Classical Music (orchestration) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-07-16 16:17:00 |
|
|||
Entry tags: | classical music, geek subculture |
Who: Classical Music and Geek.
What: Star Wars in Concert.
Where: DC: Tosca, the concert.
When: Saturday, early evening onward.
Warnings: An overload of class and sophistication? Will update as needed.
There was something about planning a full, romantic, sophisticaed evening that made Classical rise to the opportunity, the challenge, and make the evening as enjoyable as could be imagined, for both of them. After all, Classical always put everything he was into everything he did and an outing with Geek was no exception. Of course, all women deserved to be treated like queens and Geek, one with whom his music mixed and mingled, was no exception. His smile when he had first picked her up from her hotel in a rented limo - he'd held the door open for her, even though there was a driver - had been genuine; to him, she sounded like the mournful yet hopeful swell of the London Philharmonic as Luke looked out into the waning light of Tatooine's two suns. It was enjoyable, his old techniques and forms used to create a story that twined with the story playing out on the screen. It wasn't as heady as the old days, as his old forms of worship, but there were hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands of people who watched, listened, loved the works that melded together their areas of influence, Geek's great works and Classical's modern great works. And these concerts, brilliant, just brilliant! The focus was more on the music than the pictures and that, Classical loved far more than the movies themselves. All in all, they fed each other power, him and Geek, in a cycle of notes and epics, and she would be treated even better than the actual queens he'd treated like empresses back in the day.
Dressed in his best suit, although the image was slightly marred by Darth Vader cuff links, Classical had offered his arm to the beautiful goddess at his side and led her into Tosca, the top-rated Italian restaurant in DC. Of course, they'd had to arrive rather early, since the concert began at seven and Tosca was famous for its decadent three-course meals, but they had ample time to enjoy the food, to enjoy the string quartet set on a dais just above the small dance floor. Of course, even in an upscale restaurant, the tuning of one of the violins was just a tad off and, as they were led to their table, Classical smirked and cocked his head. And just like that, the quartet was perfectly in tune and, looking rather pleased with himself, Classical raised Geek's hand, brushing a brief kiss over the back of her hand before pulling back to pull out her chair and make sure she was seated comfortably before taking his own seat. He did like that the menu was written in Italian first, then English, and ordered for Geek - insalata di radicchio e pere con terrina di Gorgonzola e noci candite for the salad, linguine ai frutti di mare for the second course and ippoglosso arrosto in crosta di nocciole for the third - and then ordering for himself - insalata di astice al Prosecco for the salad, fettuccine con ragu di agnello for the second course and then the branzino del Mediterraneo for the third - and then he handled the chore of trying to choose a wine that would compliment both of their selections and wasn't made within the past ten years. This involved a bit of snobbery from Classical - are you sure you don't have anything that was made before 1996? - but, grudgingly, he settled on the 1999 Sassicaia “Marchesi Incisa Della Rocchetta” without bothering to care about the seven hundred dollar price tag. Geek was worth it, after all.
And Classical prided himself on being an excellent conversation partner as well as being an excellent listener. By the time the third course had been brought to them and they had made quite a bit of headway into their bottle of wine, he'd heard quite a few of Geek's more amusing stories and told quite a few of his. "... and by the time that Antonio realized that Wolfgang and I had dusted his black piano keys with black pigment powder, his hands, and his face, were a complete mess." Classical laughed, leaning back in his chair and regarding Geek with a soft little smile. "So, mia bellezza intelligente, will I have the pleasure of escorting you onto the dance floor once we finish our meal?" They should have time, Classical was an expert at making sure movements coincided perfectly.