Paradisa Sinfonia Post #01 - (Un)Sight(ly)-reading

[cantacquityou]

 
[Today, in a remote corner of the music room, there is a large, beautiful couch, a couple of very comfy chairs, a few random instruments (a large grand piano and a harp being the centerpiece), and a couple of small tables adorned with decorative trays of little finger foods.

Edgeworth didn't expect more than two people to show up... but, alas. It seemed as though there were more people interested in music than he had imagined. He had expected a small gathering for a titillating discussion of music, but it ended up with musicians and non-musicians alike tinkering with random instruments and/or scarfing away at the (limited) food.

So, he thought he'd try something. A sight-reading test! Why not gauge everyone's starting point? He wishes up scores of the well-known song, Thus Spake Zarathustra, handing it to everyone who happened to have an instrument in hand. With lack of a conductor, he approached the podium and tapped the baton, waving it in the air to signify "start".

If you are unfortunate enough to turn a page to the music room, you'll come across this wonderful rendition of auditory rape.]
























...and Thus Flatulated Zarathustra...


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Comments

[cantacquityou]

I wasn't referring to you.

[takethat]

[He sighs and rolls his eyes, over-dramatic as ever.]

I guess I was just expecting more cattiness in my direction...

[cantacquityou]

One can only hope...or pray... that such a fiasco was a result of talented musicians attempting to sight-read after being accustomed to playing by ear.

[takethat]

Maybe we just need a better conductor...

[Giving you a Look now...]

[cantacquityou]

[>)...]


...I agree.



[...and he hands him the baton.]

[takethat]

...fine! I'll do it!

[He takes the baton and draws himself up proudly.]

[cantacquityou]

This ought to be interesting...

[takethat]

[Steadfastly, he marches to the front of the room and starts pointing dramatically at people with the baton.

Probably it's not going to do a lick of good.]