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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 15, 2008 2:24:57 GMT -5
Because that's what composers do, right?
Amadeus screeched at the violinist who was just a pitch too high "You're ruining what could be my greatest work yet, by being a petulant idiot!"
He threw up his hands, papers with it, his assistant, whom he didn't know he hand, gathered them up quickly and followed him.
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 18, 2008 13:48:49 GMT -5
Vienna walked in just then, appearing to have braced herself for this outside of the door. She looked everywhere except at Mozart and spoke in an icy tone.
"I need to know how the second act will be resolved before I can start to design the costumes for it," she announced annoyedly in the general direction of the cellist, despite knowing full-well that it was Wolfie that would have this information.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 18, 2008 15:54:10 GMT -5
Wolfgang only looked her direction once to stick out his tongue and then grabbed a book from his assistants hand, he didn't flip through it, he just held it.
"Death."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 18, 2008 17:56:15 GMT -5
"Death?" she spat sarcastically. "The second act is resolved by 'death'? Oh, that's very clear, thanks Wolfgang. I'll just cover everyone in white sheets and they can be ghosts for the third act."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 19, 2008 19:15:13 GMT -5
He began pacing "It's a dark scene, the man is tormented, he's been alone for a while, whilst his wife continues to waste his money and destroy everything he's built. But he's no saint, he sold his soul to the devil to have this woman, he took from her, her life as well as her virginity, he created her, now death has been sent to collect."
"Death comes to the man, rips his soul from his body and he's left a shell, his wife finds him, and can't believe her eyes, so she uses him for a slave" he turned to her "you should read it, it's fascinating."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 21, 2008 19:22:46 GMT -5
"It sounds endlessly so," she deadpanned. "Thank you for this glimpse into your incredibly deep mind, Wolfgang. I'll go now and let you get back to playing your piano while the rest of us actually work."
There was really no reason for her to be saying any of this, of course; she of all people could appreciate his talent. She just felt like being nasty right now.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 21, 2008 19:48:53 GMT -5
Wolfgang gritted his teeth and suddenly exclaimed "How dare you!" He threw down his play and turned her around "Without my compositions you would be out of work!"
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 21, 2008 19:57:29 GMT -5
Vienna laughed derisively, secretly happy to have gotten a rise out of him.
"Oh, are you the only composer in the world now? How strange, I seem to remember hearing of quite a few others...in fact, there's another one living in my house, if I remember correctly. He's quite good at what he does"--she arched her eyebrow suggestively--"if I may say so."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 21, 2008 20:01:15 GMT -5
Wolfgang seethed.
"But I doubt, even Herr Beethoven could deal with you in a work environment, even if he can in the bedroom, my dear. There is only one man that I know of that has dealt with your shit for as long as you have been working, and that man, is me."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 21, 2008 20:03:56 GMT -5
"And yet you continue to work with me! Is it because you know I'm the best in Europe at what I do, or do you just enjoy my sparkling personality?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 21, 2008 20:09:03 GMT -5
"It is because you seem to be the only costume designer in all of the world!" He exclaimed "If there were others, I assure you I would have found them, but you see, as they all have disappeared from this earth, you are all I have left to choose."
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 26, 2008 17:20:19 GMT -5
She shrieked with laughter again.
"Oh, of course! There are absolutely no other costumes designers anywhere on this planet. They must have all mysteriously died since the last time I saw them. That explains everything. Poor, poor Wolfgang, with no one else to turn to..."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 26, 2008 20:47:48 GMT -5
"I WORK HERE! YOU WORK HERE! I'M NOT ABOUT TO WASTE MY TIME LOOKING AROUND FOR OTHERS!" He screamed.
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Post by Vienna Mozart on Aug 29, 2008 17:36:25 GMT -5
Vienna pretended to look affronted and spoke in a lofty voice to goad him on.
"You'd speak to your wife in such a manner, Wolfgang? My my, it's no wonder your first marriage didn't go well..."
((Dude...did he and Stanzi ever actually divorce? I think I may have just discovered a possibility for even more trouble in this plotline.))
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Aug 29, 2008 17:44:26 GMT -5
((Never officially I don't think))
"I speak to a she-devil, being my wife has nothing to do with it."
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