#constanzemozart

[offical-little-amadeus-mozart]

Next cosplan??

So um Constanze from the Tom Hucle movie Amadeus may or may not be a cosplan for next year might do someing about bob coverage though cause my parents being proctective and living in a christian household 😂😂

[musik-ist--leben]

[Wolfgang comes through the front door with a box in his arms- it's a coffee maker that comes with capsules of Meinl coffee.]

Staaaanzi! Guess what I brought home! I know you're going to love it!

[musik-ist--leben]

[Wolfgang is playing the first movement of a sonata he wrote a while back- in B minor. He wrote it at a confusing time in his life, but he manages to play it as if the confusion had never happened.]

[He plays the allegro movement in a rather playful way, as if to invite all to come join him in the music room at the fortepiano.]

[musik-ist--leben]

//i'm having too much fun with this

[musik-ist--leben]

[Wolfgang rests on the chair in front of his desk, completely exhausted. He's been working on his cello concerto all day, and the party from last night has worn him out.

He's just about ready to fall asleep at this point, thoughts floating aimlessly through his head.]

[musik-ist--leben]

[cello concerto no. 1?] open RP

[Wolfgang gazes at the empty staff paper in front of him, but the melodies inside his head are longing to be played rather than written down. Switching over to the pianoforte, he channels this melody through his fingers, to the keys; a sweet, heartwarming Adagio-it sounds like it would fit in a concerto of some sort.]

Ah- yes!... this is perfect! [he grins, quietly talking to himself.]

Strangely- I can hear a cello clearly in my mind... perhaps that shall be the featured instrument. But why...? I have never written a cello concerto before... is there a reason behind it?

[musik-ist--leben]

//the door to the bedroom slowly opens.//

My dearest little wife! I've returned! And I have the most wonderful news to share with you; you will be so thrilled to hear it, I am sure!

[musik-ist--leben]

Sweet, dusty home || o p e n R P

Home- where was that, exactly? Without a penny left in his pocket, Mozart was left alone in Vienna. Roderich was probably off somewhere, perhaps in tears, and Franziska didn't seem to be nearby either. But as soon as he leaned against the Musikverein to rest himself, something strange occured. A random concertgoer approached Wolfgang curiously, perhaps wondering if the man right in front of him was one of those costumed people trying to sell tickets- it didn't seem that way. The man just so happened to look exactly like Mozart- he backed away, thinking he was seeing things, and walked back without saying a word.

That was strange... The man must have seen me! Normally, regular humans couldn't see Wolfgang, so this was a new experience for him. But he had no time to be standing around, he had to return to the hotel...

But if that mortal had seen him, who was to say others couldn't see him, as well? He had to sneak in carefully, past the guards, until he was finally in his old, dusty room again. A knock on the door caught him by surprise- had he been discovered?