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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 14:57:55 GMT -5
Kurt adjusted his scarf and performed a brief eyebrow check before he began, as if impressing an imaginary audience. It was tiresome, not having previously unknown members of Jazz Band or the like popping up to accompany all performances, and this piano sounded terrible, but it added to the pleasing mystique of being in Paris oh my God. And the general vaudeville quality of the song; it seemed fitting.
"--never even know..."
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 15:00:16 GMT -5
Ana was just on her way to a practice room herself--keeping the repertoire in practice, that sort of thing--when she heard some kind of screeching coming from one of them. An incurable know-it-all, she swing the door open and stood there looking disapproving.
"Gott in himmel, vhat is that noise?" The song, as well as the singing. "Your support is awful and you're singink in ze beck of your hett."
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 15:04:35 GMT -5
Kurt whipped around, indignant and pink. Disembodied voices with B-movie accents were absolutely not welcome.
"Get out! The room is taken!"
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 15:09:11 GMT -5
"By a boy sopreno barely out off puberty? I em shakink in my boots."
She looked down her nose at him.
"I'm serious. You've got the support of an ailing old voman. You're singing entirely from your sroat and hett."
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 15:15:44 GMT -5
Kurt twitched.
"If I'd wanted constructive criticism I'd have asked for it, Brunhilde!"
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 15:16:56 GMT -5
"Haff I hurt his feelinks? Apologies." She smiled falsely and exited without closing the door.
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 15:19:06 GMT -5
From within the room there came a perturbed cry of "Oh my God--" in about five seconds flat after her leaving, and the door was kicked shut. Badly ruffled, he set back to playing at the piano, gathering his nerve to sing again. What a bitch.
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 15:23:17 GMT -5
Oh, but Ana had ample backup for her big talk. Her scales were at a reasonable volume, on-pitch and with a lovely tone, but unremarkable. Once she began to pull out her sheet music, well... there was a reason most singers left a rehearsal room between them and the next performer. It got loud. And once she started, it did. Very loud. So loud anyone else within two un-soundproofed rooms wouldn't be able to hear themselves think. " Ach, ich fühls, es ist vershwunden..."
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 15:42:19 GMT -5
Kurt plonked at the piano, which was rather in need of tune, quite aggressively, but it didn't do much but make Random German Woman sound better by comparison. When she really started to sing, he nearly fell off the piano bench. He snatched up his sheet music and stormed over next door, briefly held up by the door being stuck. Perhaps he shouldn't have used such force kicking it shut.
Naturally. One would find opera singers in the opera house, ones who, when they sang, made it over for everybody.
He banged on the door. "All right, I get it, I get it!"
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 16:05:45 GMT -5
Interrupted mid-phrase, she opened the door, looking distinctly annoyed.
"Vat is the problem?"
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 16:07:44 GMT -5
"Could you practice at a lower volume?"
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 16:21:12 GMT -5
Ana's ability to make him the one who was in the wrong was astonishing. She stared, one dark eyebrow raised.
"Haff you ever triet to sing over an orchestra?" She looked him over. "Jahdging by the look off you, and the fact that your voice comes from the beck of your sroat, I toubt this. You coult barely sing over a flute. Cen you eemagine vhat it's like to sing over en orchestra? I vill sing at vhateffer folume I please because I, young man, em a contracted opera singer vit this house and you are a klitschig Tanzsaalsänger vit none-too-endearink delusions of singink countertenor."
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 16:27:22 GMT -5
Kurt went livid with anger, looming. He totally loomed. Of course the overall effect was more like a startled cat puffing up, if said cat were wearing a sweater dress over skinny jeans. Considering that he spoke about ten words of non-song-lyric German, the meaning was lost on him, but the tone wasn't.
"Some of us don't substitute quantity for quality, ma'am; shouldn't you have somewhere else to rehearse? Like an apartment? Or a bomb shelter?"
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Post by Ana Brauer on Dec 28, 2010 16:31:20 GMT -5
They made a fine pair, because Ana looked somewhat like an incensed hen.
"Ah, but I vouldn't vant to distoorb my neighbors et home. They have never essaulted my ears vhen I em tryink to rehearse."
The insult against her quality was lost; she was entirely confident that her voice was as flawless as could be expected from a woman of her age.
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Post by Kurt Hummel on Dec 28, 2010 16:35:39 GMT -5
It couldn't have been any worse even if she were a poor singer; it wasn't as if they shared a common genre, there wasn't the satisfaction of sounding any better. Her voice just... was, and was big. Much like the woman herself, though she dressed like a reference librarian.
"It's inconsiderate of everyone else!"
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