Cheer Up Drabble Challenge
Things that have helped me along today and yesterday:
Vols. 4-7 of Blade of the ImmortalKain's helm. Oh god, once you've had Keramiplast you'll NEVER go back ( Read more... )
Vols. 4-7 of Blade of the ImmortalKain's helm. Oh god, once you've had Keramiplast you'll NEVER go back ( Read more... )
It is rare to have a German opera in Paris, these days, and any other day long past. A man once compared German music to a prude, and such things have no place in this teal-gold world of sound and streetcorners. These things go on too long, the changes too disguised, the music too bombastic and not illustrated enough.
There is an advantage to this, for Albert. Most of the audience is gone after the first act. He pitches the idea of improving his seating to Eugenie with a grin that lights up just as the chandeliers dim. Her smile reflects his, and they make for the nearest abandoned private box.
It's not without a kind of wistfulness. Albert remembers when he took these things for granted, the muffling carpet, the askance glances of the ushers. At this point, their jackets are probably more expensive than Albert's, and Eugenie's dresses don't shimmer the way that they used to. But so much the better, when the spotlight meant for the conductor passes before their eyes on its way down, and the glare from that is reproachful enough to send any hand scuttling away from the cookie jar. But they sit, in shorn-plush seats still warm from before the first intermission, and they listen to sounds more sumptuous than even that.
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