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Classical Story, Part 13 Anne awoke the next morning when the heavy curtains of her room were unceremoniously flung open. Her hand flew of its own accord to her suddenly open eyelids. “I was having the most wonderful dream,” she remembered. “There was a castle, and Mozart, and an amazing dress…” She looked up. There was the wardrobe, just as it had been in her dream. She rubbed her eyes and jumped out of bed. There was the dress, exactly as she had pictured it!Classical Story, Part 13
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Classical Story, Part 12Frankly, Daniel was already sick and tired of the two clowns that he was forced to drag along with him. Half of the time they would argue with each other and completely ignore Daniel, while the other half of the time they would join together and play practical jokes on the young fellow.Classical Story, Part 12
Unfortunately, their slapstick behavior fit right in within the playful character of the master of the house: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
The room erupted with laughter after Daniel sat down on yet another whoopee-cushion. He was disgusted, and tired. It was almost one o’clock, and Mozart was sharing yet another lewd joke over another dr
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Classical Story, Part 11As the quartet walked silently (well, almost) through the deserted streets of Leipzig, Daniel pulled out his book of empty sheet music. Flipping past “Nymphs and Shepherds,” “In the Hall of the Mountain King,” “For Unto Us a Child Is Born” and the “Brandenburg Concerto,” he wondered what might appear there now. As if the little book had heard his thoughts, notes began to march across the blank page in emphatic marcatos. Daniel squinted to make out the words “With cat-like tread, upon our prey we steal…” He chuckled. Of course.Classical Story, Part 11
“So,” came a theatrical whisper from the shiverin
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Classical Story, Part 10Daniel woke up at eleven o’clock and looked over at Anne snoozing in her adjacent cell. She wore on her face a wide smile—he thought that she must be dreaming of a horse-drawn carriage, a fine-looking gentleman, or some sweet-smelling chocolate. She rolled over, letting her face be draped by the curls of her hair. Daniel chuckled to himself. His attention left her sprawled out among the cobblestones of the cell floor.Classical Story, Part 10
It was a few minutes before he noticed the occupant of the other adjacent cell: Johann Sebastian Bach. Yes, he had shared words with the man before he had fallen asleep, but it was not until the composer addressed h
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it's Rosie by the way, and ow I am totally watching you two!!!
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