Oh, orchestral excerpts, how I love thee.
I striveth for musicality
But then I stretch a little on beat 3and 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.