He's watched executions before. He's sung at them before. Frankly, the fact that it was a performance didn't even strike him as unusual. It's simply the whole principle of the matter. There's a huge difference between Charlie prancing up to the gallows again, and Sissi going to her death for something she didn't even intend. Mumble...Mumble was so sweet and innocent, but he wouldn't have wanted that for his killer. Not if it was just an accident.
When he arrives at the party, he's carrying a guitar in a case. That's just...what he does, what he's always done. Of course he'd go straight for it at a time like this. Now that he has it, though, he isn't sure what to do. Should he...sing? Would people like that?
He's not sure, and he's afraid to misstep. So instead, he stations himself in the kitchen for a while, brewing cup after cup of tea to put with the other refreshments. Salieri did that for him a few days ago when he was upset, and it made him feel better. Maybe it'll be good.
When that's done, he makes an effort to seek people out and talk to them. He wallflowered at the last party, but now it seems like everyone's sort of wallflowering. And if he's really, really not playing a role, he can just start conversations like that. Maybe someone ought to.
Later in the evening, though, he takes the guitar from whatever corner he left it in and goes to the gym. People work out there during the morning, but it's often empty at other times, and sitting on the very top of the bleachers always makes him feel a little better. He'll sit there and play for a while. It's the opening music from Salieri's scene earlier this week. Just his half of it, now. He never did get those zither lessons from Sissi.
The gym doors are shut, but the acoustics in that room mean it's plenty audible from outside.]
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He's watched executions before. He's sung at them before. Frankly, the fact that it was a performance didn't even strike him as unusual. It's simply the whole principle of the matter. There's a huge difference between Charlie prancing up to the gallows again, and Sissi going to her death for something she didn't even intend. Mumble...Mumble was so sweet and innocent, but he wouldn't have wanted that for his killer. Not if it was just an accident.
When he arrives at the party, he's carrying a guitar in a case. That's just...what he does, what he's always done. Of course he'd go straight for it at a time like this. Now that he has it, though, he isn't sure what to do. Should he...sing? Would people like that?
He's not sure, and he's afraid to misstep. So instead, he stations himself in the kitchen for a while, brewing cup after cup of tea to put with the other refreshments. Salieri did that for him a few days ago when he was upset, and it made him feel better. Maybe it'll be good.
When that's done, he makes an effort to seek people out and talk to them. He wallflowered at the last party, but now it seems like everyone's sort of wallflowering. And if he's really, really not playing a role, he can just start conversations like that. Maybe someone ought to.
Later in the evening, though, he takes the guitar from whatever corner he left it in and goes to the gym. People work out there during the morning, but it's often empty at other times, and sitting on the very top of the bleachers always makes him feel a little better. He'll sit there and play for a while. It's the opening music from Salieri's scene earlier this week. Just his half of it, now. He never did get those zither lessons from Sissi.
The gym doors are shut, but the acoustics in that room mean it's plenty audible from outside.]