Post by jez on May 17, 2008 22:30:54 GMT -5
The black polished wood and the white ivory keys; it was truly a magnificent instrument. Not as magnificent as her piano at home but the opera house did have a more splendid one then some of her acquaintances in Nice had. How she had missed playing the piano. It had seemed that all the teaching spots for the piano had been filled when she had come here, so Jezabelle had relayed on her violin and books to pay for her rent and comforts. Now with free room, an allowances and a small salary for tutoring she can concentrate more on her other art forms.
At the moment her fingers where ache to press and pound the keys of her favorite percussion instrument. Carefully sitting down on the wooden bench she glanced around making sure there was no one around to disturb. It was about the time of night where most people were either in the dormitories or went home, so maybe if she played soft enough or a lovely melody no body would mind too much. Jezabelle just knew that she had to play at least one song. Just one and she stop dropping hints to her students to ask how to play the piano, or to ask Madame Giry if she could play it during rehearsals. She could play the piano better then she could dance anyways.
Biting her bottom lip she smiled and her eyes danced with a subdued glee. “What shall I play….Ah!” Striking the first note Jezabelle’s nimble and skilled fingers glided over the keys with as much ease as a prima ballerina playing her favorite role. The song was a beautiful and enchanting, not a dark or mysterious enchanting, but like the enchantment when you see the first blossom of summer or receiving you first kiss. It was so soft and sweet that there was hardly an echo sounding off. The masterful player smiled triumphantly to herself. Not a bit rusty.
At the moment her fingers where ache to press and pound the keys of her favorite percussion instrument. Carefully sitting down on the wooden bench she glanced around making sure there was no one around to disturb. It was about the time of night where most people were either in the dormitories or went home, so maybe if she played soft enough or a lovely melody no body would mind too much. Jezabelle just knew that she had to play at least one song. Just one and she stop dropping hints to her students to ask how to play the piano, or to ask Madame Giry if she could play it during rehearsals. She could play the piano better then she could dance anyways.
Biting her bottom lip she smiled and her eyes danced with a subdued glee. “What shall I play….Ah!” Striking the first note Jezabelle’s nimble and skilled fingers glided over the keys with as much ease as a prima ballerina playing her favorite role. The song was a beautiful and enchanting, not a dark or mysterious enchanting, but like the enchantment when you see the first blossom of summer or receiving you first kiss. It was so soft and sweet that there was hardly an echo sounding off. The masterful player smiled triumphantly to herself. Not a bit rusty.