6 × Audio [French]

[asoutcastshear]

[Now that he's free, he's taken to the piano again. This time to soothe his ears from the torture that Redd put him through. He sings softly, but still loud enough to be heard over the network. You should all feel privileged.

There's a chance he has an ulterior motive with this particular song. He knows the effect it has on Christine. And he may very well be counting on it.]

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[Yeah she's getting that vibe.]

Alright. I will be there in just a moment. [Takes her just a few minutes to get there, she had already been dressed. She taps lightly on the doorframe of the library, looking around.]

Ah...sir?

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[asoutcastshear]

[There's silence when she enters the library. He's heard the tapping and has left the piano. After another beat of silence, his voice echoes around her. He is out of sight and would like to keep it that way.]

Sing.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[. . .

Well this is...kind of creepy. She obliges though -- he's the only one in her audience, so she isn't as nervous. She takes a deep breath, and begins to sing.

Her voice is strong and powerful even though she hasn't had any professional training. It's as clear as a bell as she varies her pitch until she ends with a pure vibrato.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[As long as she doesn't question him, she is free to think whatever she likes. He listens from his hidden corner of the room and nods. And he speaks his approval.]

Good, good. You have strong vocals. A decent range. I am impressed. We shall start with scales. To see if we can increase your pitch.

[Does she realize he trains opera singers?]

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[She definitely wont be questioning him. It doesn't seem like a good idea to her. Especially since he's now showing her face.]

Alright.

[She doesn't quite realize it, but once she does, she'll be thrilled.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[He's quiet again as he listens. She has wonderful potential.]

Turn around.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[She lets her voice trail off, glancing around curiously before quietly obeying. This was all too...strange.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[And then he is behind her, his hand ghosting over her diaphragm as he carefully explains how proper breathing can help with projection. Just don't turn around, Anna. That would make Erik very unhappy.]

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[She stiffens when she feels someone behind her, but once she hears him start speaking she relaxes a little, nodding as she listens carefully. She's definitely not planning on turning around.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[Feeling her stiffen, he takes her hand and rests it on her stomach with his on top of hers. It always loosened Christine up.]

Do not be so stiff. It will constrict your voice.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[She relaxes a little more. He seems to know what he's talking about, so...she nods.]

Alright, I see. [She hums a few notes, testing his advice out.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[He smiles.]

Much better.

[And he's gone again, hidden in the shadows.]

Please, go on.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[This is quite possibly the creepiest teaching experience ever.

She nods, takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, then continues.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[At least he's not obsessed with her? But he can hear the improvement already.]

I will compose a bit of music for you. What room are you in?

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[That's something to be thankful for.]

That would be wonderful...[She smiles to herself.] Room 7243.

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[asoutcastshear]

Very well. I will have your music ready by tomorrow night. It will be a simple piece.

[If Christine won't sing on demand, then maybe he can convince Anna to.]

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[Her face lights up. She loves to sing, she's just bad at it in front of audiences. She gets scared.]

That would be lovely, thank you so much.

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[asoutcastshear]

[He will work with her on that.]

No, I must thank you. It is a delightful change from the unbearable noise I suffered.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[That's a good thing.]

Oh, of...of course. [Noise?] What noise do you mean?

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[asoutcastshear]

It is unimportant.

[He pauses for a beat.]

Would you like to continue? I do not want to overburden you on your first lesson.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

...Alright then. [It's just really best not to question this guy, isn't it.]

For...a little while, if you don't mind. Maybe just a few minutes...?

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[asoutcastshear]

[It is generally a bad idea, yeah.]

Very well. Continue. I will stop you when necessary.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[She takes a few breaths, closes her eyes, then continues on.]

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[asoutcastshear]

[He keeps silent, taking notes as he listens. Anna, he already has the perfect piece in mind for you and will be composing it when he sends you on your way. She might even be among the privileged few who see him face to face.]

You have potential, Anna. I am pleased with the progress you have made.

[When Anna receives her sheet music, she will likely find with it a single red rose with a black ribbon tied around it.]

Were this the Opera Populaire, I might have consider you an understudy for Christine.

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[dormant-beast.livejournal.com]

[She lets her voice trail off, and she smiles. She can't see him, but her happy expression is directed at him anyway.]

Thank you.

[She doesn't know Christine, but she has a feeling it's a compliment. And she'll bne very happy with her flower.]