sim_spiration 11/11/10
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dicreasy2I have written far too much again. And I really thought that this would be a small piece.
Anyway, here it is:
Emina Legacy (A Victorian Legacy)
Applause rang through King’s Music Hall as Miss Bruenig took her place at the piano, but back stage, Miss Emina Legacy took a deep shuddering breath as she struggled to contain her nausea. She was due to close the recital, after Miss Bruenig but at that moment wanted to be anywhere but there. She stared down at her hands as she tried to work out why she felt like this. It’s not as if she was worried about making a mistake: such a thing never, ever crossed her mind, since she didn’t make mistakes while playing the piano. And she had played other, far bigger venues before, including the Simdon Opera House (although thinking about that tonight, made her insides turn to water). No, it was always the thought of everyone watching her as she walked out across the stage. She hugged herself, and rubbed her bare arms. As she did so, she wished she was wearing a different dress, or had at least thought to wear a shrug or cape. She did love the dress, it was by far the most beautiful dress she owned, but tonight, she was feeling very self conscious of her bare shoulders.
Lost in her own thoughts, she was dimly aware of a male voice asking after her, and Miss Thomson directing him to where she was sitting. She saw a pair of polished dress shoes approach out of the corner of her eye, and looked up to see a very handsome dark haired man in black tie standing there, one arm behind his back. The absurd thought raced through her head that he truly did look somewhat like a penguin, before she quashed it.
“Hello.”
“Good Evening Mr Penguino.” She attempted to smile at him, but her nerves made it look more like a grimace.
Robert produced his hand from behind his back with a flourish, revealing that he was holding a large bouquet of deep red roses. “I brought you some flowers. I know I should wait until after you have finished playing and then throw them at the stage, but I was worried the petals might fall off or something. And I wanted to see you.”
Emmi stood up, and took them from him, her fingers lingering as they brushed his. “Thank you,” she took an appreciative sniff, “they are beautiful.”
“Just like you.”
Emmi blushed, before entwining her fingers with the fingers of Robert’s left hand, leaning towards him and whispering in his ear “thank you.” The feel of her breath on his ear was intoxicating, and Robert had to exercise all of his self control to refrain from taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. He doubted that would go down well with the mistresses of the Acadamie who were patrolling the back stage area of the music hall. Or with Emmi’s father and brother, sitting in the front row of the audience. Instead, he pulled away and asked “are you nervous?”
Emmi gave a small nod, and took another sniff of her flowers.
“You’ll be fine. You’re by far the best pianist at the Acadamie. Probably the best in the whole of Simbridge.”
“I know.” Anyone else would take offense to Emmi’s terse answer, but Robert knew her well enough now to realise that she had no illusions as to her talent on the piano. She was good, she knew it, and saw no reason to pretend otherwise.
Emmi looked towards the stage. She had visibly relaxed since Robert had appeared, and could now think about what was behind the curtain. “I will have to be, to follow Miss Bruenig.”
“Emmi…”
“Her accents are off, she completely messed up the timing in the second section, and does she even know the meaning of …”
“Emmi!” Robert interrupted her.
“Yes?” she turned to once more face him.
“Relax. You don’t have to pick holes in her performance.” He smiled as he spoke to soften his words.
“I cannot help it. It is how I hear music, and her performance is distinctly lacking.”
“Don’t tell her that.”
“Why not? If she wishes to improve, then she should know what areas to work on.”
Robert reached out and took her hand. “One, because it isn’t your place to, you aren’t her instructor. Two, she’s trying her best. Not everyone is as talented as you, and not everyone likes to have their mistakes pointed out to them.”
Emmi gave that some thought before replying. “You are right. I will only say something if she asks for my opinion.”
Robert nodded, hoping that Miss Bruenig wouldn’t. He knew that Emmi would never intentionally hurt anyone, but she was very blinkered when it came to music, and would likely be indelicate in her choice of words.
As the last bars of Miss Bruenig’s performance faded, and a smattering of applause broke out, Emmi’s nerves returned. “It is time,” she whispered.
Robert, bent down and kissed her cheek. “Break a leg.”
She smiled weakly at him, and held out her flowers. He took them and watched her walk to the edge of the stage, as Miss Bruenig came off, a relieved smile on her face. Emmi wasn’t smiling at all, and as the compere announced her name, she conspicuously avoided looking out at the audience, apart from at the front row, where her family was sitting. She tried but failed to return her father’s smile, and scurried over to the piano.
As she sat, she looked towards the wings and saw Robert still standing there. He waved at her, and this time she did smile. She placed her hands on the keyboard, played a very quiet scale to further calm herself, and then started to play.
Anyway, here it is:
Emina Legacy (A Victorian Legacy)
Applause rang through King’s Music Hall as Miss Bruenig took her place at the piano, but back stage, Miss Emina Legacy took a deep shuddering breath as she struggled to contain her nausea. She was due to close the recital, after Miss Bruenig but at that moment wanted to be anywhere but there. She stared down at her hands as she tried to work out why she felt like this. It’s not as if she was worried about making a mistake: such a thing never, ever crossed her mind, since she didn’t make mistakes while playing the piano. And she had played other, far bigger venues before, including the Simdon Opera House (although thinking about that tonight, made her insides turn to water). No, it was always the thought of everyone watching her as she walked out across the stage. She hugged herself, and rubbed her bare arms. As she did so, she wished she was wearing a different dress, or had at least thought to wear a shrug or cape. She did love the dress, it was by far the most beautiful dress she owned, but tonight, she was feeling very self conscious of her bare shoulders.
Lost in her own thoughts, she was dimly aware of a male voice asking after her, and Miss Thomson directing him to where she was sitting. She saw a pair of polished dress shoes approach out of the corner of her eye, and looked up to see a very handsome dark haired man in black tie standing there, one arm behind his back. The absurd thought raced through her head that he truly did look somewhat like a penguin, before she quashed it.
“Hello.”
“Good Evening Mr Penguino.” She attempted to smile at him, but her nerves made it look more like a grimace.
Robert produced his hand from behind his back with a flourish, revealing that he was holding a large bouquet of deep red roses. “I brought you some flowers. I know I should wait until after you have finished playing and then throw them at the stage, but I was worried the petals might fall off or something. And I wanted to see you.”
Emmi stood up, and took them from him, her fingers lingering as they brushed his. “Thank you,” she took an appreciative sniff, “they are beautiful.”
“Just like you.”
Emmi blushed, before entwining her fingers with the fingers of Robert’s left hand, leaning towards him and whispering in his ear “thank you.” The feel of her breath on his ear was intoxicating, and Robert had to exercise all of his self control to refrain from taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. He doubted that would go down well with the mistresses of the Acadamie who were patrolling the back stage area of the music hall. Or with Emmi’s father and brother, sitting in the front row of the audience. Instead, he pulled away and asked “are you nervous?”
Emmi gave a small nod, and took another sniff of her flowers.
“You’ll be fine. You’re by far the best pianist at the Acadamie. Probably the best in the whole of Simbridge.”
“I know.” Anyone else would take offense to Emmi’s terse answer, but Robert knew her well enough now to realise that she had no illusions as to her talent on the piano. She was good, she knew it, and saw no reason to pretend otherwise.
Emmi looked towards the stage. She had visibly relaxed since Robert had appeared, and could now think about what was behind the curtain. “I will have to be, to follow Miss Bruenig.”
“Emmi…”
“Her accents are off, she completely messed up the timing in the second section, and does she even know the meaning of …”
“Emmi!” Robert interrupted her.
“Yes?” she turned to once more face him.
“Relax. You don’t have to pick holes in her performance.” He smiled as he spoke to soften his words.
“I cannot help it. It is how I hear music, and her performance is distinctly lacking.”
“Don’t tell her that.”
“Why not? If she wishes to improve, then she should know what areas to work on.”
Robert reached out and took her hand. “One, because it isn’t your place to, you aren’t her instructor. Two, she’s trying her best. Not everyone is as talented as you, and not everyone likes to have their mistakes pointed out to them.”
Emmi gave that some thought before replying. “You are right. I will only say something if she asks for my opinion.”
Robert nodded, hoping that Miss Bruenig wouldn’t. He knew that Emmi would never intentionally hurt anyone, but she was very blinkered when it came to music, and would likely be indelicate in her choice of words.
As the last bars of Miss Bruenig’s performance faded, and a smattering of applause broke out, Emmi’s nerves returned. “It is time,” she whispered.
Robert, bent down and kissed her cheek. “Break a leg.”
She smiled weakly at him, and held out her flowers. He took them and watched her walk to the edge of the stage, as Miss Bruenig came off, a relieved smile on her face. Emmi wasn’t smiling at all, and as the compere announced her name, she conspicuously avoided looking out at the audience, apart from at the front row, where her family was sitting. She tried but failed to return her father’s smile, and scurried over to the piano.
As she sat, she looked towards the wings and saw Robert still standing there. He waved at her, and this time she did smile. She placed her hands on the keyboard, played a very quiet scale to further calm herself, and then started to play.
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Date: 2010-11-11 07:11 pm (UTC)I do hope that Miss Bruenig doesn't ask for Emmi's opinion though.
(Also lol at Robert dressing like a penguin.)
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Date: 2010-11-15 11:44 pm (UTC)Me too. Emmi isn't likely to be very tactful in her choice of words.
Haha, that was something which amused me, and I thought Emmi would think of, given hi surname. :D
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Date: 2010-11-11 07:46 pm (UTC)Emmi and Robert make a very sweet couple.
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Date: 2010-11-15 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-11 07:49 pm (UTC)Okay now that that's out of me system for a moment. I do love how you capture details. The bare arms, Robert's polished shoes, they all capture a sense of reality.
They do seem to work well together, and I feel so much for Emmi, but yeah, Marsha, please don't ask Emmi's opinion? At least not until tomorrow.
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Date: 2010-11-15 11:53 pm (UTC)I love putting in those details, and evoking that feeling of reality, so yay for you noticing them. :D
I think they will compliment each other very well, and it really is best that no one asks Emmi for her opinion on their playing. she won;t mean to be, but she will be very blunt and to the point when it comes to pointing out where they can improve.
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Date: 2010-11-11 10:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-15 11:58 pm (UTC)I think they will too, and I can't wait to get to the point I can introduce them. :D
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Date: 2010-11-11 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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