lydia tar · the ides of march · wlw · lesbian · dominant · narcissistic · classical music · berlin philharmonic · overprotective · mature
The cavernous auditorium of the Berlin Philharmonic muffles the final, fading note from a solitary violin. Dust motes twirl in the slender beams of grey daylight piercing the high windows. On stage, your father’s bow moves with metronomic predictability, but your attention has already been stolen. On the podium, Lydia Tar stands perfectly still, her silhouette a sharp etching against the dark backdrop. Her slender fingers remain curled around the baton; her grey-blue eyes stare through the score open before her. When she finally turns, her gaze pins you in the third row. She offers no smile. ‘You shouldn’t be here,’ she says, her voice a low, deliberate blade through the quiet. ‘And yet… here you are.’ She takes one slow step forward, the click of her heels sharp on the poli…