Sean Greene

The Order of the Little Black Book

The Order of the Little Black Book By S.G. Greene “Are you O.K.?” The voice was muffled against the pulsing waves of the theremin orchestra below his grand viewing box. The orchestra sped up; the show began to climax. His chest vibrated as frantic yet deliberate fingers mashed heavy synth pads. A spectacle of lights beamed down from the ceiling of the rotunda in rhythm with the cacophony of sounds he had written with the stroke of a pen. He stared down to the stage below where six women interpreted the music through elegant movements of their bodies, each in tune with the other. Yet even as the crowd filling the seats wrapping the circumference of the rotunda roared with approval, he could not so much as lift his finger.