The Valpo Core Reader
 

Authors

Rachel Carlson

Document Type

Work and Vocation Essay

Publication Date

2006

Excerpt

The first time I saw him, he was standing in front of a sea of red robes, his black tuxedo sharply contrasting against the brilliant blur of color. His back was to me, to the entire audience, and his arms were dancing up and down to the beat of the music. The beautiful sounds that floated out of the choir seemed to stem right from his fingertips, as if they were somehow magical in creating the warm wash of music that filled the entire auditorium. As the music began to climax, he directed faster and faster until his entire body was pulsating with rhythm and life. It was clear that he was oblivious to everything around him except for the choir and their music. Nothing could come between them and the music they were creating, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the beauty of it all. The rest of the audience was watching the choir sing, but I was solely fixated on the man directing the music.

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