Emily/Ari & Open | Mid-Evening
“I shall be certain to send along an invitation to my next performance,” Ari told her readily. She was not so foolish as to turn down potential patronage, especially from a person who had always been so pleasant. “I’ve nothing large planned in the near future, but something is bound to come up.” She was becoming rather in demand these days. “There will certainly be concerts around Faram’s Mass, if nothing else. Although it is a bit sad to think of winter now.” Of course, as a performer, she usually had to think several months ahead, but still… it was not quite time to take out the tired Faram’s Mass cantatas yet.
Why did people want to hear the same Hallelujah chorus every year? Didn’t they grow weary of it, too?
“My most important performance, let’s see,” she said, considering the events of the last few years, more than willing to play along. “It was not a strictly operatic venture, but I did play the Bards’ Guild founder in the Founders’ Play this past spring,” she said at last. “I have had to turn down work since then, so I suppose the visibility did me good. I think I will aim to reprise this performance next year, if they’ll have me.” If the director was the same, she thought her chances very good.
Behind her, the orchestra wound down yet another song, and she sighed. “I wish I could stay, but I’m afraid I need to get back to work.” She thought a moment, then offered, “What is your favorite dance tune? I think maestro will indulge a request from me.” She smiled and said, “A small welcome back gift, of a sort.”