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magic_flute (magic_flute) wrote in nevermore_past, @ 2014-05-14 21:55:00

Who: Wolfgang Mozart and Constanze Weber
When: Vienna 1782
Where: The Weber's home
What: Wolfgang receives a letter from his father that he is not to marry the Weber girl.
Warnings: Distressed Wolfgang



Wolfgang had just enjoyed an afternoon tea with the Weber's, he'd left with that giddy grin on his face, a pep in his walk. He'd already announced his engagement to their daughter Constanze. His father was skeptical of them from the beginning since he'd met them with his mother back in 1777. He'd been put through the ringer with his heart when her sister had rejected him, but now, now Mozart was the golden boy of Vienna. He was popular. He had prospect, and to Leopold he was throwing it away on a girl who was just barely 19 years old. Mozart could think of marriage later, he was still a young man of 25. He didn't need to be so reckless. He needed to focus on his music! Leopold said as much and flat out rejected his blessing to marriage. They were simply untrustworthy.

The Weber's too had their own concerns. Wolfgang was bright, had an extremely lovable personality and a great optimism, but what could he bring to the table? He was concerned with fashion, spending his money where he could. They didn't know yet, but Wolfgang had been in contact with his father for a long time since his affections had grown towards Constanze.

Right now though, his father's letter was a sting in his back that was wiggling it's way through. He always vied for his approval and rarely got it. He was matched with criticism and room for improvement. Wolfgang constantly struggled with the thought that he would never be good enough for his father. He could have the world in awe bowing down at his music and to Leopold he would stand with that nasty frown on his face. It was a crush to the young man's spirit and went straight back to the Weber's to see the only person in this world that sometimes understood him. Even then, he was a world apart from everyone else, but Stanzi was the kindest most gentlest heart. He needed a shoulder and perhaps another cup of tea.