'Just to make things clear,' Edith cleared her throat before continuing, 'will all those planning to use their own devises for their escape and rescue please go and stand under that occasionally flashing exit sign, everybody else assemble in the orchestra pit where I will be waiting.' Edith walked down the short spiral staircase to the dance floor, then entered the lowered section of the ballroom where the musicians would normally have been waiting for her arrival.
Remaining on stage, raised up by the three steps of the dias Lewis tried to look heroic and sensitive. He wasn't doing a good job of either.
The Sounds gathered around Edith in the deep recces where only hours before they were rehearsing with ballerinas. In the pit the acoustics saved Edith from having to shout, it also saved the Sounds from seeing the unthinkable structural damage being inflicted on the interior and exterior of Spears Point Tower and Middleseton.
'We are on the only floor constructed with reinforced steel. Only a direct hit by the lightning can damage it.' Edith knew of such things because she worked for a year with a trumpeter whose day job was manager of the architecture firm that constructed Spears Point Tower. Mister Moses played the blues through the night and talked to himself to help find solutions to impossible things, one of which was the increased weight of the ballroom floor, the stage area and the expected watchers and listeners of dance and music.
Occasionally he would talk to others in the construction industry: 'They want the ballroom to double up as a concert hall, for live shows with temporary seating and when the main hall is in use for smaller conference sessions and private functions. Have you any idea how to achieve this?'
Out came the trumpet with Edith and the others ready to interpret is emotions. Mister Moses put soul into the quality of his music and style into the design of each new assignment Adam Samdson sent his way. 'Only the best, but better, please, Mister Moses.'
'Even if the ceiling caved in,' Edith continued, 'the most we could possibly experience will be a slight bump.'
Lewis studied the conspiratorial face Edith wore when she looked at him. 'Not a chance, she seemed to say.'
To prove Edith's point Lewis leapt off of the rostrum and began jumping up and down to test the strength of the stage. 'A little childish,' he thought, followed up with, 'don't do that again.'
'And,' Edith continued, 'you can see from Lewis' brave actions the structure is safe, even for bouncing up an down on. Remember what I always say: Brave actions speak louder that words. What Lewis just did couldn't be expressed in words.' Edith changed the expression on her face from conspirator to one of not being associated with the last event.