[They had spoke of this part as well, but Salieri is still caught off guard when Amadeus's raises his baton for a last time.
He doesn't gasp or gape like those in the crowd does, but he finds himself immersed all the same in the luminous warping of light and sound. It's unlike anything he's ever seen... and he can only hope to witness more of Amadeus's charms and enchantments as they pursue this new path together.
Together.
His wings lift slightly as they bristle in anticipation. Just as Amadeus returns to his piano without a glance towards him, so does Salieri rest his fingers upon his keyboard and focuses his attention on what will come next. No, this comes as easy as breathingโ attention, diction. Salieri knows... no one else could play besides Amadeus like this. No one but him.
A true, bare emotion rises within his chest. That is I. Antonio Salieri.
The winds rise slowly as the first pitch of sound opens the proverbial scene to the group. At the first sound of music their audience shifts anxiously, unsure if they'd like to step closer or distance themselves from the sounds.
No matter.
Salieri's fingers come down upon the keys. It's far too easy... far too easy to follow this score. To enjoy this. And he is so enjoying this.]
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He doesn't gasp or gape like those in the crowd does, but he finds himself immersed all the same in the luminous warping of light and sound. It's unlike anything he's ever seen... and he can only hope to witness more of Amadeus's charms and enchantments as they pursue this new path together.
Together.
His wings lift slightly as they bristle in anticipation. Just as Amadeus returns to his piano without a glance towards him, so does Salieri rest his fingers upon his keyboard and focuses his attention on what will come next. No, this comes as easy as breathingโ attention, diction. Salieri knows... no one else could play besides Amadeus like this. No one but him.
A true, bare emotion rises within his chest. That is I. Antonio Salieri.
The winds rise slowly as the first pitch of sound opens the proverbial scene to the group. At the first sound of music their audience shifts anxiously, unsure if they'd like to step closer or distance themselves from the sounds.
No matter.
Salieri's fingers come down upon the keys. It's far too easy... far too easy to follow this score. To enjoy this. And he is so enjoying this.]