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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jul 16, 2009 19:30:51 GMT -5
Wolfgang frowned playfully "That my dear is a laugh!"
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on Jul 16, 2009 19:32:22 GMT -5
"A laugh that can cause the hairs on one's neck to stand up." He said jovially.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Jul 16, 2009 19:42:52 GMT -5
"Hay!"
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Post by Ophelia Cartwright on Jul 17, 2009 20:35:11 GMT -5
*Ophelia just raised an eyebrow and returned to her seat.*
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Sept 3, 2009 19:46:01 GMT -5
"NEXT" Mozart screamed, he was irritated now, but not really.
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Post by Christine the Sorrowful on Apr 23, 2012 20:58:19 GMT -5
*New day, I guess*
Her small bag packed, Christine pushed open the doors. There had been a sign saying something about an audition- but it must have been wrong, for the place looked deserted. But why? Such grandeur, such finery! At the very least, it could have been plundered. The French truly were a strange people.
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on Apr 30, 2012 23:16:18 GMT -5
Mozart who'd been busy waving his hands about at some stage hands came in to auditorium with a bubbly flair he usually saved for drinking.
But today it was for music.
Another day of auditions for he and Ludwig's opera, in he and Ludwig's Opera house.
It was a good day to be him.
Catching the first woman to appears eye's he grinned "Good evening!"
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Post by Christine the Sorrowful on May 1, 2012 12:54:14 GMT -5
The image that came to Christine's mind was that of a berserker- this man had the same kind of wild energy to him, despite his small frame.
"And to you, sir. I saw a sign for an audition."
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on May 1, 2012 17:49:41 GMT -5
"That is right, we are holding auditions today for I and Herr Beethoven's opera, you are the first to arrive" he smiled.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on May 1, 2012 23:12:29 GMT -5
Beethoven came gliding into the room, not really paying attention to where he was walking as he had his nose buried in musical notation.
"Wolfgang, I made a few adjustments to the opening aria in act two--"
He stopped in his tracks when he finally looked up and saw the dark-haired woman in the room with them. She was...magnificent. If she sounded at all like she looked, she would be perfect.
"Ah! Excellent!"
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Post by Christine the Sorrowful on May 2, 2012 13:39:13 GMT -5
Another man to judge her- and once again, she could see a strange kind of warrior in him. Perhaps she'd been wrong about the French. "I am a-" Don't say skald, use their own words. What do they call my voice again?
"-dramatic soprano. If I may begin?" She purposefully kept her voice quiet and polite, another attempt to fit in. Christine would make whatever adjustments this new world needed, if only she could have her music. An employee sat down at the piano, and she handed him a sheet of music Elrik had composed. When he began, though, a strange thing happened. The music did not sound as if it came from a piano, but as if it came from pure madness, all sound and power. The pianist himself looked surprised, but Christine was delighted. What other kind of music could once expect a god to write? And then she began to sing.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on May 2, 2012 21:47:00 GMT -5
Beethoven was confused as to where the sound of the other instruments (some of them strange to his ears, at that) came from. The confusion didn't last long when Christine started singing. Instead, he stood quietly enthralled as she gave her performance.
When the music ended, he broke the silence with enthusiastic applause.
"Dramatic, yes! What a beautiful mezzo! You are exactly what we need, my dear!"
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Post by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart on May 3, 2012 1:22:00 GMT -5
Wolfgang stared in shock "You're wonderful!"
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Post by Christine the Sorrowful on May 3, 2012 15:22:01 GMT -5
Christine felt some embarrassment (a mezzo? She should have known there were different words for women's voices!) but her pride overwhelmed it. Her head was held high as she smiled.
"Thank you, sirs. I had an excellent teacher."
She couldn't help noticing the dark man's good looks and feeling a thrill when he applauded for her, but to mention them would have been ridiculous- she was here to show her talent as a skald, not as a bondmaid or thrall.
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Post by Ludwig van Beethoven on May 4, 2012 11:38:13 GMT -5
"No doubt of that! Give him my compliments."
He turned to Mozart.
"I know exactly who she could be in our opera."
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