Ophelia/Ophelia Jensen (love_remember) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-26 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | lily evans, ophelia |
Who: Olivia Jensen and Anyone who so Chooses
What: Audition and afterwards
Where: The Seattle Opera House and surrounding area
When: Black Friday
Warnings: Scattered angst and sadness, interspersed with periods of happy
They loved her.
They loved her. Those were their words: "We love you, come sing with us." Joy such as Olivia had rarely known welled up inside of her at those words.
No one, in her whole life, had ever told her that.
The audition itself had cost her dearly in terms of emotional expenditure, but music always did. When she sang, she was able to express things that she found difficult, otherwise.
But she couldn't help the fact that Pucchini's O mio babbino caro was the best aria that she sang. It was easy to sing a song pleading to a lost and angry father, pleading that she would die without his approval, begging to be recognized for the woman she was.
It was easy to put into the song the longing that she felt constantly,
O mio babbino caro My father
the many ways that she had wanted him to love her,
Mi struggo e mi tormento! I am anguished and tormented!
the feeling (always, always) that she would die without his love,
O Dio, vorrei morir! Oh God, I'd like to die!
but how her pleading fell (always, always) on deaf ears.
Babbo, pietà , pietà ! Papa, have pity, have pity!
But she'd never received that love, never received that recognition. But now...
They loved her!
And it was almost (but not really) good enough.
But Olivia smiled as she filled out forms and got rehearsal schedules, and made sure to smile brightly and be pleasant as ever she was, before heading out into the bustling streets.
Ordinarily, she would have caught a taxi back home, but she felt so good that she decided to do some window-shopping. It wasn't too terribly cold and she did not want to go back to her apartment at the Aubade just yet.
Besides, there was a lovely decorated evergreen tree who seemed to want to chat. How could she say no to such a pretty tree?