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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 13, 2009 18:37:14 GMT -5
((Ahem, thats Mozart and Beethoven.))
Mozart had a horrible, I say HORRIBLE, hangover, he couldn't remember the night before, nor could he remember how much he drank. But he was sure it was absinthe and he was sure he was at the Moulin Rogue.
Because he woke up there holding a bottle of absinthe.
He had known he had been with Ludwig, but he wasn't there in the morning. So he stumbled his way to the Opera house, which for one reason or another was closer than his apartment. He showered in the men's dorms and dressed himself in someone elses clothes.
They wouldn't mind, he'd left a note.
Brushing back his wild hair (since he couldn't find his wig) he blinked down at his opera, awaiting Ludwig's arrival, wherever he was.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Jun 13, 2009 18:46:58 GMT -5
Beethoven, as well, had awoken with a horrible hangover the next day. Unlike Mozart, though, he'd found himself at an inn and no memory of how he'd gotten there. He recalled snatches of the evening before--dancing about like a fool with Wolfgang and some unknown girl--but most of it was fuzzy, and probably best that it stayed that way.
Somehow, he'd managed to clean up and make his way to the opera house, eventually finding his counterpart. Beethoven, on the whole, looked a bit less of a wreck, though he had the crazier hair.
"Ah...yes. Hello then." He mumbled.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 14, 2009 23:22:20 GMT -5
"Mmm" Mozart returned with as much vigor "you look, well."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Jun 15, 2009 11:34:49 GMT -5
"Probably as well as you look, my friend." He said with a lopsided grin.
He sat down in the nearest chair, a bit heavily, balefully eyeing the nearby piano.
"That thing there is a travesty." He said, pointing at the instrument.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 16, 2009 21:47:00 GMT -5
"I've tried to tune it" Wolfgang mumbled "there's no helping it."
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Jun 16, 2009 23:34:06 GMT -5
"I guess there's nothing for it, though--moving another in here would be a horrible hassle."
He sighed.
"The things we must do for our art."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 18, 2009 1:58:41 GMT -5
"It's not like we could afford it anyway" he mumbled.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Jun 18, 2009 10:45:05 GMT -5
"No..." He said sadly, recalling rather fondly the masterfully crafted grand piano he'd once played on for a concert.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 18, 2009 15:12:51 GMT -5
"Spent all of our spending money last night by the way" he added quickly, hoping Ludwig wouldn't hear.
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Post by Ophelia Cartwright on Jun 18, 2009 15:36:01 GMT -5
*Formality or no, Ophelia would audition for this role fair and square. When other singers resented you, everything just got complicated. Carrying only her reticule and the sheet music for her piece, it appeared she was the first to arrive.*
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 18, 2009 15:52:12 GMT -5
"OPHELIA!" Wolfgang suddenly exploded and stood up "My dear, my dear, so good to see you!"
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Post by Ophelia Cartwright on Jun 18, 2009 15:54:29 GMT -5
*She smiled widely and moved toward the stage.*
"Wolfgang; lovely to see you too."
*He was a little ridiculous, but managed to be charming.*
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 18, 2009 15:56:17 GMT -5
He grinned, mostly because he wouldn't have to explain to Ludwig, on what he spent all their money on.
Taking her hand he kissed it gently "Here to audition are we?" He gave her a side wink.
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Post by Ophelia Cartwright on Jun 18, 2009 15:59:18 GMT -5
"Something like that." *She didn't dare wink back (ladies did not wink, and even if she wasn't a lady she had to act like one to avoid the stigmas of being an opera singer), but there was a conspiratorial sparkle in her eyes.*
*I presume you've finished the libretto and score now, as you're holding auditions?"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jun 18, 2009 16:03:11 GMT -5
"It's all finished, although the final aria isn't written down, we both have a wonderful idea on how it'll work." He giggled "It's going to be, just, fantastic, big music, big voices, beautiful women!" He twirled around "Oh, oh, you're just going to love it!"
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