Like Dancing in a Straight Jacket

Oh, orchestral excerpts, how I love thee.  

I striveth for musicality

But then I stretch a little on beat 3

and my hopes sink beneath the dark, dark sea

Think of our buddy, Bolero, so scary.  

Sensuality in notes, played with flair-ee

But The Time must never, never vary.

We must neither rush nor tarry.

Daily I practice so I can hack it.

It's almost like dancing ballet in a straight jacket.