[ by the middle section, all inhibitions are thrown to the wind. led by the music, the previously cagey responses to the piece gives way to open, helpless enjoyment, seen in the wide-eyed — sometimes open-mouthed — visages of the audience. there's magic, after all, not only in the phrases they weave, but in the glances they share, the energy exploding from their racing hearts and dancing fingertips. amadeus makes it a point to imbue the enchantments into the notes themselves, making it impossible to tell whether it's truly the spell or the brilliance of the music itself that bewitches their listeners.
it's natural magic, a kind he's practiced all his life, bestowed on him by the gods, delivered by the muses for the humble purpose of uplifting humanity.
and they could be accomplishing no less than that on this stage. hearts captured, all members of the audience are completely stolen through the quieter sections, through the gently building sections that follow and all through the journey to the finale. this piece, performed on this stage, is not merely a suggestion, but a message, an example.
and after this, not a single one will never forget how the spirit of life,
or of love manifests ever again.
they'll remember this golden spark of freedom long after they've returned home under grey skies, as a crack in the suffocating atmosphere in dorchacht.
as they come to the end, the two pianos exchange their last phrases. they speak to each other in hopeful goodbyes, as though promising to return to each other again before the last keys are struck.
in the final seconds, amadeus lifts his baton and bolts to his feet, standing with a purpose as the strings burst to life and fill the auction hall with blooming fanfare. everything is brought together at once, before it finally — ends.
silence. his chest heaves. and before long — the sound of scattered, hesitant applause rolls in.
clearly taking it as some kind of victory, amadeus jumps from his seat and bounds towards center stage. some members of the resistance, settled inconspicuously behind everyone else, lead others in raising the volume of their cheers as amadeus swiftly and steeply bows with a flourish of his coat.
to that, amadeus rushes across the stage then, swiftly taking his bonded by the wrist and dragging him closer to the front where he presents him to the audience – who so enjoyed his contribution to the piece. for it could not have been done without him. the resistance members want to be certain salieri, particularly, receives his due, and clap especially hard and loud when amadeus pulls both their arms down in a second bow.
meanwhile, the maestro is gleaming. wide and flushed and proud, sweat beading his forehead and neck. the blue-green spark of his eyes scan the disquieted audience before finally resting on salieri.
suddenly, (he can't help it) as though possessed by the music itself, amadeus makes one final use out of that captured arm as he pulls the chimera closer, and — abruptly — kisses him. there is an unmistakable gasp from the audience this time, causing amadeus to giggle helplessly. oops. at least he makes it brief. ] ... Now let's make ourselves scarce before the authorities arrest for excessive enthusiasm, Kapellmeister. [ hushed, full of breath and brimming, brimming with magic. ]
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it's natural magic, a kind he's practiced all his life, bestowed on him by the gods, delivered by the muses for the humble purpose of uplifting humanity.
and they could be accomplishing no less than that on this stage. hearts captured, all members of the audience are completely stolen through the quieter sections, through the gently building sections that follow and all through the journey to the finale. this piece, performed on this stage, is not merely a suggestion, but a message, an example.
and after this, not a single one will never forget how the spirit of life,
or of love manifests ever again.
they'll remember this golden spark of freedom long after they've returned home under grey skies, as a crack in the suffocating atmosphere in dorchacht.
as they come to the end, the two pianos exchange their last phrases. they speak to each other in hopeful goodbyes, as though promising to return to each other again before the last keys are struck.
in the final seconds, amadeus lifts his baton and bolts to his feet, standing with a purpose as the strings burst to life and fill the auction hall with blooming fanfare. everything is brought together at once, before it finally — ends.
silence. his chest heaves. and before long — the sound of scattered, hesitant applause rolls in.
clearly taking it as some kind of victory, amadeus jumps from his seat and bounds towards center stage. some members of the resistance, settled inconspicuously behind everyone else, lead others in raising the volume of their cheers as amadeus swiftly and steeply bows with a flourish of his coat.
to that, amadeus rushes across the stage then, swiftly taking his bonded by the wrist and dragging him closer to the front where he presents him to the audience – who so enjoyed his contribution to the piece. for it could not have been done without him. the resistance members want to be certain salieri, particularly, receives his due, and clap especially hard and loud when amadeus pulls both their arms down in a second bow.
meanwhile, the maestro is gleaming. wide and flushed and proud, sweat beading his forehead and neck. the blue-green spark of his eyes scan the disquieted audience before finally resting on salieri.
suddenly, (he can't help it) as though possessed by the music itself, amadeus makes one final use out of that captured arm as he pulls the chimera closer, and — abruptly — kisses him. there is an unmistakable gasp from the audience this time, causing amadeus to giggle helplessly. oops. at least he makes it brief. ] ... Now let's make ourselves scarce before the authorities arrest for excessive enthusiasm, Kapellmeister. [ hushed, full of breath and brimming, brimming with magic. ]