Post by NPC Lord on Sept 11, 2014 22:57:33 GMT -5
Song: "One Man's Dream" - Yanni
Finneas had left the castle for the day after spending an entire afternoon with Kasimir and learning under the great master. Though the two had spent so many hours already playing and working on his piece, the young Delacroix wasn’t ready to turn in for the night just yet. The door to the music room had been left open, a reminder that he would have to go to bed at some point but had no intent on heeding the call. His mind buzzed with the melody that he had composed, and there were a few last parts to tackle lest it keep him up all night.
Kasimir may have just been a boy of twelve, but he had the artistic soul of a man beyond his years. Dipping the quill into the ink, he scratched a few additional notes as he thought of how the other instruments would eventually come together. For now he was writing the piece for the piano as Finneas instructed. His mind rewound the notes over and over as he played them upon the piano with his right hand and wrote with his left, the sheet music tilted against the fallboard.
As he was about to put the quill back in the inkwell, a few droplets got away from the tip and hit the beautiful polished wood of the giant concert grand piano. Panic clutched his heart as he tried wiping it away quickly with his fingers but found it only smudging things about worse. Eventually he grabbed part of his tunic and spat against the fabric before wiping frantically. The last thing he wanted to be known for was the Delacroix boy who inked a majestic piece of musical equipment!
After a great deal of frantic scrubbing he got it as clean as he could. Residue still slightly marred the majestic beauty of the finely crafted instrument. Secretly he could only pray that no one would notice a slight blemish on the magnificent wonder. For now he put the ink away and dried the parchment of his sheet music. A small smile crossing his mouth as he felt satisfied with what he had accomplished that day. Kasimir had already been working on this piece long before coming to Vanderhall, but now that he had several engagements with Finneas Baneheimer he felt that the song was ready to come alive, and this was as close to completed as he ever accomplished.
Going back to the piano he set the sheet music down and took a deep breath. Wanting to test the piece in private he would eventually show perform it to his master (at least that’s what he liked to think of Finneas as). Softly his fingertips brushed the keys as he began the first notes of the melody in repetition before moving into the melody of the song. The tune was soft and sensual, a piece that brought him calm as he played the notes out in the grand music room. It echoed and swirled around the walls and out the door, down the halls. His rhythm and pace ebbed and flowed with gentle dedication as he closed his eyes for a time and continued the piece.
Kasimir imagined flutes supporting the tune along, and then a swirl of violins lifting the song to a higher level. His fingers danced passionately across the keys as he knew he didn’t need the sheet music, for the song had lived in his heart for ages until now when it was finally able to come to life by the piano’s notes. The music conveyed a sense of loneliness and beauty, of loss and hope. His mother, as fleeting of a memory as she may have been, was woven gracefully into the tune as he thought of her and the stories his father told of her. Looking upon the paintings and remembering the moments through Annaliese’s point of view, Kasimir played on as he felt his mother’s presence there with him.
The song echoing endlessly down the hall for any and all to hear passing by…
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Open to anyone. Tag Lahariel if you respond.
Maybe @juliendeveraux might be interested?
Maybe @arieldelacroix or @annaliesedelacroix instead?
Kasimir may have just been a boy of twelve, but he had the artistic soul of a man beyond his years. Dipping the quill into the ink, he scratched a few additional notes as he thought of how the other instruments would eventually come together. For now he was writing the piece for the piano as Finneas instructed. His mind rewound the notes over and over as he played them upon the piano with his right hand and wrote with his left, the sheet music tilted against the fallboard.
As he was about to put the quill back in the inkwell, a few droplets got away from the tip and hit the beautiful polished wood of the giant concert grand piano. Panic clutched his heart as he tried wiping it away quickly with his fingers but found it only smudging things about worse. Eventually he grabbed part of his tunic and spat against the fabric before wiping frantically. The last thing he wanted to be known for was the Delacroix boy who inked a majestic piece of musical equipment!
After a great deal of frantic scrubbing he got it as clean as he could. Residue still slightly marred the majestic beauty of the finely crafted instrument. Secretly he could only pray that no one would notice a slight blemish on the magnificent wonder. For now he put the ink away and dried the parchment of his sheet music. A small smile crossing his mouth as he felt satisfied with what he had accomplished that day. Kasimir had already been working on this piece long before coming to Vanderhall, but now that he had several engagements with Finneas Baneheimer he felt that the song was ready to come alive, and this was as close to completed as he ever accomplished.
Going back to the piano he set the sheet music down and took a deep breath. Wanting to test the piece in private he would eventually show perform it to his master (at least that’s what he liked to think of Finneas as). Softly his fingertips brushed the keys as he began the first notes of the melody in repetition before moving into the melody of the song. The tune was soft and sensual, a piece that brought him calm as he played the notes out in the grand music room. It echoed and swirled around the walls and out the door, down the halls. His rhythm and pace ebbed and flowed with gentle dedication as he closed his eyes for a time and continued the piece.
Kasimir imagined flutes supporting the tune along, and then a swirl of violins lifting the song to a higher level. His fingers danced passionately across the keys as he knew he didn’t need the sheet music, for the song had lived in his heart for ages until now when it was finally able to come to life by the piano’s notes. The music conveyed a sense of loneliness and beauty, of loss and hope. His mother, as fleeting of a memory as she may have been, was woven gracefully into the tune as he thought of her and the stories his father told of her. Looking upon the paintings and remembering the moments through Annaliese’s point of view, Kasimir played on as he felt his mother’s presence there with him.
The song echoing endlessly down the hall for any and all to hear passing by…
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Open to anyone. Tag Lahariel if you respond.
Maybe @arieldelacroix or @annaliesedelacroix instead?