First Dream
Dream Effects: Mild irritation, and confusion at the end.
Notes: Um...mostly serious, but crack at the end.
When the dream fades in, Salieri is listening to two men, Steward Rosenberg and librettist Stephanie, argue. Rosenberg keeps asking Stephanie to show them into the rehearsal, asking if Mozart is there, while Stephanie stalls nervously.
Finally, Rosenberg pushes inside, and immediately does an about-face as he sees rehearsal in a complete disarray, with one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart chasing a young lady around the stage. Rosenberg, naturally, is outraged, telling Salieri to shield his eyes. Salieri himself is a bit surprised, though you'd never know it by looking at him. Instead, he pushes forward, asking Stephanie which one is Mozart.
Stephanie is once again agitated, unable to give Salieri a reply, attempting to offer some sort of excuse but never finishing any of the ones he begins. Instead, he chooses to chase after Mozart, attempting to get his attention. He completely fails in this endeavor. The lead soprano, Catarina Cavalieri, has a bit more luck than Stephanie, managing to grab Mozart's attention long enough to tell him that they (the musicians) are ready, and they are waiting on him. Mozart simply replies that this time, she will wait for him, before planting a kiss right on her lips, to the surprise of everyone. Mozart hops down off the stage, still pursued by Stephanie.
Rosenberg, obviously getting quite impatient, demands that they be introduced. However, when Mozart still refuses to yield, and Stephanie still cannot capture his attention, Salieri steps forward.
"Mozart."
At Salieri's word, the room goes silent. Mozart looks like he's either just noticed them, or surprised that Salieri has the gal to speak up. Whichever it is, it doesn't matter. As far as Salieri's concerned, this inexperienced composer has a lot to learn about how to treat others if he wants to be successful. Best to destroy any disillusions now.
"Steward Rosenberg and I are here at the Emperor's request in order to judge your work." Salieri arches an eyebrow upward. "From what I'm seeing, I think he will be concerned about the result." A perfectly logical statement, as far as Salieri's concerned. The young man seems to be getting nothing done, far more eager to chase young ladies around the stage than be a dedicated musician. Rosenberg agrees with him.
"Yes, thank you!"
Mozart, however, seems quite affronted. He descends from the elevated chair he was about to conduct from before Salieri interrupted, gaze unabashed and trained on Salieri as he makes a beeline for him.
"How can you judge the work without hearing the first note?"
Before Salieri can reply, however, Rosenberg interrupts.
"Oh, oh, the notes! Too many notes!"
Mozart's attention is now diverted from Salieri, and he leaves him to approach Rosenberg, as the Steward continues. "It seems to me that your music is stuffed with unplayable, insurmountable difficulties! Huh? Huh?"
"Too many notes?" The blond composer's question is incredulous.
"That's what I said, yes." Rosenberg confirms, fingers drumming on the top of his tall cane.
"And who has been saying these things, sir, if it is not your own prejudgment?!" Mozart is clearly upset; the outburst makes Rosenberg look at him in surprise. Salieri rolls his eyes heavenward and turns away. As if the young composer hadn't delivered enough insults to the Emperor's Steward today, he has just delivered another one, as he steps past Rosenberg and over to Stephanie. "This is an outrage, and I will have no more of it!"
The Steward seems to have had quite enough. He turns away, moving to exit. "So, until we meet again." He arches an eyebrow at Salieri as he walks past him, as if assuming he'll follow. "Salieri?"
Stephanie frantically tries to repair the damage that has been done. "If you'll just let me explain...!"
However, Mozart doesn't seem to want to give the librettist any reprieve. To add insult to injury, he stalks after Rosenberg, doing an exaggerated imitation of his walk. He stops as soon as Rosenberg turns around to catch him in it. The Steward calls for Salieri to follow again: "Salieri, are you coming?" before he walks out of the rehearsal.
Salieri, however, lingers, watching as Mozart laughs and blows a kiss to the young lady from before, and Stephanie, defeated, wheels away the tall conductor's chair. In Salieri's opinion, the young composer is far too pleased with himself. If he has any chance at all of surviving Vienna and the court, he needed to be taken down a peg, and very quickly. Rosenberg could easily choose to tell the Emperor that Mozart's production was a failure and deserved to be discontinued. Though the young man clearly had something akin to rocks in his head, he did have some talent, and didn't deserve to be shut down so quickly. Perhaps he just needed a reminder of how such things worked.
Salieri ambled forward from his spot against the wall, clapping slowly, laughing quietly. It caught Mozart's attention quickly, as he suspected.
"Bravo, my young friend." Salieri's quiet words are nearly dripping with deadpan sarcasm. "Bravo. Your little scene was very successful." He arches an eyebrow at the blond, spreading his hands, his words becoming much sharper. "Let us hope that your music is worthy of your pretension." Barbs loosed, Salieri turns, and moves to leave. However, Mozart stops him.
"Wait! Salieri!"
Salieri pauses, turning back as Mozart follows him.
"You're a musician." He presents his music to Salieri with a flamboyant bow. "Please, take this."
Salieri raises an eyebrow, but accepts the music from his hand with a bow. When he begins to straighten, he frowns as he suddenly notices a rather distinctive hair curl sticking out from behind Mozart's back.
"Mozart, what is behind-?" Before Salieri can finish, however, Korea jumps out from behind Mozart with a loud cry.
"Mozart belongs to me!" He crows, finger pointed dramatically at the blond composer, before he literally picks Mozart up, lifts over his head, and runs off with him. Salieri is stunned.
"Stop! I demand you bring Mozart back!" Austria follows close behind, chasing Korea, jacket tails flying as he cartwheels after him.
Abruptly, the dream ends as Salieri sits up straight in bed.
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[muttered] I am never having wine before bed again.
[with that, he's reaching over to turn the Dreamberry off]
Notes: Um...mostly serious, but crack at the end.
When the dream fades in, Salieri is listening to two men, Steward Rosenberg and librettist Stephanie, argue. Rosenberg keeps asking Stephanie to show them into the rehearsal, asking if Mozart is there, while Stephanie stalls nervously.
Finally, Rosenberg pushes inside, and immediately does an about-face as he sees rehearsal in a complete disarray, with one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart chasing a young lady around the stage. Rosenberg, naturally, is outraged, telling Salieri to shield his eyes. Salieri himself is a bit surprised, though you'd never know it by looking at him. Instead, he pushes forward, asking Stephanie which one is Mozart.
Stephanie is once again agitated, unable to give Salieri a reply, attempting to offer some sort of excuse but never finishing any of the ones he begins. Instead, he chooses to chase after Mozart, attempting to get his attention. He completely fails in this endeavor. The lead soprano, Catarina Cavalieri, has a bit more luck than Stephanie, managing to grab Mozart's attention long enough to tell him that they (the musicians) are ready, and they are waiting on him. Mozart simply replies that this time, she will wait for him, before planting a kiss right on her lips, to the surprise of everyone. Mozart hops down off the stage, still pursued by Stephanie.
Rosenberg, obviously getting quite impatient, demands that they be introduced. However, when Mozart still refuses to yield, and Stephanie still cannot capture his attention, Salieri steps forward.
"Mozart."
At Salieri's word, the room goes silent. Mozart looks like he's either just noticed them, or surprised that Salieri has the gal to speak up. Whichever it is, it doesn't matter. As far as Salieri's concerned, this inexperienced composer has a lot to learn about how to treat others if he wants to be successful. Best to destroy any disillusions now.
"Steward Rosenberg and I are here at the Emperor's request in order to judge your work." Salieri arches an eyebrow upward. "From what I'm seeing, I think he will be concerned about the result." A perfectly logical statement, as far as Salieri's concerned. The young man seems to be getting nothing done, far more eager to chase young ladies around the stage than be a dedicated musician. Rosenberg agrees with him.
"Yes, thank you!"
Mozart, however, seems quite affronted. He descends from the elevated chair he was about to conduct from before Salieri interrupted, gaze unabashed and trained on Salieri as he makes a beeline for him.
"How can you judge the work without hearing the first note?"
Before Salieri can reply, however, Rosenberg interrupts.
"Oh, oh, the notes! Too many notes!"
Mozart's attention is now diverted from Salieri, and he leaves him to approach Rosenberg, as the Steward continues. "It seems to me that your music is stuffed with unplayable, insurmountable difficulties! Huh? Huh?"
"Too many notes?" The blond composer's question is incredulous.
"That's what I said, yes." Rosenberg confirms, fingers drumming on the top of his tall cane.
"And who has been saying these things, sir, if it is not your own prejudgment?!" Mozart is clearly upset; the outburst makes Rosenberg look at him in surprise. Salieri rolls his eyes heavenward and turns away. As if the young composer hadn't delivered enough insults to the Emperor's Steward today, he has just delivered another one, as he steps past Rosenberg and over to Stephanie. "This is an outrage, and I will have no more of it!"
The Steward seems to have had quite enough. He turns away, moving to exit. "So, until we meet again." He arches an eyebrow at Salieri as he walks past him, as if assuming he'll follow. "Salieri?"
Stephanie frantically tries to repair the damage that has been done. "If you'll just let me explain...!"
However, Mozart doesn't seem to want to give the librettist any reprieve. To add insult to injury, he stalks after Rosenberg, doing an exaggerated imitation of his walk. He stops as soon as Rosenberg turns around to catch him in it. The Steward calls for Salieri to follow again: "Salieri, are you coming?" before he walks out of the rehearsal.
Salieri, however, lingers, watching as Mozart laughs and blows a kiss to the young lady from before, and Stephanie, defeated, wheels away the tall conductor's chair. In Salieri's opinion, the young composer is far too pleased with himself. If he has any chance at all of surviving Vienna and the court, he needed to be taken down a peg, and very quickly. Rosenberg could easily choose to tell the Emperor that Mozart's production was a failure and deserved to be discontinued. Though the young man clearly had something akin to rocks in his head, he did have some talent, and didn't deserve to be shut down so quickly. Perhaps he just needed a reminder of how such things worked.
Salieri ambled forward from his spot against the wall, clapping slowly, laughing quietly. It caught Mozart's attention quickly, as he suspected.
"Bravo, my young friend." Salieri's quiet words are nearly dripping with deadpan sarcasm. "Bravo. Your little scene was very successful." He arches an eyebrow at the blond, spreading his hands, his words becoming much sharper. "Let us hope that your music is worthy of your pretension." Barbs loosed, Salieri turns, and moves to leave. However, Mozart stops him.
"Wait! Salieri!"
Salieri pauses, turning back as Mozart follows him.
"You're a musician." He presents his music to Salieri with a flamboyant bow. "Please, take this."
Salieri raises an eyebrow, but accepts the music from his hand with a bow. When he begins to straighten, he frowns as he suddenly notices a rather distinctive hair curl sticking out from behind Mozart's back.
"Mozart, what is behind-?" Before Salieri can finish, however, Korea jumps out from behind Mozart with a loud cry.
"Mozart belongs to me!" He crows, finger pointed dramatically at the blond composer, before he literally picks Mozart up, lifts over his head, and runs off with him. Salieri is stunned.
"Stop! I demand you bring Mozart back!" Austria follows close behind, chasing Korea, jacket tails flying as he cartwheels after him.
Abruptly, the dream ends as Salieri sits up straight in bed.
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[muttered] I am never having wine before bed again.
[with that, he's reaching over to turn the Dreamberry off]