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Post by Lady Norrington on May 13, 2007 15:39:48 GMT -5
After giving Erik her letter, Megan went out to the piano and began playing "Nessum Dorma". Or at least tried to- her piano skills had suffered ever since her teacher had had to leave for surgery. Still, she could play fairly decently. For a moment, she reflected on whether or not he'd be impressed by her choice of music before realizing that Puccini came after his time. After now, she supposed, if that made any sense.
At that moment, an evil sort of thought occurred to her. Perhaps if she told him it was her own composition-
No, never mind. He'd have ways of telling. And besides, he'd probably pick up on the fact that Puccini was the Andrew Lloyd Webber of his day. With a sigh, she refocused her mind exclusively on the music.
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Post by Erik on May 22, 2007 14:20:17 GMT -5
*Erik brushed a hand over his face, wishing he and Death had had a longer time together. But the acquaintance was formed, now, and Erik could not help but feel a spark of pride that he'd been deemed worthy.
But what was that racket?
He walked into the parlor and stared stiffly down at the girl.*
"What. On earth. Is that?" *he intoned gravely.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 22, 2007 14:42:22 GMT -5
"It's Puccini. 'Nessun Dorma'. It's from Turandot."
She paused and started over. Except this time she sang, in a decent attempt at an operatic soprano voice: "Nessun dorma...nessun dorma. Tu pure, o Principe, nella tua fredda stanza- see?"
She looked hopefully at him for signs of appreciation. His sunken eyes instead stared down hard, causing her to stop playing and put her hands in her lap.
"Sorry. I never really learned how to play." she apologized. "Only sort of."
Twisting her apron nervously in her hands, she added quietly, "That was the first time I'd ever kissed. Kissed like that, I mean. I'm sorry, I'm usually not that forward... it won't happen again, unless by some weird chance you want it to, which I kind of doubt. Love's a bitch, innit?"
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Post by Nerida on May 23, 2007 13:35:07 GMT -5
*Time is frozen. Nerida appears in a shower of blue sparkles.*
Never fear, for I am here!
*She stops and thinks for a moment.*
And speaking in rhyme I think How strange, a minute ago I had gone for a drink. My powers have been returned to me What larks, though Sebastian will not agree.
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 23, 2007 13:38:23 GMT -5
Megan looked up suddenly and gave Nerida the same look of dumbfoundment that Erik had given Megan upon first discovering her in the torture chamber.
"...The hell?"
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Post by Nerida on May 23, 2007 13:42:37 GMT -5
*Nerida looked around the lair.*
Oh dear, what an awful mess! But sorry all, I do digress.
*She looks at Megan.*
You my pet, have called for aid. Though more than that you need a maid. Your Fairy Godmother I will be To do all that you ask of me.
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 23, 2007 13:43:49 GMT -5
"You're speaking in rhyme," said Megan, flatly.
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Post by Nerida on May 23, 2007 13:46:16 GMT -5
*Nerida's smile widened to the point of a grimace.*
I know my dear I cannot stop. So I continue til I drop. Come on now quickly, tell your woes. So I can fix them, ere I go. [edit] es
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 23, 2007 13:56:55 GMT -5
"Um..."
Megan looked around, then back to Nerida.
"Fine. You want to know what my problem is? I'm a doughy, clumsy Amazon of a girl from the future in a cast-off opera costume who's in love with a nearly seven-foot-tall living skeleton with glow-in-the-dark eyes! That's my problem! And I can't seem to shut up when I ought to, and I kissed him and it didn't even matter-"
Time unfroze abruptly. Nerida shrank down and hid in a gas lamp, and Megan looked back at Erik.
"Erm." she said. "Well then."
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Post by Nerida on May 23, 2007 15:04:04 GMT -5
((Cool. Just poke me when you need me.))
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Post by Erik on May 23, 2007 21:12:40 GMT -5
((Now there's an opportunity for a twist...))
*Erik shook his head, feeling a strange, though quickly dissipating, befuddlement.*
"Well. Then. We all make mistakes." *He paused.* "Some more than others."
*He turned to stride across the room grandly. He thought it was quite an impressive sight. He was, after all, very tall.*
"You may stay--if you keep your lips to yourself. And don't play that," *he added flatly.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 24, 2007 13:24:07 GMT -5
"Of course," said Megan, looking nervously at the lamp where Nerida had hidden herself. "How's this? It's from something called Tanz der Vampire. It's actually a dance sequence, most of it..." ((Here is what she's playing: www.realmofdreams.com/steinman/sounds/dotvextra17.mp3))
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Post by Erik on May 24, 2007 22:01:04 GMT -5
((What is it with Phantom fans and Jim Steinman? Seriously?))
*Erik listened patiently to lots of pounding piano. Viscerally effective, he admitted, but he didn't get it.*
"I don't get it," *he said.* "How does one dance to that?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 25, 2007 13:39:29 GMT -5
((Look, I've only ever listened to Tanz der Vampire. I'm not big on his other stuff. It's the whole vampire-parody angle of the show for me, I guess. I liked the movie the show is based on before I ever heard the music.))
Megan couldn't help smiling; he was actually listening to her.
"Well... it's almost like a ballet piece. See, there's this girl, Sarah, and her dad keeps her locked up all the time. But it turns out that this vampire lord, Count von Krolock, has fallen in love with her, and Sarah realizes she'd rather live an exciting life as a vampire than a safe one as some farmer's wife or something. And she has this beautiful dream sequence where she imagines herself dancing at the vampire ball, and Count von Krolock bites her, and she kisses him..."
She sighed dreamily. She'd had similar dreams about certain Phantoms and masquerades. You know, except the biting.
"So, yeah. It's like a ballet, I guess. A sexy ballet."
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Post by Erik on May 26, 2007 13:35:48 GMT -5
((I'm just teasing; mostly. I like his pop songs, but I don't consider him a superior composer. But that's obviously opinion.))
"A... sexy ballet?" *Erik echoed, disbelieving. Aside from that part, however, it seemed rather pedestrian.* "So. Opera has not advanced much where you come from. Erik supposes he should have guessed as much. It would be rather too much to hope for, wouldn't it, to imagine someone had actually done something interesting."
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