[well THAT is more than enough to get Salieri's attention. He'd been in the band room, and has been since he woke up that morning at sunrise. When the screaming started, it'd been more than enough to, quite frankly, scare the daylights out of him, causing him to startle badly, sending papers flying every which way. They join the papers that had already been on the ground, tossed aside in his own frustration, and they somewhat cushion his fall as he topples backwards off the piano bench.
Salieri lays there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, a little dazed--before he shakes his head, pulling himself together enough to climb to his feet, stumbling for the door. He steps outside the door frame just in time to see Farrah run into the choir room from the hall, screaming. Salieri moves, immediately going to go after her, any newly acquired memories of his own temporarily pushed to the back of his mind as worry for her welfare replaces it.
He gets to the choir room just as her screams transition from fear into anger.]
Farrah?!
[he's quickly moving into the room and over to her] Farrah, what's happened--?
Choir Room
Salieri lays there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, a little dazed--before he shakes his head, pulling himself together enough to climb to his feet, stumbling for the door. He steps outside the door frame just in time to see Farrah run into the choir room from the hall, screaming. Salieri moves, immediately going to go after her, any newly acquired memories of his own temporarily pushed to the back of his mind as worry for her welfare replaces it.
He gets to the choir room just as her screams transition from fear into anger.]
Farrah?!
[he's quickly moving into the room and over to her] Farrah, what's happened--?