InsaneJournal

Who: Wolfgang Mozart
When: Vienna 1782
Where: Apartment in Vienna
What: After a run-in with his father, not long after his marriage to Constanze. Someone isn't happy.
Warnings: Sad Wolfie



Leopold had not come to Vienna happily. He had tried for a long time to get his son back in Salzburg. Then the brat had actually gotten married when he specifically advised against it. Now he was here in their home, and Wolfgang was not the best of hosts. He didn't know how to clean, cook or pick up after himself. There were so many things that made Wolfgang a child not hardly a grown man of twenty-six.

He had hoped upon arrival that he would find his son at the pinocle of his career. Instead he found an oversized child who spent his evenings at costume parties and living off of a diet of wine and little to no sleep. And if he was privileged enough to attend a concerto he noticed where his son was slipping.

"It's not enough Wolfgang." Leopold said with a stern look on his face. "You spend too much time out in the streets than you do on your work. You should be performing for the Emperor. What is this?" He shuffled through some scribbled messages on parchment. He couldn't even read the boy's handwriting anymore.

"Don't bother with that Papa," Wolfie said with a stiff lip. "It's all in here," he pointed to his head, "I have nothing but masterpieces ready to astound the people of Vienna." He whisked his arm out and started to twirl around, the mop of hair on his head flopping in all directions.

"You should be in Salzberg Wolfgang. Not here." Not with her. That girl he had chosen to marry out of spite. The boy had done it just because he'd said not to. He knew it was a plot to spiral him into insanity. "No Papa!" Wolfgang insisted stomping his foot. "I hate it there. The people are boring. They turn their noses up at me. Here...they love me." It wasn't true. Not everyone loved him. In his life time he would end up with more criticism of his work than when he was dead. It didn't stop the little man from thinking he could take on the world with the greatest music they had ever heard. Besides, who could do it any better?