itscurtains | Week One

[Yesterday, everyone woke up in a strange place and realized that they'd been kidnapped, and also that everyone else around them may or may not be kinnies? Wow, what a weird escalation of kin drama! Given what some people have seen of Spongebob's freaky arm thing, though, maybe it's not that at all?

Your Assistant Director, Hester, showed off her stuff and immediately had her life threatened by Lumpy Space Princess, who got her life threatened right back. Maybe you should keep that in mind if you decide to pay Hester any more visits! She won't be making another public appearance this week, but as promised, she'll be available for visits and consultation in the Principal's Office during business hours.

If you don't want to chat with Hester, there's always the school to explore! Some of you might also be receiving mysterious coins next to your bedside this week - those must be useful for something, right? There's lots to do, and you all seem like a group who can make your own fun, so enjoy your first week of school!]

Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday | Friday | Saturday

(( OOC: This will be the last mod post for this week! Feel free to start submitting regains for any threads that aren't with Hester. Remember, song threads mean an extra coin! This is a peace week, so get all that CR while you can! ))

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I can only imagine. [He'll offer Benjamin a small smile, feeling a twist of guilt in his stomach in a way that he hasn't for quite a while. But...he swallows that down, and instead adds sugar to his tea, and takes a sip]

In fact...if you would indulge me, I was going to ask you if you wouldn't mind me prevailing upon you on Monday, before the show? I would hate to go up there in front of everyone not looking my best.

[Unaware of any reason why Salieri might feel guilty, Benjamin gives an enthusiastic nod.]

Of course, I wouldn't mind at all.

[He takes a sip of tea.]

We can discuss what you like when I have you in a chair, then, shall we?

That would be wonderful. [that, at least, is more than truthful] I'll put my trust in your capable hands.

[but, perhaps, another topic--] I did also want to ask, how are you finding rehearsals? Personally, that is.

Mm. [He picks up his spoon and scrapes up a spoonful of creme brulee, as he contemplates the question.]

Overwhelming, but I think in a good way. I'm not used to singing being such hard work.

[He takes the bite.]

[Salieri nods at that, a touch of sympathetic amusement at the corner of his mouth]

I can imagine. However, you seem to also be adapting rather swiftly. Especially considering that French is not usually a language you've sung in.

Well, no doubt thanks to the skill of my teacher.

[He takes a sip of tea, beaming with friendly gratitude.]

I was afraid that I'd be too old a dog to learn new tricks.

[That'll earn a chuckle out of him]

Not at all, as we've seen. I can honestly say that I am well impressed with your work.

[Well, he can tell Salieri won't let him self-deprecate his way out of this, and he's already made his high esteem for the man abundantly clear.]

Well, thank you.

I bet my wife will be disappointed to learn I performed in an opera, and she wasn't here to see.

[he absolutely will not let him self-deprecate his way out of this, Benjamin did a great job!!] You could, perhaps, perform your part for her when you see her again, but even so I'm certain she would be quite proud.

She's proud of everything I do. [He takes a sip of tea, then clears his throat around the unexpected lump there. His gaze falls to the table, a fond smile on his face.]

It's an intimidating standard to live up to, to be worthy of what she sees in me. One of my greatest life's works, God willing.

[Salieri's expression softens at that. It is shockingly clear how much the man loves his wife, and though his acting was very good for his first time, he's starting to get the feeling that he let his doubts get the better of him]

I have every faith that you will, my friend. Anyone who speaks to you for more than a moment could see how much you adore her. [it's lightly teasing, but mostly admiring]

[He has the decency to look slightly sheepish, at the light teasing, although his smile flags not at all.]

I would wish the feeling of being in love on every man in the world. Perhaps it would even give your plays happier endings. [An equally light, playful tease.]

[that makes him laugh, a low chuckle] I'll have you know, I have written my share of Opera buffa, and those endings are always happy. This commission just happened to be for a tragédie lyrique. I can hardly be blamed for that.

[He laughs at that response, not loud but not limited to a chuckle.]

Oh, well that's understandable. Do you have a preference? Of which you like writing more?

[he sits back in his chair a bit to consider that]

...I suppose it depends on the day. They each have their challenges, however...Opera buffa is like a light, sweet snack. Like a bit of cake and tea in the afternoon. Easy to throw together something light and frivolous but deceptively difficult to get it just so as to be something really delightful.

Tragédie lyrique is darker, heavier, richer--like a good chocolate mousse after dinner. It tastes deceptively complex but is surprisingly easy to make if you follow the right steps. You can add twists to it--whiskey or bourbon, or fruit, but it will always be the same rich, satisfyingly dark, sensual bittersweet base.

[Benjamin sips his tea while he listens to his friend's explanation. The analogy eludes him, somewhat, not being used to fine, frilly little desserts, but it's easy enough to understand nonetheless.]

I see. That's a very interesting analysis of the difference. Perhaps - if you still remember one you've written - you could play a piece from one of the lighthearted ones sometime. After this performance, of course, and only if you feel like it.

[But, well. You know. Murder school. Maybe something a little haha funny to lighten the mood.]

[listen he's famed for having a sweet tooth what do you want from him.

But he does pause to consider that idea]

I believe that's something I certainly could manage. I have some Opera buffa that would be quite quick to throw together, if need be.

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