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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 6:04 pm
 The theater loomed above Juliette in a magnificent display. The femme felt her heart flutter, her wings twitching in response, at the sight of it. The purpose of her outing was now long forgotten as she moved toward the entrance. She paid no mind to the "Closed for private usage" and headed right in.
Easily overlooked, Juliette silently made her way through halls of the building as she inspected all the posters and pictures of previous performances. Had she known such a place existed before, she would have been to a lot more shows. Juliette had been so caught up in the moment she almost did not notice the sound of a piano being played.
When her ears finally did pick up the music, Juliette followed it without a thought. The door that stood between her and the source caused her to pause. She did not want to interrupt whoever was playing the beautiful melody, but her curiosity wanted to know who (or what) the source was. Just a peek, Juliette decided with a curt nod. She slowly pushed the door open and peered in.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 5:38 pm
 If it were not for a crystal chandelier catching the lights cast off from the stage, the back of the orchestra seating area may have been too dark to navigate. As it was, one entering the room through the house entrance would likely be able to walk about safely if given a few moments for his or her eyes to adjust. The auditorium itself was rather spacious, with balcony seats almost seeming to float overhead, beneath unfinished murals. The grandiose architecture was reminiscent of the old cinema theaters of the early twentieth century, with a stage large enough for theatrical performances replacing the silver screen. Rows of ornate, plushly cushioned seats sprawled out over a dark, art deco-patterned carpet, reaching for the raised platform. The curtains were drawn to the sides, leaving absolutely no obstruction for a theoretical audience's view of the piano that was situated at the center of the stage. Sure enough, a pink fox was seated there, helping the piano to sing an elegant, yet playful melody with obvious roots in the work of Mozart. But while it shared some elements with Mozart's works, the music didn't quite match with anything that composer actually wrote.
No, this piece was one of Montague's own. It was an homage to the classical composer, to be sure, but it was played with the sort of proud smile that he always wore when playing something he'd written himself. "Wait for me before you start practicing," his teacher had said just hours ago. But he couldn't help himself! His fingers longed for the ivory keys, and the pedals called to his paws. This moment, this private moment with just him and his music, brought something out in Montague that no one had really seen before... that he knew of, anyway. He was truly relaxed, and almost swayed with each lighthearted note. As the music swelled in a joyous crescendo he leaned back, as if to give it room to grow. And as it grew quiet again, his fingers began to strike the keys softly, gently...
So deeply was he taken with the piano that Montague failed to notice the door opening across the auditorium. He simply continued to play, not so much as glancing around. In fact, it seemed that his eyes were closed most of the time...
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 3:15 pm
Juliette entered the auditorium with her nerves in a twist. She had no idea who would be on the other side of the door and if they would be angry with her. However, she found that her entrance was not so loud as to disturb the fox at the piano.
The masked femme watched as the pianest swayed with his music. Juliette smiled and slowly made her way to a seat, not noticing she'd be in the front row, and continued to watch and listen. The music sounded familiar yet different then any she could name off the top of her head. She decided, then, that it was a song she had not heard of yet.
When Juliette thought the male had finished, she couldn't help but clap her paws. The music had been just so beautiful and it had been played so well. Juliette normally would have stayed quiet and hoped not to intrude, but her body moved on its own. Her cheeks blazed red right below her mask when she realized she was giving herself away.[[You can have her intrupt him, having only thought he was done, if you want.]]
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 11:43 pm
[[ Alrighty. I made it so he was about to start another song, but he was done with that one. owo
And sorry if the responses are a bit rough at first. It seems I've gotten a little rusty. >w<; ]]
Montague was leaning back and about to shift pages when he heard the sound of applause... Well, one person clapping. He looked over calmly, only doing a double-take when he realized that this person was not who he expected it to be. She was a blue femme, with violet, feathery wings. Most certainly not Cohen... or anyone he'd ever seen before, really. Though, she did have a mask like so many of his family members.
Quite a few things went through the pink fox's mind as he sat there, his face quite neutral despite the utter surprise sending his thoughts into a whirl. Should he ask her to leave, or how she got in? Should he ask her if Cohen sent her? Or should he... take a bow, or something? That seemed the most logical course of action. After those scant few moments of deliberation, he hopped down from the bench and approached the edge of the stage. The slightest of smiles came across his face as he bowed gently, his beads quietly rustling as he dipped his maw and bent his forelegs. He'd decided to try and be polite to this stranger if he could, despite being a bit embarrassed by her unexpected intrusion.
"Thank you kindly, Miss. I'm glad you enjoyed my song. But if you don't mind my asking... how long have you been here?" He straightened up and then sat down on his haunches, his long tail hanging off of the front of the stage, tickled by a bit of velvet cloth draped decoratively along the platform's front.
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Posted: Thu Aug 04, 2011 11:58 pm
Juliette's mind had gone blank. Her jumble of emotions, such as embarresment and fear of intruding, keept her from being able to think. Thankfully the male on the stage was almost equally frozen for a bit, allowing Juliette a moment of shock. His movement finally brought Juliette back to her senses.
He did not seem angry and that was a relief. Juliette noticed that he was, in fact, smiling a bit as he bowed to the applause. When he spoke, her blush moved further across her face.
"I'm terribly sorry to intrude," Juliette started her ears drooping a bit. Her next sentence refused to leave her mouth as a lump had formed in her throat. She swallowed hard, attempting to remove it, before looking up to meet the eyes of the other fox. "I think I was here... maybe just a few minutes."
Her eyes roamed around again, unsure if she should say something else, when her mouth decided to make amends for its earlier disobediance. "My name's Juliette and it was really lovely, what you were playing. I don't think I've ever heard it before." The words had come jumbling out, almost incoherent in their haste. Juliette even bit her tounge when she forced her jaws closed.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 4:24 am
Montague sat silent and still as he listened to her explanation, nodding as she told him that she hadn't been there long. Thinking on it now, he wasn't quite sure why he'd asked the question in the first place. After all, whether she'd been there for the whole performance or the last three notes, she was still there. And it wasn't as if he didn't expect to be interrupted at some point by his teacher... No, it really didn't matter at all, unless one were to take the unauthorized aspect of her visit into consideration. And for that she had apologized already! One of his ears twitched as he realized that he'd chosen his question quite poorly. Ah well.
Watching her carefully now, he noticed that her eyes wandering around the room... He was thinking about speaking when she blurted out another sentence, which he had to take a moment to sort out. Managing to pick out her name and a compliment, Montague shifted forward a bit, as if in anticipation. His smile grew on its own volition, and his tail flicked in satisfaction, sending a ripple down the fabric on which it rested. Mind racing with potential questions once more, albeit less frantic in nature and more excited, he shifted his front paws in almost a kneading fashion. He was never this... twitchy in front of larger audiences. All acting aside, if there was anything that his musical performances were known for, it was the overflow of formality. But one-on-one conversation was a different stage entirely; one he never truly felt comfortable in.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said slowly, brifely glancing back toward the piano. "You are actually the first to hear it other than myself... I was greatly inspired by Mozart during composition. Er, it's untitled for now..." Almost as an afterthought, he quickly added, "I'm Montague. Pleased to meet you, madame." He ducked his head respectfully in a somewhat flowing motion as he introduced himself, green eyes flickering to hers, and then just over her shoulder.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 9:44 pm
Juliette had not noticed any sort of reaction from the male on stage, but then again she had her eyes trained on the floor below him. As much as she often tried to hide it, Juliette could not stay confident for long. It was too much in her nature to lower her gaze to anyone with more authority. Right now she even wanted to run from the room and hide in the lavatory. Her legs would not move for her desire to know more about the song and the fox that had played it was stronger than her embarressment.
Thankfully the other's words were not unkind. With anew confidence, Juliette slowly lifted her head again. Her wings fluttered ever so slighly as she looked at Montague. His smile made it easier for Juliette to talk. "Ah, I'm sorry if you had wanted to keep it unheard." She looked very apologetic as she smiled shyly. "I could not help but follow my ears into this auditorium."
Juliette nodded slowly as she thought about his earlier statement. "Wait, you wrote that?" Her eyes widened in surprise. While the piece had not been familiar, she had not expected it to be an original piece. "I-I'm sure Mozart would be proud to have... inspired such a piece." Her smile grew stronger as she continued to talk about the music. "I'm sure the name will come to you eventually."
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Posted: Fri Aug 12, 2011 10:26 pm
So, she was drawn to the music from outside? That was excellent news, Montague concluded. It meant that he had composed something that appealed to someone other than himself and his teacher... and his family, of course, but they always had nice things to say. If she'd been repelled by it, then it certainly wouldn't have been something to show the public. As it was, he was starting to feel confident in the piece's ability to move an audience, and considered adding it to a future concert program.
Upon hearing another apology, Montague tried his best to sound reassuring, his usually flat, monotonous voice softening just a little. "No, I'm actually sort of glad you came in and enjoyed it so much... It's nice to get input from an outsider while I'm still working. And... Music is meant to be heard. There's no reason to feel sorry for listening, Miss," he said slowly, his eyes drifting over to her wings momentarily as he spoke. After wondering briefly what flying was like and how much it could add to a stage performance, he snapped back to the conversation. "Yes, I did... I'm a composer, among other things. I've been working on this one for a couple of weeks. I'm trying to be careful with it... Not rush it..."
At this point, he likely would have shown the sheet music to someone closer to him. It wasn't a particular lack of trust, but rather a sort of embarrassment over his own fanaticism that kept him from giving into the urge to present the composition to Juliette. After all, his sister often accused him of rattling on and on about the subject... Though, that could have just been the bitterness showing through; it was hard to separate constructive criticism from envious insults with her. So instead, Montague simply smiled and nodded, blurting out, "I have a few names in mind, though I am open to suggestions. I always preferred the more emotionally charged, creative titles over those traditionally used around Mozart's time and before.... I mean, a string of numbers and descriptors doesn't give a song justice sometimes."
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 12:59 am
Juliette felt herself calm as common ground was found. "Thank you, then, for allowing me to hear it, even though it was not on purpose." As she inclined her head in a sign of gratitude, her smile faded, though her eyes still retained it. Now she was lit with a bit of enthusiasm and she let it run unchecked, glad to feel less restricted in her speech. "With such things as art, one should not rush. It is good to take your time and make sure it comes out the way you imagined it," she said while nodding her head.
Her laugh was light, if not a bit forced, as she replied to his next statement. "Yes, such titles as those of the past can often cause confusion… But I still think it is better if the composer names his piece; No matter what he decides." Juliette's eyes once more dropped to the ground but she did her best not to let them rest there. She was getting embarressed again, feeling nervous at what Montague had merely mentioned.
"Did you happen to have a source of inspiration to write that piece?" Juliette questioned. "Perhaps it can be used as a means of titling the song." Juliette was obviously tiptoeing around the issue. The very idea of suggesting a name for someone else’s work frightened her. What if she suggested something he did not like? It would be embarrassing for him to tear it down.
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:17 am
Tongue in cheek, Montague gave her question some serious thought. What had coaxed this piece into his mind's ear? What was behind the flutter that possessed his heart as he struck the ivory for every note? Surely, this went beyond a simple admiration for Mozart. It was... personal.His green eyes lost focus as he stared out at the empty seats, as if the answer were floating out there for him. The only sign that his mind was even lingering in part within the chamber with Juliette was the slow, rhythmic tapping of a claw against the stage.
After a few silent seconds, Montague's gaze wandered back to Juliette, and his thoughtful expression flashed briefly to a grateful smile. "Dancing.... Dancing," he said slowly, sharing the broader strokes of his realization with the winged stranger. "Dancing in the springtime... That was my inspiration. Perhaps I can work with that." Her skirting of his question had gone unnoticed, due mostly to the fact that he was satisfied with her useful advice. As such, he saw it fit to thank her yet again.
"I appreciate your help and your ear, Juliette."
[[ Edited out a major derpage. |D;; *flails* ]]
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Posted: Sat Mar 03, 2012 11:54 pm
It was a calm silence while Montague thought. Juliette was not sure if she had said the right thing or not, but decided it would not do to fret earlier than she had to. Instead she took the time to appreciate the auditorium in its grandeur. It was certainly a magnificent place and she could not wait but to be an audience member to a performance. One that she paid to see and hear, that is.
Hearing Montague speak, Juliette turned back to him and listened intently. His words made her smile as she imagined flowers freshly blooming. Yes, she could almost see what had inspired him with help from the echoes of his song. "Beautiful," Juliette sighed wistfully.
She shook herself free of her thoughts before shaking her head slowly. "It was nothing, but I'm glad I was of service. A way to repay you for the unintentional sneak-peek at your piece, perhaps?" Juliette laughed lightly at herself. "Your song expresses your inspiration well, by the way. I'm sure its name will come to you soon."
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