[The paper is...kind of a mess. There are staves, one bar after the other, each crossed out and rewritten, scribbled out even, over and over again
At that suggestion however, he sets down his pen with a small sigh, reaching up to rub at his eyes a bit.]
I...perhaps. Perhaps one could say that. [He knows what Varian's trying to do here; it's not too difficult to parse out. And he's right. Salieri knows Varian's right. It's not as though this is the first day where he's failed to be able to compose anything. Yet...there's something different about it. It was off in a way that it hadn't been before but...
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At that suggestion however, he sets down his pen with a small sigh, reaching up to rub at his eyes a bit.]
I...perhaps. Perhaps one could say that. [He knows what Varian's trying to do here; it's not too difficult to parse out. And he's right. Salieri knows Varian's right. It's not as though this is the first day where he's failed to be able to compose anything. Yet...there's something different about it. It was off in a way that it hadn't been before but...
...then again, maybe tomorrow, it will be better]