Robert Mathis, MD (mathis_md) wrote in notionsic, @ 2011-07-22 15:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | chance renard, july 2011, robert mathis |
Who: Mathis and Chance
What: Encounter at the symphony
Where: Boston Symphony Hall
When: Saturday July 23, evening
Rating: Low-Medium
Status: Incomplete
Mathis was not solely a man of private musings and wanderings. There were certain luxuries that would always draw him out and imbed him as one of a crowd, that would give him a more socially normative pleasure instead of the continuous tracking that was involved in his Boston assignment. The medical examiner remained an observer for this nature was impossible to deny, but where he watched in the hall, he also listened to the swell and play of strings and woodwinds, and for the correct pieces, the piano. The late evening's program was a set from Britten, Prokofiev, and Sibelius, the international group of composers possessing a commonality for dramatics. The movements stitched into one another and surged through crescendos that left one's chest and limbs quaking, though it was not of the violent sort. The sounds moving from the stage and throughout the hall were perhaps of a far more romantic variety and it was as Prokofiev's Piano Concerto No. 3 ended and the pianist and orchestra were applauded that Mathis mused over this.
He did not linger and wait for the lights to raise and the start of intermission. He had the program in mind so left his seat before the applause began to ebb away. He was situated near the middle of the vast floor seating, but even so, standing and entering the aisle gave him the hint of movement higher up. Someone in the back had the same idea and exited the hall before the crowd started. Mathis thought little of it at first. It was a minor notation in the grand scheme of things and he continued up to the doors, brushing his dark tie flat and buttoning the front of his suit jacket (another thing he enjoyed about going to the symphony). There would be time enough to have a ciggy out in the warm summer night and then go to the bar and lounge attached to the lobby before the Finnish portion of the program began - that is, Sibelius. Though Mathis was not counting on running into the man who exited before him again. He especially did not count on recognizing the individual, even though he'd been frequenting of the Boston Symphony Orchestra since he arrived in the city and could pick out fellow regulars.
It was, unfortunately, a literal run in, but it wasn't a full on collision because of Mathis' quick reflexes. The greater impact was the unexpectedness of encountering someone from the lab. Mathis blinked, not through lenses this time, for he did not bother wearing the glasses out. He had no true need for them, but his expression remained standard: schooled in passivity. "Good evening Mr. Renard."