"Genevieve Symphony has accepted our request."
It was one of the three greatest orchestra troupes in the world.
"The recording will begin next week." The good director took a sip of his tea. It tasted sweet and citrusy. "I was wondering if I should be more proactive in the process."
The teacup across from his own swirled; on the ripples was reflected the pale face of a tired actor.
Averie sighed. "They don't like it."
It should have been obvious, in his opinion.
"Musicians and the creative types, they don't like outside interference."
'Even tattoo artists have big egos these days.'
"I would suggest leaving them to their own devices. It will also keep your anxiety at bay."
That recollection faded back into the recesses of the good director's mind.
The orchestral music, introduced not too commonly, was indeed good. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but if he had gotten what he had hoped for, he knew he would be disappointed.
That was the curse of expectation.
