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[notapreacher]

You told me all art was imitation or representation, and that you liked words best.

Has something changed your mind to make you seek out painters and musicians and poets?

[discanted]

Ah, but then I wanted something, and now I want something else.

[notapreacher]

What are you looking for this time, Marius? Something specific?

[discanted]

I look for nothing in particular, so that I may be surprised when I find something.

[amadeodivenezia]

I have seen you dance. You do not dance because you cannot but because you will not.

[discanted]

You have also seen me read the writings of Savonarola, Amadeo.

[amadeodivenezia]

Lies ill become either of us. You read Savonarola for the same reason you read anything, but you cannot tell me that when you danced in Venice it was only to learn and not for the pleasure that could be gained from it.

1/2 sulking, what >>

[discanted]

Well, I could tell you that, and you'd believe me. Wouldn't you?

[vampbratprince]

There are plenty and then some of such artists, Marius.

[discanted]

Yes, I seem to be finding them one by one.

Now, tell me, Lestat, how does one plead with you? Armand keeps his silence.

[vampbratprince]

And what is it you would ask of me? That is, what I assume, you wish to do?

[discanted]

But if I tell you, then you will measure the substance of your reward by the weight of my request.

I want a formula, Lestat.

[breakhisvow]

You don't find the dancing entertaining? It seems to be a rare event here.

[discanted]

I would tell you what I find entertaining: that you should take your here master and plant him before a book or ten.

[breakhisvow]

Any why would that be entertaining?

[discanted]

Because the alternative is not, and you enjoy his hours of misery.

1/2 oh man he HAD to say it

[princess_crow]

Dancers?!

[princess_crow]

That isn't real dance. Mn, since you know little about dance, I'm forgiving that remark.

One doesn't become a real dancer because a curse make them compelled to dance in their contest. Hmpf. It takes years of practice and natural talent.

There is a very lacking artist population in this fighting-obsessed place. We, the corps de ballet of Opera Abandoned, used to have a great Opera maestro in our midst. He's months gone and mourned.

My brother is supposed to be a writer, but he's always reluctant to take his quill and begin a tale and I also good with music, song composition and singing. But my true love is ballet and my Prince.

[discanted]

Ah, but I did not say a "professional dancer," did I? I ask the lady's forgivance. There's nothing here but interest, and I would see the ballet also. Perhaps I shall learn there.

[princess_crow]

You are already forgiven because you actually seem to have a sharp artistic eye and interest.

There is a lack of love for every form of art in the City. Nobody inquires after that, either. It's such a waste. My town's greatest Academy was about art: painters, actors, writers, dancers, singers, musicians. We were given that education and there is nothing like that in this place.