Post by Maestro on Feb 14, 2008 2:41:30 GMT -5
Another Valentine’s Day, another year alone. Iseabail was used to it by now, being alone. Looking out the window, she saw several couples, wandering hand-in-hand, laughing, through the streets. Their happy cries only served to dampen her spirits further; she was a social creature, by nature of being a Scot and an actress, but she seemed to be alone more often that she was in the company of friends. True, she was rehearsing a lot, but outside of rehearsals, few people came looking for her.
It had been a long time since there had been any romance in her life, other than what she experienced on the stage. Iseabail loved Julien dearly, but it wasn’t that kind of love. He was her dearest friend; she had never wanted him to be anything more than that. Seeing him with October, well, it just made her rather lonely.
Making her way over to her piano, Iseabail sat down, just looking at the keys. She hadn’t intended to spend her day in her room, staring at her keyboard; she had made plans to go ‘out on the town’ with some friends, but they had backed out.
With a sigh, the Scot placed a hand on the piano, playing the first few measures of the Moonlight Sonata. Glancing up at the music, Iseabail began to play, letting her emotions seep through into the music. She wasn’t a bad pianist, by any means, but she’d never play Carnegie Hall, either. It was astounding, though, how much her playing improved at times like this. The irony didn’t register with the Scot; she just kept playing, pouring herself into that keyboard.
Iseabail hadn’t closed the door to her room completely when she had come in; the music wafted through the slightly ajar panel of wood into the hall, coating the corridor with Beethoven’s notes. The Scot didn’t notice the breeze, didn’t notice that her sound was traveling farther than usual; she just kept playing. Until she was interrupted or she stopped playing, Iseabail would remain oblivious to the world around her.
((This can either be a solo or an open thread. Feel free to join, if you've got a valid excuse to be in the Opera House. ^_^))
It had been a long time since there had been any romance in her life, other than what she experienced on the stage. Iseabail loved Julien dearly, but it wasn’t that kind of love. He was her dearest friend; she had never wanted him to be anything more than that. Seeing him with October, well, it just made her rather lonely.
Making her way over to her piano, Iseabail sat down, just looking at the keys. She hadn’t intended to spend her day in her room, staring at her keyboard; she had made plans to go ‘out on the town’ with some friends, but they had backed out.
With a sigh, the Scot placed a hand on the piano, playing the first few measures of the Moonlight Sonata. Glancing up at the music, Iseabail began to play, letting her emotions seep through into the music. She wasn’t a bad pianist, by any means, but she’d never play Carnegie Hall, either. It was astounding, though, how much her playing improved at times like this. The irony didn’t register with the Scot; she just kept playing, pouring herself into that keyboard.
Iseabail hadn’t closed the door to her room completely when she had come in; the music wafted through the slightly ajar panel of wood into the hall, coating the corridor with Beethoven’s notes. The Scot didn’t notice the breeze, didn’t notice that her sound was traveling farther than usual; she just kept playing. Until she was interrupted or she stopped playing, Iseabail would remain oblivious to the world around her.
((This can either be a solo or an open thread. Feel free to join, if you've got a valid excuse to be in the Opera House. ^_^))