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Post by Lady Norrington on May 26, 2007 17:05:44 GMT -5
"You don't want to know the one that's been written about you, then," Megan said darkly, even as she began to play a rather heavy-handed song beginning with a lot of arpeggios and descending into a rather repetitive melody. "This one's supposedly your song. I used to be crazy about the show it came from- that's how I heard of you in the first place. It's more of a guilty pleasure now, though." She stopped playing that one when she noticed his look of disgust. "Actually, there have been a lot of opera-type things written about you now. It's funny- the one with the worst interpretation of the story and the most amateurish lyrics has the prettiest music, I think. But anyway, there is one opera-thing you might like..." She abruptly stood up and went into Erik's bedchamber, sat at the organ, and started to play the overture to Sweeney Todd. ((I give up- Sue!Megan's like Davy Jones- she has mad organ-playing skillz-ah. Here's the link: www.hamienet.com/midi26623_Sweeney-1-Prelude-and-Prologue.html )) When the organ part was over, she went back to the piano and began playing what sounded almost like a variation on the Dies Irae- but no, it was the same song, continued. "This one's about a man who's obsessed with revenge. Oh, and eating people in pie form."
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Post by Erik on May 26, 2007 19:16:21 GMT -5
((LOL midi!Sondheim))
*Erik's eyebrows climbed beneath his mask. He wondered if she could be that bad at piano, with all the wrong notes--but no, they were consistent "mistakes"; and he started making sense of them. But it wasn't like any chord structure he'd heard before.*
"Well now," *he said finally,* "that does sound more promising. I suppose he is punished soundly in the end. The villains always are."
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Post by Irene on May 26, 2007 19:17:05 GMT -5
((*Swoons for Sondheim*))
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Post by Hallie on May 26, 2007 21:41:05 GMT -5
((SWEENEY TODD SQUEE!!!))
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 29, 2007 13:38:26 GMT -5
"Yes, well, you see, the whole thing is that he's seeking revenge on the judge who raped his wife, and he's told that his wife poisoned herself, so he assumes she's dead. But she's not- she's actually just hopelessly addled and mad. She's worn and old before her time, and she keeps following him, saying-" Here she stopped playing, to accompany herself: "Hey there, don't I know you, mister?"
She gave Erik a sad look.
"In the end, he kills her, but he doesn't know it's her until afterward. Even though he ends up slain himself, that's his real punishment- the woman he loved was alive all along, and he was the one who ended up destroying her."
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Post by Erik on May 29, 2007 13:55:56 GMT -5
*Erik listened with somewhat more intensity than he wanted to show.*
"It has potential," *he allowed.* "But what's this about an opera about Erik?"
*This thought troubled him greatly.*
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 29, 2007 14:33:14 GMT -5
"You'd think it's crap, I swear. And don't worry, the facts are so mutilated- it doesn't even call you Erik- it might as well be a totally different story. Just the basic facts remain- a man in a mask lives under an opera house, loves a woman named Christine and tutors her. That's about it. Christine has brown hair and you- the Phantom, I mean- little white mask. Only goes like this."
She held a hand over the right half of her face.
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Post by Erik on May 29, 2007 14:47:32 GMT -5
"Pffft!" *Erik scoffed at her description.* "And you say this is how you know Erik? He finds that hard to believe. He sees no resemblance."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 29, 2007 14:51:23 GMT -5
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Post by Erik on May 29, 2007 16:08:21 GMT -5
"Hmm," *Erik grunted noncommitally.* "Curious. It is disturbing to find oneself a popular figure, however inaccurately portrayed. After all the years..."
*He trailed off, part of him exasperatingly delighted by the prospect of fame. Well, he was an artist; it was only natural that he should have *some* ego.*
"In the future, Erik is a monster. Is he not?"
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 29, 2007 16:15:53 GMT -5
"What do you-"
No, she knew exactly what he meant.
"It depends on who you ask. There's a surprising number who think of you as this sad, romantic... young man. Totally tragic and sympathetic. And yes, there are some who call you a... you know."
She didn't look at him as she kept playing.
"But never to me. Never."
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Post by Erik on May 29, 2007 16:59:57 GMT -5
*Erik folded his arms, unwilling to betray his interest in this world.*
"Pity," *he spat.* "Nothing more. Blind, what's more. Nothing less than enshrining Caliban as a romantic hero. No," *he said decisively,* "your world is a silly place."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 15:49:17 GMT -5
"You have no idea," Megan sighed, actually agreeing with him. "Though actually, you know what the biggest attraction for me- to you- is- was?"
She stopped playing long enough to look at him.
"The sacrifice you made. Giving her up so she'd be happy. That was a very brave thing you did."
She went back to playing. The truth was, she wasn't sure if she herself could do the same thing.
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Post by Erik on May 30, 2007 15:53:47 GMT -5
*Erik's fingers bit into his sides as he clutched himself tighter.*
"It was not noble," *he said finally, so soft he wasn't sure (didn't care) whether she could hear.* "It was not brave. Erik wanted to die that day. To force her to stay then was to kill her; any fool could see that. How could Erik live, having killed his own soul? It was not brave. It was self-preservation. It was to let me die in peace. And Erik failed even at that."
*His head had dipped as he spoke--he rose it sharply, having said more than he intended. He turned away.*
"When you are ready, and if you can exhibit the self-control God gave a monkey, you may continue your construction of Erik's disguise."
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Post by Lady Norrington on May 30, 2007 16:05:10 GMT -5
Megan actually smiled this time. For a moment, anyway.
"I have had what I wanted," she said softly. "I wouldn't press that on you again."
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