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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 21, 2008 20:34:43 GMT -5
"Yes, I could tell."
She set on the windowsill and the breeze caught her hair and blew it around her face. A few strands blew into her mouth and she spat them out in mild annoyance.
"What's the opera? What's it about?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 21, 2008 21:03:02 GMT -5
"A woman" he grinned "in the middle of her life, unmarried, possibly barren, rich and alone." His voice quickened with excitement "She decided to end her life, but death gives her an option, he will give her a family, a husband and as many children as her body can produce. But when her first child turns 18 she must give it to Death. Of course she asks for time to think about it, she soon decides to take his offer."
He moved slowly to her right, pacing a bit "Eighteen years go by, she had three children, her first a beautiful young woman by the name of Abigail. Her 18th birthday comes and Death comes to collect his debt. But the woman pleads with him not to, but he does not listen, he takes the girl and leaves the woman to her husband and two young sons."
His voice was animated, like a man trying to sell something "She grows depressed, angry and begins to drink. Her children and husband leave her. Her home becomes a shambled mess of what it was. One night she has a vision of death, torturing her little girl, and decided to drink herself to death so to battle him.
She dies and death comes to her with her daughter releasing her from the underworld and taking the woman instead."
He smiled "You like?"
((Reading Rumpelstiltskin, it's in muh head))
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 21, 2008 21:14:51 GMT -5
Vienna sat and listened to his summary with her head quirked, an amused smirk playing on her lips but a genuinely interested light in her eyes.
"Yes, very much," she admitted. "When do I need to have costumes and sets done?"
She glanced away from him, at her sewing machine, curious as to how he'd react by her assumption that she'd be designing them.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 22, 2008 18:05:10 GMT -5
He smiled "I had not yet hired a designer" he slunk quietly beside her "but if you are interested, than you have three months. That is plenty of time, I assume."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 22, 2008 18:09:50 GMT -5
"Of course."
She decided this was probably not the best time to tell him that the staff currently consisted of herself and one other person that she'd only spoken to once.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 22, 2008 18:55:38 GMT -5
"I will give you a copy of the opera when I have made one, or someone else makes one, whenever, so you can get a feel for the sets."
It was getting boring bothering her now that work was involved, he stopped for a moment at the door frame, then walked out.
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Apr 22, 2008 18:57:12 GMT -5
She nodded, sighed and went back to work.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Jan 22, 2012 10:17:35 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
Well. In the absence of Vienna's presence, Ludwig had taken it upon himself to make it into a workroom for himself and Wolfgang. It wouldn't do to be constantly using the pool table for a desk. There was always the danger of ink spilling on the green surface.
He'd re-arranged the room, managing to find some space for the piano he'd somehow finagled inside. Settled in, now, he was attempting to distract himself from his and Wolfgang's current money troubles by playing he piano.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Feb 2, 2012 1:42:09 GMT -5
Standing in the doorway, Wolfgang stared out at his friend solemnly, but for once... didn't make a sound.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Feb 2, 2012 12:22:16 GMT -5
It wasn't until he'd finished the piece that he realized Mozart was there.
"Ah. Forgive me for not noticing you sooner. I was caught up."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Feb 2, 2012 23:05:52 GMT -5
"No matter, I was just listening, it's coming along nicely."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Feb 3, 2012 12:49:53 GMT -5
"If only other things would come along as nicely." He said with a sigh.
"I'm almost tempted to sell some of my sonatas."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Feb 4, 2012 3:01:22 GMT -5
"I say we sell this townhouse, Vienna hasn't been here in ages, and we don't need all this space do we?"
It's not like we can afford to throw any lavish parties, what with having ABSOLUTELY no money.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Feb 4, 2012 11:42:58 GMT -5
Ludwig glanced around the room, then slowly nodded.
"You're right, of course, but this has become so much like home away from home. It'll be hard to say farewell."
He completely turned around to face Mozart better.
"Where will we live, then?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Feb 4, 2012 18:23:00 GMT -5
"There are apartments closer to the opera house, selling this place, it should make us enough money to pay the rent for a few months."
He stopped and looked around "If she ever shows up again, she'll beat me to death I'm sure of it. But it doesn't matter now, technically it's mine as well, after all she was wife, so I have every right."
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