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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 17:36:02 GMT -5
"That is dependent on a few things I am not at liberty to discuss, but I believe..." He actually hoped, not believed, as he had not heard from Marlow in days, "That it may become a permanent stay." He shivered at the hiss in his ear, and turned his head slightly, just to speak over his shoulder.
"But with El Castro as the lead male of this Opera, they would not showcase me if I were made of gold. I hope to at least become recognized enough so that I may make myself his colleague."
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 17:42:32 GMT -5
Erik smirked a bit.
"El Castro holds himself above his peers. But you don't have the range to replace him in traditional roles, you must have pieces which are suited to your unique voice alone." Or perhaps an opera with two male leads...
"Carlos Castro is ambitious, it would take much to put yourself on par with him, and even more to earn his respect. He is...as fickle as a cat." he nearly chuckled. "And I am his teacher."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 17:54:24 GMT -5
"You teach El Castro? Hmph." Maleo shrugged and snickered. "I have ambitions, I am just quiet about my intent." Though he did think himself to be an equal, if not superior to El Castro, but telling Castro's teacher may not be very wise. He would have to be sneaky.
"Then you must help me, please! There must be something I can achieve, some bit of range I have not matched..." He turned a bit more, trying to catch a glimpse of the man who was with him. "I can pay you. I need very little. Sacrifices - any kind - are manageable." And yes, that did include human lives if he had to!
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 18:00:08 GMT -5
"I don't need your money, and there may be ways to improve your range. Sadly I am without my instrument at the moment, and it is very difficult to instruct without it."
Destler wasn't behind him, of course, nor anywhere he could be seen.
"As for sacrifices, we shall see. I require of my students that there be no distraction, of any kind, to interfere with the natural flow of the musical brain."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 18:13:21 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Well, being in blinding pain, even though he was fighting the feeling, was a distraction. Though he blamed such a distraction on Marlow, and had no idea of how to overcome it.
"Maestro, I do have a patron here... he has put me in something of an imposition... His sudden absence has become... a bother." Maleo looked a little crestfallen - he had hoped the shadowed man would have shown himself by now.
"Where are you?"
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 18:17:05 GMT -5
"I am here. Who is this patron? A lover?"
Destler's voice floated around, disembodied, but he seemed to have no desire to show himself at this first meeting.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 18:27:28 GMT -5
"Not a lover... my... Father." Well, that was what Marlow called himself, anyway. "A sort of adoptive man, I suppose you could say of him."
Folding his arms over his chest again, Maleo took a good look around the room, frowning that he could not find the Maestro in the dressing room. He was also surprised at how long they managed to stay alone...
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 18:31:01 GMT -5
Under his mask and in the umbra, Destler raised a hairless brow. A man who "adopted" another fully-grown man certainly had more than fatherhood on his mind.
"In this business, we call just such a man a Protector. And I will not have him interfering, if you are to train under me."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 20:06:38 GMT -5
"I do not believe he would interfere with my singing. That is how he found me, after all. But I have not heard from him in days." Admitting that out loud made him cringe, and he momentarily doubled over, almost as if his guts were twisting up inside him.
Grunting, he straightened himself up, looking paler than before. "He won't interfere," said Maleo again, taking a deep breath.
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 20:20:07 GMT -5
"You seem to be ill, Senor. There is a cafe on the Rue Saint Pierre. Go there and ask for some of the Maestro's mint tea, it will cool your hurts."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 20:21:56 GMT -5
He took a few steps to sit down again and rubbed at his face. "Thank you... I may indulge sometime, but..." Well, he had a feeling what it was, so the Maestro's suggestion was rather moot. "I am usually so good with pain..."
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 20:35:45 GMT -5
"Of course you are." he hmphed. The boy couldn't possibly know pain, not real pain.
"I have business to attend to, but...we will meet again. I must consider whether I wish to tutor you, whether you really need it."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 20:50:50 GMT -5
"Please, Maestro, if you think you can help me... I will give you whatever I can..." He looking up, pleading with what he could; the whites of his eyes were a marbled gray, where the black had already consumed all of the iris and an extra few millimeters out side, making them appear larger than before.
"I want... I need to explore the fullest range of my voice, if I am to compare with El Castro. I do not want to merely be a side player for the small audience. I wish to captivate... all..." he said with a madman's smile, looking toward the first shadow he had encountered his hopeful teacher in.
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Post by Erik Destler on Aug 27, 2008 21:00:47 GMT -5
There was something about the boy, but he could explore that later, if he chose, for now, he let his voice fade a bit, sounding distant.
"I will find you again, when I wish it. Until then, tea."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Aug 27, 2008 21:10:42 GMT -5
"Yes... tea..." he replied, lowering his head as he heard the voice fade. He even felt like the man's presence was dissolving.
Slowly getting to his feet, Maleo washed his face of the remaining makeup and decided he would take advantage of the night air, throwing on a long pinstripe coat and his top hat. He would take the Maestro's advice, and waiting in his flat had proved very little in turning up his Uram.
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