STABBED THROUGH THE HEART

[nikkernoodle]

[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.]

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[violentenvies]

[that has him chuckling a bit, moving to stick the note to the music stand on the piano right next to his music, so he can see it]

Ridiculous. [that is far fonder than he really should allow, but...ah, well. He'll get back to composing, then.]