ekphrasis of The Orchestra Pit
She was flirting with him again. How could he be expected to keep proper time with her grinning at him that way? She needed him to keep proper time or the girls wouldn’t be able to perform their dance, didn’t she know that? If she turned her back and looked at him over her bare shoulder one more time, swishing her costume back and forth, he wasn’t sure what he would do. He knew exactly what he wanted to do, but the rustle of her skirts and the soft dimple in her right cheek unnerved him utterly. “Come on, then,” she called out to him. “Play it for us, Henri!” She looked out at the house lights for a moment and then turned her back to the musicians. She turned her head just that way to gaze at him over her shoulder. “Be a love,” she said. And smiled.
