Chapter 3Martin
The bustle and heat of the community room at the theatre was familiar and relaxing to Martin. The orchestra had it on permanent hire for three hours on a Friday night and it was the one thing he always made time for. Even if he had a show, he could usually manage to slip in for an hour. He could lose himself in the music and forget about all the things he was trying to keep in his head for work.
They were working on the Star Wars theme tune at the moment and because it was something he’d played previously, he was coasting along. They were a group that got together for social rather than musical reasons and Martin thoroughly enjoyed himself.
“Martin!” Julie, the lead violin, waved him over. “This is Gethin,” she said, her hand on the arm of a tall, thin man nervously clut
