Adrian Hexe Grimm
As Félix flipped through her score, Adrian felt a sharp pang of unease as something in her silently said, Don't touch that. She couldn't help the troubled feeling; there were few things in the world as precious to her as her music was and it was simply unnatural for anybody to be touching those sheets. Her sister refrained from doing so out of disinterest, her father out of love, and Jeanne Marie out of what was perhaps a rare show of pride in her youngest daughter. That was what Adrian hoped in any case. Even if she didn't like to think about it often, she desperately did want her mother's approval.
Still, she held back the rebuke that was on her tongue. It's not that valuable, Adrian reasoned to herself. I shouldn't be bothered by such things -it's unseemly. Though she wasn't sure if those last words were her own. It sounded like something Aurélie or their mother would say. Well, no matter.
"Do you happen to know the piece by heart?" Félix asked her. He was still holding her score.
Adrian nodded slowly in response. "I do," she said. Put that down. Please. "And you?"
"I should be fine." And as he put the score back down, the German young lady held back a sigh of relief.
Félix played a few notes on the piano and Adrian was momentarily blindsided by pure longing. It's been a while, she thought to herself with a muted sigh. Too long, really. At that moment, Félix could have asked her to do anything and Adrian might have obeyed unquestioningly, just for the sake of a simple duet.
She made a quiet sound to tell him that she was ready and then Félix began. Near the end of the second meter, Adrian began in a smooth soprano. There were a few mistakes in her tone, all slight, just as there were some errors on the pianist's side. But that was...fine, actually. The perfectionist in her was strangely calm, even though the music they made together wasn't quite perfect. The point was that it was music and for the moment, it wasn't a solo anymore.
Ch'io mi scordi di te?
Che a lui mi doni puoi consigliarmi?
E puoi voler che in vita?
Ah no! Sarebbe il viver mio di morte assai peggior.
Venga la morte, intrepida l'attendo.
Ma, ch'io possa struggermi ad altra face,
ad altr'oggetto donar gl'affetti miei, come tentarlo?
Ah, di dolor morrei!
Non temer, amato bene,
per te sempre il cor sarà.
Più non reggo a tante pene,
l’alma mia mancando va.
Tu sospiri? O duol funesto!
Pensa almen, che istante è questo!
Non mi posso, oh Dio! spiegar.
Stelle barbare, stelle spietate,
perchè mai tanto rigor?
Alme belle, che vedete
le mie pene in tal momento,
dite voi, s’egual tormento
può soffrir un fido cor?
As Félix flipped through her score, Adrian felt a sharp pang of unease as something in her silently said, Don't touch that. She couldn't help the troubled feeling; there were few things in the world as precious to her as her music was and it was simply unnatural for anybody to be touching those sheets. Her sister refrained from doing so out of disinterest, her father out of love, and Jeanne Marie out of what was perhaps a rare show of pride in her youngest daughter. That was what Adrian hoped in any case. Even if she didn't like to think about it often, she desperately did want her mother's approval.
Still, she held back the rebuke that was on her tongue. It's not that valuable, Adrian reasoned to herself. I shouldn't be bothered by such things -it's unseemly. Though she wasn't sure if those last words were her own. It sounded like something Aurélie or their mother would say. Well, no matter.
"Do you happen to know the piece by heart?" Félix asked her. He was still holding her score.
Adrian nodded slowly in response. "I do," she said. Put that down. Please. "And you?"
"I should be fine." And as he put the score back down, the German young lady held back a sigh of relief.
Félix played a few notes on the piano and Adrian was momentarily blindsided by pure longing. It's been a while, she thought to herself with a muted sigh. Too long, really. At that moment, Félix could have asked her to do anything and Adrian might have obeyed unquestioningly, just for the sake of a simple duet.
She made a quiet sound to tell him that she was ready and then Félix began. Near the end of the second meter, Adrian began in a smooth soprano. There were a few mistakes in her tone, all slight, just as there were some errors on the pianist's side. But that was...fine, actually. The perfectionist in her was strangely calm, even though the music they made together wasn't quite perfect. The point was that it was music and for the moment, it wasn't a solo anymore.
Ch'io mi scordi di te?
Che a lui mi doni puoi consigliarmi?
E puoi voler che in vita?
Ah no! Sarebbe il viver mio di morte assai peggior.
Venga la morte, intrepida l'attendo.
Ma, ch'io possa struggermi ad altra face,
ad altr'oggetto donar gl'affetti miei, come tentarlo?
Ah, di dolor morrei!
Non temer, amato bene,
per te sempre il cor sarà.
Più non reggo a tante pene,
l’alma mia mancando va.
Tu sospiri? O duol funesto!
Pensa almen, che istante è questo!
Non mi posso, oh Dio! spiegar.
Stelle barbare, stelle spietate,
perchè mai tanto rigor?
Alme belle, che vedete
le mie pene in tal momento,
dite voi, s’egual tormento
può soffrir un fido cor?