The triumphant return ◌ *Dream* ◌ 003
[Her heart is beating in eager anticipation as she takes her place, the heavy chains in her hands rattling. She spares a fleeting glance out into the audience, the golden gilt around the balconies reflecting a soft glow yet the faces of the spectators dark. The sound of the orchestra swells, the lines fall from her lips, then she is singing.
She is performing the most bitter-sweet role of her life: Leonore, of the opera 'Fidelio'.
Her character Leonore, disguised as a prison guard named "Fidelio", will save her husband Florestan from death in a political prison. Every song is a challenge for her voice, stretching it to painful heights, but it is all worth it for this magnificent, climatic part.]
[[ooc: In the way of dreams, time and space is fluid. Would you imagine yourself backstage after the performance? Watching from the audience? Standing on stage with her? (Or just messing with her mind through your replies? ^.^ This is the ship of insanity, after all!)
Too much info: Fidelio, the stage of La Scala, other fascinating insights.]]
She is performing the most bitter-sweet role of her life: Leonore, of the opera 'Fidelio'.
Her character Leonore, disguised as a prison guard named "Fidelio", will save her husband Florestan from death in a political prison. Every song is a challenge for her voice, stretching it to painful heights, but it is all worth it for this magnificent, climatic part.]
[[ooc: In the way of dreams, time and space is fluid. Would you imagine yourself backstage after the performance? Watching from the audience? Standing on stage with her? (Or just messing with her mind through your replies? ^.^ This is the ship of insanity, after all!)
Too much info: Fidelio, the stage of La Scala, other fascinating insights.]]