Bad Franz! XD Poor Maria! :( I feel so bad for her...at least she didn't have a run-in with George XD And I see where Marie opens the door as hinted in your previous correspondence with me! Oh! Clever! :D Sorry about your keyboard. The letters on mine have worn off, so I keep having to replace them with stickers. :P I missed Maria. Her presence grows on me. And Marie, well, I hope she feels better. I think she needs a nice cup of tea and a nap. I thing Liszt needs his friend back. I think George...I'm not going to finish that statement, I will leave connotations to you! I also feel like leaving long comments! :D Amazing, astounding, excellent, double-plus-good chapter, and I can't wait for the next one! (Mine will be updated Friday :D)
Bad Franz indeed - naughty composer! =p Oh my, imagine if dear, sweet Maria did run into George! Well....that will change the entire direction of the events to follow ;) Haha! Stickers sound fun! =D Maria is such a darling, eh? George is needing a healthy dose of Chopinetto in her diet! Thank you very much! I enjoy reading your long comments immensely : ) I look forward to your update! I keep imagining Liszt all of a sudden pulling his piano out of nowhere(maybe his hat or some other obscure place) and going "TADA!"
"Before departing for his destination, Liszt kicked the door to the house once more" HAHA! I have a friend who does the same thing! But only when someone he visits isn't there XD
Chopin and his wretched melancholy....that storm sounded very frightening indeed, especially if one were alone in a big house on the outskirts of somewhere without a dense population. I'm incredibly glad George went to visit at the right time to comfort her dear Chopinetto! Poor dear, with his engagement undone and his failing health, but that kiss! How sweet and touching such a kiss must've been for him! : ) Great chapter my friend, as expected of course! ; ) I especially love the imagery of the latter part of a dark room in a pratically empty big house - such intimate atmosphere with a thunderstorm raging outside. I often find thunderstorms to be romantic. : ) More please! =D
Your comment makes me smile so much. (blushes) My best friend loves to take out her rage on inanimate objects. XD.
It's raining at my house, and I live near an Army base, and they always do shooting practice in the rain, so I suppose that sparked my inspiration. :D
There's a house that's near the Catholic Church downtown (really rustic, our town) that is the epitome of Victorian. It is absolutely gorgeous, but small considering the normalcies of the time period. This house, (I will snag a pic of it and post it one day) is exactly the kind of house I pictured for Chopin's estate. I wanted to elaborate on Chopin's feelings, but I felt I have a whole chapter for that. ;) Next chapter's going to be more of a filler than anything else- a ploy used for emotional development. :)
I wanted to describe the kiss and the aftermath, and feelings a little bit more, but it would give away too quickly my intentions ;). I think thunderstorms are romantic as well! Almost as romantic as the violin and Piano. (heart) The thought of being close to someone, only walls sheltering you from the tempestuous wrath of nature's violent will...gives a sense of martyrdom, faith, security and...I ramble...*blushes* Thank you so much for your comment! I will update soon! (Perhaps Wednesday, depending on what my Geometry benchmark turned out to score). I'm glad you enjoyed! /reallylongcomment
As yours make me, my dear : ) I haven't smiled this much for such a long time before I started posting my story here on [redacted]! =D It must be quite an experience living near an Army base! : ) And how wonderful it would be to see that house you've mentioned. Great architecture always inspires, eh? ; ) I enjoy chapters dedicated to the inner workings of a character's heart; haha, you are teasing your readers! =p
Oh yes, definately - couldn't have said it better =D On another musing....it would be interesting to be outside in the middle of the thunderstorm too, eh?
You're very welcome! I look forward to the next update! =D
I live in a rustic, quaint little town with a lot of historical, and very old buildings. I cannot say my life lacks architecture. :D (there's another town close by to me that has the HUGEST mansions, one of which I like to think of as Liszt's house. I'll go by on my way to violin lessons and say "Look mom, there's Franz's house!" My mom would just roll her eyes, wishing she had a teenage daughter that cared more about boys, clothes and other teenage stuff.
Outside? Oh yes, I myself was outside getting air at an orchestral seminar once with a good friend of mine, (gosh, he's eighteen now that I think about it!) and it suddenly began to pour, coming down in torrents, thunder darkening the mood. The door was locked, and we banged and banged (deja vu, banging on doors? XD) but they couldn't hear us, and when the lightning started flashing, I had the most overwhelming desire to say "to heck with it!" and kiss him. But I refrained, and that was that. The feeling of imminent doom is like a martyrdom-esque fantasy of youth. :)
Oh how I wish I lived in a town like yours! Haha! I would love to pay Franz's house a visit! =D
It would've been quite an experience to have though : ) Sometimes I wish I were back to my younger days so I can fully exploit the priviledge of doing everything stupid and not be completely blamed for it. =p It's funny, eh? When you are younger you try to be responsible/mature, yet, as you get older, you wish to do....I don't know - do things completely senseless and without purpose? Haha
It's one of the great paradoxes of life. :P
I had a lesson today, and after driving by it, I began to count the floors. It appears to be four floors tall, Franz's house. :omg: I was never really much of a child! :D I mostly spent my childhood (and adolescence) in books and music. But I would often play with toys (as long as they didn't make noise). ;P
I do senseless things as well. (perhaps it corresponds with creativity?) :) like today, I ran around the school singing songs from 1940's Broadway musicals with one of my friends! XD (some things will never be explained)
Franz should invite all of us to stay over at his place since he, without a doubt, has more than enough rooms! Haha! That sounds fun! =D
It certainly does! (I want a room on the top floor :D) Slumber party time! XD (with Pianos!)
Oh that would be wonderful! It would truly be like what they did, eh? - a gathering of people with numerous/different fields of studies in which they take tremendous interest in =D Ahh....I would love a room by a flower garden if there were one as such : )
In one room, Liszt and Chopin would be playing the piano, along with Paganini, accompanying them on violin; in another, Eugene Delacroix would be painting; and in another, Madame Sand and Monsieur Victor Hugo (who was also known to consort with Liszt at the time) would be writing some novels and such. :D So peaceful! :)
Ahhh, that would be such an exquisite sight to see : )
Wow. Once again, my friend, you deserve a big round of applause for that one. (and an obnoxiously long comment which I shall deliver to you now)
The Parisians were always know for their lustful passions, eh? Everybody just seems to get drunk all of a sudden it seems. But it was a nice way to introduce the carriage scene. I applaud your ability to upload so soon! Amazing chapter, even without the carriage incident, Eugene's dialog with Liszt was enough to make the chapter sparkle. But yes! Drunk Chopin...that was depressing yet slightly humorous at the same time. "Give me back my bottle!" I love how poor Chopin was called his full name the entire time. George really is a devil though XD In Paris, it seems, everybody knew everything about anything. Word spreads like wildfire, especially in the Victorian/Romantic Period.
I will admit to relishing in the carriage scene. *blushes* I wouldn't be a proper female if I didn't. XD but it was well written! There is some literary background to my relishing! :D I do hope Franz gets better, mentally. I think that, in my hopeless-romantic mind, that everything will turn out alright for them...at least for a while. You, my friend, once again deserve a big round of applause.
Thank you very much!! =D *bows* I love your long comments; I enjoy reading them immensely! : ) Thank you *blushes* It was fun making Chopin drink all that alcohol; poor him....though it was amusing ; ) I rather wish....I had a friend like Delacroix - I think everyone needs a friend like that, eh? : ) I was a little embarrassed when writing the carriage scene actually; I kept on thinking someone was going to barge into my room and catch me writing it! Though....that would mean that person is a burglar....Thank you very much once again! I appreciate your comments incredibly
Everyone deserves a good friend who understands, yes. I feel as though you are becoming that friend for me.
As for the carriage scene, I feel like that too when writing...just about everything! Be it scandalous or innocuous. For me writing is a private process- privacy is necessary so that the final product can be at its best when exposed to the critical world. This is why my door is always locked. Although you adding "but that would mean that person is a burgler" just cracked me up a bit. And it's no problem at all! Long comments make the world go around!
That is very sweet and yes! I couldn't agree more!
Regarding privacy, writing, and, I suppose, all creative art forms, are incredibly personal. I can't imagine having to write anything at a public place; the smallest things distract me, and I am rather paranoid. It is sad to admit but....I have no lock! XD I mean my main front door has one, but my room door - they must've forgotten or something. Haha! I'm glad to amuse my dear =D
Boy am I late! Sorry for my delayed response, I just had a surge of inspiration and wrote another whole chapter of "A Long Rendezvous". I missed being first. ANYWAYS! I will make up for my delay with another obnoxiously long comment. That last part, with George laughing and crying at the same time...I will admit...I cried a little. It's so vivid to me, as I can relate with Franz in a very similar way. I did something identical to this back in March...but that is another story, my friend!
Eugene and Franz's fistfight had me captivated, but I was honestly frightened for the both of them, and Chopin angry... that shook me to the very core. Whether in fear, sadness, or something more existential, and less easily put into words. Franz's dialog, his screaming and his total rawness was very shocking- it was forward and struck home like nothing else.
This chapter was perhaps the darkest, and I do hope things get better for Chopin and George and Liszt, and Eugene as well! But it was, as per usual, most excellent and dynamic and didactic and other alliterating "d" words that mean powerful, awesome or striking. Much late love! And you handled violence quite smoothly as well! It is one of my biggest shortcomings as a writer, and a passive person myself. So, my friend, further credit to you.
By all means it's alright; your comments will always be dear to me no matter when you post them! =D Another chapter, eh? I will be looking forward to the post! ; ) Haha! Your long comments make me smile.
Oh you poor dear, what happened? If you don't mind me asking. It was very heartwrenching for me as well as I was writing that part.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt so! I was a bit apprehensive for them as well as they started fighting. (Sometimes I feel as though I were a mere bystander simply recording down their actions when I am writing!)
Truly, thank you for your comment - ah goodness, I know so many words yet I am rather useless when trying to express my full heart-felt gratitude. But know this, dear friend, that while many people write this, I write so with true sincerity and appreciation when I utter a "thank you" : ) Thank you very much! =D I rarily write violent scenes, and for this one I had to choreograph it quite a bit. Bah! Say not those words - I am most certain you can do whatever you put your mind to, my dear! ; )
Oh it's nothing compared to George's incident, but it did involve me telling my romantic interest that he was my romantic interest. I believe my exact words were: "You're an idiot; I love you." And then I ran. The following day, he just laughed it off, and I laughed with him. But I saw the rejection the aversion in his eyes- he hasn't talked to me since. But he has no choice! I am seated next to him in the next orchestra concert, so he has to see me. But for some reason, this is not a fond memory. Perhaps it's because he's two years older...ANYWAYS!
Loss for words? You gave me a whole paragraph of thanks! That's magnanimous in itself! Violence and I aren't good friends, as I'm not exactly a violent person. But I'm in High School! There's violence around every corner, so it's not like I'm sheltered or anything. :D I often feel like a bystander to my character's actions. I come up with a plan, but often, they just want to be independent. I suppose it's just the nature of writing! :D Thank you incredibly for your equally long replies! It's truly the highlight of my day, stopping by here and checking my messages! (heart)
Oh my poor dear....I won't pretend to know many things about relationships - I am pretty much a failure at such myself, but perhaps he is just surprised? I wish good fortunes to you; it saddens me to see such good hearts turned down. : ( Haha! Yes I did! Even still, it doesn't seem quite enough, but thank you for understanding : ) Violence is....something I'd like to avoid in writing and in real life. Highschool truly is quite a frightening place. I agree! That's what makes writing fun ; ) It's a pleasure for me as well! I'm not on my computer as much as I would like, be it to write or check up on things, but this place has sure grown on me!
It's alright!!! I try to tell myself that there are other fish in the sea. I'm starting to have feelings for someone new. I never used to check my messages either until our correspondance. We both just jumped into this small clique of people, and now I can't stand not being on here. But alas, I have to practice at least two hours a day, do my homework, and work on projects of all sorts- so I don't really have any time to check up either. That just makes it more special! Hope things get better for darling George and Frederic in the next chapter! I feel sad for all of them! :(
I'm glad to hear you are alright : ) And you are right, there are many wonderful people in the world. Most important thing is to be happy, eh? ; ) Haha! Indeed! =D I am very thankful to have met like-minded people - it makes my everyday special really. Things will definately be slowing down a little after much drama, but will quickly pick up again as dear Georgie is one impatient lady!
“How do you lose a piano, Franz?” Well Chopinetto, even more shocking and upsetting when you do lose one! XD
The card game scene is adorably amusing! It must've been quite awkward before the chatter started =p And - oh George! - I give you a heartfelt embrace. How sorrowful such unexpected yet touching reunion must be for her! When Maurice called her "Mama", I can only imagine how heartwrenchingly sweet such a moment must've been for dear George. But Chopin - a different kind of sorrow; there's something about the feeling of seperation while being extremely close that truly leaves one's heart aching - a dull ongoing throb - which sometimes may be even more devastating than violent painful episodes....at least in my interpretation.
Wonderful writing as usual, my friend! I would tip my hat if I had one similar to yours =D Thank you for the dedications since the beginning, and best of wishes to you on your violin competition!
Thanks so much! Your comments never cease to amuse me! Yes, George was truly overcome by the emotions she felt upon seeing her only son. Maurice really is very proud of his mother. Your interpretation is absolutely correct. It's a feeling I've been plagued with quite often, (but never for long, thankfully) so I know how it feels. You're very welcome! It's no trouble at all!
You're very welcome, dear friend. Haha! I'm glad! =D Oh poor dear, no one should have to feel that way. Know that the ones who truly matter will never make you feel as such, and those who do (make you feel as such), well, they might not be the ones who truly matter.
