Week 18 - Thursday
Who: Ava and Open Where: The Music Room When: Thursday Late Afternoon What: Practice makes perfect...
For once in her life, Ava hadn't managed to insert herself into the nightlife of her new home. New York had been easy, almost too easy in the long run, and Gilford hadn't had much of a nightlife compared to the larger places. So right now, instead of going out, she was inside of the music room, getting ready to practice the one thing that calmed her and set her restless spirit at ease.
Choosing an aria from Thaïs, one of her favorite operas, she cleared her throat and began to sing. Her voice wasn't nearly as clear as it had been ten years ago, but still it carried, the soft and sweet dulcet tones weaving the tale of the courtesan from Alexandria being wooed away by the Cenobite monk Athanaël. The tale was a favorite of hers because in the ending the monk realized that his goal of saving the courtesan from her life of sin had merely led him to realize that his love for her was one that would never be realized when he had saved her.
Letting the notes carry clear and strong, she moved from one aria to another from the same opera. It was easy to sing when you no longer needed to breathe to survive and lifting the notes higher was a glory. The sound echoed in the empty room and she finished, pleased with the way the aria had ended. Her face was flushed from the exertion, despite her pallor, and she clapped her hands once in pleasure.
Now if only fitting into Halcyon Halls would prove to be so easy a challenge surmounted. Sighing, she cleared her throat, preparing to start another aria. She would clear out should anyone need the room, but for now she was simply enjoying being able to sing freely again.