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nikkernoodle) wrote2021-06-29 10:13 pm
nikkernoodle) wrote2021-06-29 10:13 pm
STABBED THROUGH THE HEART
[It's late Thursday night, and the school is far darker than normal. The Band Room is now lit by candle light; far dimmer than electricity, but something that Salieri is fairly used to.
He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]
He's there now, seated at the piano, a candle resting in a dish on the edge of the lid as he works, plunking out chords and tinkering with melody and harmony, making notes on the paper, going back, trying again.]
1/2
[He moves to take Salieri's hand, but stops himself at the last moment. Frozen, for a bit, trying to get his own heart to calm down.]
I'm not good with matters of-- Well, I'm not good with a lot of things.
[He's just not... good.]