream, “For goodness sake, play ‘Seventy-Six Trombones’ or ‘The Flight of the Bumblebees,” anything but this solemn, sleep-inducing crap!”

He had tried to stay awake and not embarrass his wife, and thought that he had done pretty good, until he was awaken and escorted out of the auditorium. He had been snoring so loud that people were threatening him with bodily harm, and the members of the orchestra were screaming obscentities!

Kelsey pretended that she didn’t know him, choosing to stay and finish the program. He slinked to the car, turned on the local station playing 70’s music, and waited for her as he grooved to “Staying Alive,” “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough,” and “Dancing Queen,” among other classics. He was in his own music heaven!

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