|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jan 6, 2013 17:09:18 GMT -5
Gustave nodded in happy agreement when Princess Meg suggested that they go to the ballroom. He had never been there before himself, but he was excited to know that there was a piano in this place. He greatly missed his piano at home, and hoped that it did not get lonely without him there to play it all of the time.
The beautiful princess led the boy to the ballroom to show him, and his eyes instantly lit up. It was a large room with sleek marble floors and big windows and, inside, was a beautiful grand piano. The boy could feel his little heart racing in his chest, as if it were about to burst from happiness at the site. “It looks so beautiful,” he breathed, standing there completely awestruck.
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 11, 2013 22:48:59 GMT -5
Meg walked with Gustave towards the ballroom still hand in hand. Smiling she watched the young boy for a moment. He was so full of life and she loved the fact that he called her Princess Meg. To her, that was a nice compliment. Her mother sometimes would call her that when she was younger as well. Meg continued to walk and once they arrived to the ballroom she let go of his hand and she giggled.
"It is beautiful isn't it Gustave.." she said also looking around her surroundings. Meg stood there and clasped her hands together. When she walked in her boots made a clicking noise on the wooden floor and she looked at him. "Care to try out the piano Gustave? I'd love to hear you play something..." she said tucking back stray blonde hair out of her face and she looked at him.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jan 12, 2013 22:28:04 GMT -5
The little boy's hand slowly slipped from Meg's before he folded them in front of them and walked slowly toward the grand piano. It was such a beautiful instrument... He approached it very slowly and cautiously, almost as if it were some sort of exotic animal in the wild that he was afraid of scaring off should he more too suddenly.
After a brief pause of hesitation, he climbed up onto the bench and scooted it a bit closer. It has previously been set for someone with much longer legs than he had. He figured it was probably a grownup. He was the only one who generally played his piano at home, so that was one thing he didn't have to worry about there. He put the lid up from over the keys, and sort of hovered his fingers above, debating on whether he should play or not, and if he should, what song he would.
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 15, 2013 17:12:09 GMT -5
Once Gustave pulled away from Meg she brought her hand back to her side. She watched him a bit as he walked towards the piano. Meg was rather excited to hear the mere boy of ten play the grand piano. He must have had some remarkable talent. Meg smiled and followed him.
Meg smiled and stood in the middle of the room but then came back to the piano. Placing her elbow on the piano she smiled and looked at him. "What's wrong Gustave?" she asked suddenly. Noticing his hesitation to play the piano. Meg said nothing else as she waited for him to answer her and play the piano. "If your worried about playing the piano young one, don't be. I heard many people play the piano in here before" she said in a comforting way.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jan 18, 2013 17:58:27 GMT -5
Biting his lip, the boy carefully played a few soft notes on the percussive stringed instrument. It seemed so very well tuned, almost as if the thing had been completely rebuilt recently, with all of its strings and insides replaced. Oh, it sounded even more beautiful than he had thought that it would. He closed his eyes, savoring the resonating of a few chords, before he opened them once more and then turned to the lovely Princess Meg.
“N-Nothing is wrong,” he said. “What would you like me to play for you? I can play Mozart if you like... or Debussy... or something I made up? What would you like to dance to?”
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 19, 2013 22:00:43 GMT -5
Smiling as he began to play she thought he was very good and she continued to stare at him. Listening to the light music the boy was making on the piano. Meg said nothing for sometime and just allowed him to play still. The young blonde said nothing and she looked and she grinned a bit. Giving him a little wave to him when he turned to look at her.
Meg then giggled softly as she heard his suggestions. "I'm fine with anything you'd like to play Gustave. I'm sure I'd be able to dance to it" she said as she studied him some more. He was no more than ten years old and she was amazed already. She couldn't wait to tell Christine.
"If you wish to play you made up, I'm fine with that too" she said giving him a little wink. Meg moved away from the piano and she looked about. Getting ready to go into her dancing mode and she got ready to dance for him. Meg looked over at him and she grinned. "Whenever your ready Maestro" she said grinning still.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jan 20, 2013 22:43:44 GMT -5
Gustave gulped nervously when Princess Meg said that she'd like to hear anything he played, even something that he had made up himself. He wasn't so certain she would. She was so beautiful... what if his music wasn't good enough? He weighed the odds. If he played something he'd made up on his own, and she liked it, that would be incredible! But if she didn't...
He bit his lip a little. He didn't feel quite up to taking the risk. Shyly, he moved his fingers into position and then looked at her, blushing a little. She called him Maestro. “A-are you ready?” He asked shyly as he watched her take her place in the middle of the floor. When she seemed to have settled herself into position, he turned back to the keys and began to play a little concerto by Mozart.
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Jan 22, 2013 21:34:39 GMT -5
The young blonde said nothing and she looked at Gustave. Standing straight in position for him to start playing his wonderful music, he looked so much like Christine there and she smiled a bit. Meg looked around then back at him. "Yes, of course i'm always ready to practice or dance" she said smiling.
As the boy started to play she closed her eyes for a moment. Trying to get herself in the mood and the concentration to do it. Meg then stretched out her leg and started to dance around the room very gracefully as Gustave played his music. He had talent. For a mere boy of ten years old, Meg was impressed, she continued to dance around the room silently as he continue to play the piano.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Jan 30, 2013 3:01:19 GMT -5
Meg said that she was ready and so Gustave had begun to play a little tune by Mozart for her to dance to. His nimble little fingers glided from key to key as he played each and every note showing himself to be the child protégé that he was. As he played, he frequently looked over at Princess Meg and her dancing.
She was so beautiful! Every turn, every fluid motion… it was all so very exquisite. He enjoyed watching her dance, and could stare at it all day. It was as if the way she moved her body paralleled the way that the music progressed to a T!
After a few minutes of playing, Gustave finished his piece and turned ‘round on the bench to look, smiling at Meg Jules and clapping for her performance.
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Feb 3, 2013 23:32:12 GMT -5
Once Meg stopped dancing she went into a little pose and giggled then curtsied to Gustave who was clapping for her. Smiling she came over to him and walked slowly across the room from where she was and came over to him. Placing her hand on the piano.
"That was a lovely song, Gustave, did you write it?" she asked in a friendly yet raspy voice. Meg studied the child and she couldn't help but smile. He was so bright for his age and she couldn't understand it really how he knew how to play the piano. Meg never learned and she couldn't care less really about it. But she was curious if Gustave wrote the song he played for her to dance to. "I never met such a young pianist such as yourself" she told him.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Feb 6, 2013 4:29:26 GMT -5
(( HERE IS WHAT GUSGUS PLAYED… minus the orchestral, naturally XD )) Little Gustave beamed with pride when Meg commented on how beautiful the song he had played was. She asked him whether or not he had written it, a question to which he shook his head in the negative. He knew he should have played something of his own instead! Inwardly, he was scolding himself for it. “ It was by Mozart,” he told her. “ Concerto number eleven…” And then he blushed when she complimented his playing “ Thank you…” he said bashfully. He really was very happy that she liked it at least.
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Feb 11, 2013 19:57:58 GMT -5
The blonde couldn't help but smile at the young boy. He was obviously a genius and she giggled softly as he spoke to her. "You're quite welcome Gustave" she said softly. Nodding her head a litte.
"Mozart? How old are you again?" she questioned softly. Meg tilted her head and smiled. "Well you play very well..." she said smiling. Meg looked around then back at him. "So where should we head off to now? This manor is large and has a lot of things in store" she told him.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Feb 14, 2013 0:08:18 GMT -5
((Fail post is fail))
Gustave was infinitely happy that his playing had pleased Princess Meg, and that she was able to dance beautifully to it as she listened. There was nothing that made him happier than to create music and know that it was loved.
“Ten years old,” the boy said with pride. He felt so big now that he was ten.
Little Gustave started rubbing his eyes as Meg asked him where they should go next. He yawned tiredly. It was becoming rather difficult for his little brown eyes to remain open. “I don’t know,” he said with a yawn. “What other places are there?”
|
|
Marguerite Jules Giry
The Little Blonde Angel
Stories like this Can't Come True. Christine Your Talking in riddles and its not Like You!
Posts: 211
|
Post by Marguerite Jules Giry on Feb 14, 2013 22:20:09 GMT -5
While she rested her arms on the piano she knelt down a little and rested her head on her arms. A smile came on her face as she listened to his words. He looked so much like Christine and she looked upon him lightly and giggled a little. He was also pretty adorable.
"Only Ten? And you know Mozart?" she said in a small raspy voice. "My your really talented. I don't think I could do that" she said smiling a little. "Hmm, I dunno. Perhaps we can go exploring some more and find some?" she asked looking upon Gustave.
Meg slowly pulled away from the piano and her hair draped on her shoulders and she looked at him. Offering a small hand towards him. "C'mon, lets go explore shall we?" she said smiling a litte. "Lets go see what else this place is like" she told him waiting for him to take her hand. "Don't be scared Gustave, I won't hurt you.." she informed the young boy.
|
|
|
Post by Gustave de Chagny on Mar 8, 2013 4:55:03 GMT -5
The young boy gave a cheesy ten-year-old grin and nodded with pride. He was very proud of his musicianship, and quite happy that he had been able to please the Princess Meg with the beauty of his playing. “Thank you, Princess Meg,” he said politely.
He yawned again and began rubbing his eyes. As much as he really did want to continue exploring with Princess Meg, it was well past his bed time by now, and the little boy was growing quite exhausted with every passing minute. “I’m not scared,” he said sleepily. “I’m… I’m ten now….”
|
|