Jan 16, 2015
@theangeloftheopera
[The rehearsals for Don Sanche have just ended, but another strand of music has caught the young Franz's attention. A theme from the opera he wrote emanates from beneath the floorboards--more eerie, though, and more profound. He stops for a moment to listen. Are there even any instruments down there? And why does nobody else seem to notice? Trembling, half-fearful, half-excited, Franz ducks away from the musicians packing away their instruments, and hurries into an empty corridor. The sound seems to follow him as he takes his long strides.]
H-hello? Who's there? You…you play very nicely…