[ even the simple act of taking the piano is a grand show for amadeus, tossing his arm up and throwing his coat out with a flourish in the process. ]

Patience, my Bonded. [ apparently radical in that, too. he's having far too much fun, perhaps dangerously so... but if the suppressed people of dorchacht can find some sense of liberation in their display, maybe law enforcement will simply chalk up his antics and his words to mere theatrics.

following that, amadeus sits the piano on the ground — directly across his own so they faced each other. from his coat, he produces his baton and takes a step back. ] Daring art can have beginnings in the most modest of places. Don't forget this. [ from the seriousness of his tone it's clear he's not quite acting. what's more — he's not speaking to salieri. ]

You simply need a little ... spark.

[ and with that, a twirl of his baton activates the runes etched atop the small piano. they glow, sparkling colors surrounding the instrument in magic as it suddenly and brilliantly — explodes in size with a growing spell.

what one was a petite model of a keyboard expands into a full-sized, standing piano before their very eyes. amadeus has even given it a deep red lacquer job to contrast with his own's amber hue. ]

I suspect we'll be able to give them a show now, ey, Kapellmeister?