muse_playground Prompt: 56. That's how I knew this story would break my heart.
Adira took a deep breath as she looked out on the lit stage. The music started and she knew this was her moment. This was her first performance on Earth and her first performance before a crowd singing what her voice was meant for but in a language foreign to her. The words were memories, more emotions to her hearts than sound. She knew ever inflection as well as she knew her voice.
She stepped out in full Centauri regalia, something she had insisted upon when she had auditioned for this piece. None had denied her for the charm of the gown. The beautiful red dress swirled as she stepped out into the light. Every motion was perfected in the grace unknown to humans but the soul of Centauri beauty. She heard a gasp in the crowd and smiled. The shy smile the Ambassador always brought to her lips when his flattery became too much.
The musical introduction continued as Adira took her place. She heard the cue and sound burst from her to fill the auditorium. Humans had said her voice was that surely of the angels. Tonight would have paled even her best performances. The flawless haunting of her words came quiet, full and from the depths of the emotions that had been the memories of the words.
The words came without breath or break unless the music required it. The natural talent of the Centauri body perfectly designed for the opera. Perhaps that was by choice or nature no one could say which graced the culture first but all were certain that they blended into an awe inspiring combination.
Adira’s thoughts turned to her father, his voice and song. She wished he could have seen this moment, heard her voice in all the richness of adulthood. Her mind brought a greater sadness to the voice already full of a tempest. She could see tears in the eyes of those before her as surely as she could nearly feel them in her own eyes. She bled the music and her pain with it to a cool wind that washed over the crowd leaving none untouched.
The final note came, high, angelic and flawless. The crowd remained stunned. Some wiped tears away, other glanced around. Finally it was her brother who stood in the front row to start the applause. She could see the tears staining his cheeks and the kerchief in his hands. Her voice had always been that of her father able to take the hearts of others, surround them, and enchant them. This was her moment.
The applause came and Adira curtsied with a flourish. The owner of the small opera hall joined her on the stage bringing a rose for her. She smiled head bowed. Gently he turned her toward the crowd and bowed with her. This was the first day of her real life. She might still have the chance to do the one thing she wished beyond all others. She wanted to be the voice her father had trained her to be as a child.
OOC: If the song link is no longer working please post here and I will re-upload the song for you. I thoroughly encourage you to download the song as it is exactly how I envision Adira’s voice. Crossposted to Muse_playground
She stepped out in full Centauri regalia, something she had insisted upon when she had auditioned for this piece. None had denied her for the charm of the gown. The beautiful red dress swirled as she stepped out into the light. Every motion was perfected in the grace unknown to humans but the soul of Centauri beauty. She heard a gasp in the crowd and smiled. The shy smile the Ambassador always brought to her lips when his flattery became too much.
The musical introduction continued as Adira took her place. She heard the cue and sound burst from her to fill the auditorium. Humans had said her voice was that surely of the angels. Tonight would have paled even her best performances. The flawless haunting of her words came quiet, full and from the depths of the emotions that had been the memories of the words.
The words came without breath or break unless the music required it. The natural talent of the Centauri body perfectly designed for the opera. Perhaps that was by choice or nature no one could say which graced the culture first but all were certain that they blended into an awe inspiring combination.
Adira’s thoughts turned to her father, his voice and song. She wished he could have seen this moment, heard her voice in all the richness of adulthood. Her mind brought a greater sadness to the voice already full of a tempest. She could see tears in the eyes of those before her as surely as she could nearly feel them in her own eyes. She bled the music and her pain with it to a cool wind that washed over the crowd leaving none untouched.
The final note came, high, angelic and flawless. The crowd remained stunned. Some wiped tears away, other glanced around. Finally it was her brother who stood in the front row to start the applause. She could see the tears staining his cheeks and the kerchief in his hands. Her voice had always been that of her father able to take the hearts of others, surround them, and enchant them. This was her moment.
The applause came and Adira curtsied with a flourish. The owner of the small opera hall joined her on the stage bringing a rose for her. She smiled head bowed. Gently he turned her toward the crowd and bowed with her. This was the first day of her real life. She might still have the chance to do the one thing she wished beyond all others. She wanted to be the voice her father had trained her to be as a child.
OOC: If the song link is no longer working please post here and I will re-upload the song for you. I thoroughly encourage you to download the song as it is exactly how I envision Adira’s voice. Crossposted to Muse_playground