[It’s taken him some time to learn how to use this sort of thing and it was a very useful to have people who did know. Amazing how far technology had come. A smile on his face, he greets Holly Heights.]
Greetings, fellow citizens! It’s come to my attention that we all seem a little glum and I don’t think we can just allow that to happen. After all, what can be done if we just let out hopes down? Not very much.
So! I was wondering if anybody would be interested in playing in my recent work? It’s an opera set into three acts. I have other works, but being in a position such as this has left my mind reeling with so many stories and ideas. Is there anybody with any musical experience? Don’t be shy, even if it’s your first! My experience can surely make up for your lack of one.
Third Person:
Mozart sighed, setting down his pen as he stared at it. It was certainly better than his pens back in his old home, but it lacked familiarity. Everything did and even this new life, which lacked the debt and the constant fear of death, did not comfort him. He wanted Constanze and his children. It wasn’t as if he had very long to—
Shaking his head, he took the thoughts out. No, he couldn’t think about that. He had work to do, even if he was away from Vienna. But everything was so strange. This world had so many things he couldn’t understand and it was just as frightening as it was thrilling. Sometimes he wondered if Death had taken him without him knowing and this was some bizarre afterlife. It was too strange and so that theory was always tossed away.
His heart was beating and his body was healthy. He was alive. How? He wasn’t sure, but he was and with this gift he had to finish his work. That was what he did know. Nothing could stop him.
OTHER Housing Request?: I’m cool with being randomized. Did you read the rules and FAQ?: I did!
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart | Mozart L'Opera Rock | Reserved
First Person:
[webcam]
[It’s taken him some time to learn how to use this sort of thing and it was a very useful to have people who did know. Amazing how far technology had come. A smile on his face, he greets Holly Heights.]
Greetings, fellow citizens! It’s come to my attention that we all seem a little glum and I don’t think we can just allow that to happen. After all, what can be done if we just let out hopes down? Not very much.
So! I was wondering if anybody would be interested in playing in my recent work? It’s an opera set into three acts. I have other works, but being in a position such as this has left my mind reeling with so many stories and ideas. Is there anybody with any musical experience? Don’t be shy, even if it’s your first! My experience can surely make up for your lack of one.
Third Person:
Mozart sighed, setting down his pen as he stared at it. It was certainly better than his pens back in his old home, but it lacked familiarity. Everything did and even this new life, which lacked the debt and the constant fear of death, did not comfort him. He wanted Constanze and his children. It wasn’t as if he had very long to—
Shaking his head, he took the thoughts out. No, he couldn’t think about that. He had work to do, even if he was away from Vienna. But everything was so strange. This world had so many things he couldn’t understand and it was just as frightening as it was thrilling. Sometimes he wondered if Death had taken him without him knowing and this was some bizarre afterlife. It was too strange and so that theory was always tossed away.
His heart was beating and his body was healthy. He was alive. How? He wasn’t sure, but he was and with this gift he had to finish his work. That was what he did know. Nothing could stop him.
OTHER
Housing Request?: I’m cool with being randomized.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: I did!