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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 0:51:42 GMT -5
Maleo reached inside his jacket to remove the lyrics, the scribbled notes and the scoring sheets to the Maestro, but found himself staring at the bony hand outstretched to him with an owlish gaze.
It almost looked as the hand of Death reaching out to him, and Maleo held his breath as he turned the papers over. "Feel free to criticize me as harshly as you like."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 0:56:28 GMT -5
He took the papers in the gel-like glove M. Erik had made for him and pulled them to himself with casual grace, tilting his head (was that a mask, even under the scarf?) this way and that as he examined the scoring, humming a bit, correcting melody, adding harmony.
"Hm. It's not terrible for a first effort. I wouldn't say you're a musical genius, but then who is these days?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 1:19:43 GMT -5
"Not many..." he agreed, glad it wasn't a phenomenal mess of an opera, but his focus went from his music to the Maestro. The mystery of this man was intriguing, and he wanted to actually see the man who was giving him advice.
"Maestro... could we speak of this more privately? One never knows when someone may come along to ruin our discussion..." And Maleo did not want anyone stealing his idea!
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 1:22:39 GMT -5
"I doubt anyone in the company has the presence of thought to steal your opera and run with it." he said dryly and handed the leaflets back.
"You seem to have improved your range--even if you are destroying your tone--so I must assume you've found a teacher after all."
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 1:26:08 GMT -5
Maleo frowned at the thought. He rather liked being the soprano male there, and it had not occurred to him that he may not be able to return.
"Does it seem that way, Maestro? That I will lose my voice?" asked Maleo, tucking the sheets back where they belonged. "The 'Angel' who offered never spoke of such a thing... merely informed me to not ruin my instrument with strain..."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 1:33:21 GMT -5
"And have you been straining? Pulling your range too quickly will change your tone, there is no getting around that. If you stress yourself you'll end up a mere tenor with an extended upper range, and you'll loose that particular quality of tone that marks you as a true sopranist, a clear and high male voice."
He waived offhandedly and dissolved into shadow, though clearly still present.
"Where is it you wish to go and discuss this opera of yours?"
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 1:43:20 GMT -5
"My room is more private than most places, unless you believe the one who tutors me now," he said that much purposefully; his tutelage with the Angel may become short lived if he did damage his skills as a soprano, "may overhear and intervene. I did not know he was listening in when he crept into the walls on me."
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Post by Erik Destler on Oct 8, 2008 23:04:30 GMT -5
"The Opera has many ears, it seems. Lead the way, I will follow."
He melted back into the shadows and seemed to disappear.
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Post by Maleo Basilio Addams on Oct 8, 2008 23:07:15 GMT -5
Maleo turned as instructed, heading back to his dorm.
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